Chapter 638: Is This Really a Professor from Cat Getan University? (Part 3)

Six hours later, the boat still showed no signs of stopping. They had even resupplied along the coast several times and had even encountered a storm. If it weren't for Arthur's special ability to avoid the storm through the information from the schools of fish, this new boat would probably have been scarred long ago.

This fishing boat was not an ocean-going fishing boat to begin with and could only fish in near and middle sea areas. Driving it all the way from the California coastline to Mexico was really making things too difficult for the boat.

Finally, about seven and a half hours later, the boat finally stopped. Schiller was already a bit pale. He leaned against the railing, looked at Arthur who had walked out, and said, "Are we really there?"

"We've only arrived near the archipelago now. We still need to search for the specific island. If you're uncomfortable, go inside and rest for a while. I'll go into the water and swim over to look for it."

Schiller nodded, tacitly agreeing to this arrangement. Firstly, he couldn't swim, and secondly, even if he could, he didn't have the strength to swim now.

The Gray Mist was right; his seasickness was a psychological reaction. The Gray Mist could forcibly control his stomach muscles to prevent them from spasming, but this discomfort would transfer to other places, such as chest tightness, cold sweats, and so on.

Even if the Gray Mist could forcibly smooth out all these uncomfortable symptoms, Schiller's psychology would still tell him that these places were uncomfortable, so he decided it was better to stay on the boat.

The Superego said it was taking annual leave and wouldn't let him enter the Mind Palace, which meant he couldn't go to the Dream King for a blessing or simply poke that feather to call Lucifer over. Even if he wanted to jump into the sea and drown himself, Death wouldn't accept him.

Schiller arrived in the only guest room on the boat. This should have been a place for the sailors on the boat to rest temporarily, but there was a decent sofa bed. He lay on it and fell into a drowsy sleep.

However, he was soon awakened by a burst of noise. He heard a strange-sounding Spanish, and there were also a few gunshots.

As soon as Schiller got up, he felt the bed frame shaking; it was obvious that someone had boarded the boat. He stood up and stood by the door with his umbrella.

The people outside were all speaking Spanish. Schiller could only understand a few words, roughly as if they were saying that this boat was very new and very good.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps appeared outside the door. The door was kicked open with a "bang." The person who entered was holding a rifle and muttering dirty words in Spanish.

But just as he stepped into the room, a blade pierced his chest. Schiller retracted his umbrella, looked at the person who had fallen to the ground, and frowned.

Looking at the headscarf attire, they looked a bit like Mexicans and a bit like pirates operating in the Caribbean. But soon, Schiller confirmed the identity of this group of people because he heard the people outside shouting the name of a drug. This group of people were Mexican drug dealers.

Judging by their tone, they should have wanted to take this boat back to transport drugs. Listening to the footsteps, this group of people should have already entered the cockpit. Schiller flashed directly to the end of the corridor. The drug dealer at the end of the corridor saw Schiller's figure and subconsciously raised his gun and fired a burst.

Now, Schiller could be sure that this group of maniacs were drug dealers, because pirates would usually choose to kidnap and then demand a ransom, while drug dealers would kill all the crew on the spot; they didn't need live captives.

Of course, bullets couldn't penetrate Jörmungandr's snake skin. Schiller opened his umbrella to block all the bullets, then killed one with one blade, killing about five or six drug dealers before arriving at the cockpit.

There were three people left in the cockpit. Seeing Schiller appear, they chattered a lot of Spanish again. But when Schiller killed the first person, the remaining two's first reaction wasn't to shoot at Schiller, but to shoot at the cockpit's control panel.

After solving the remaining two drug dealers with one blade each, Schiller heard them cursing him before they died. Combined with their previous actions of destroying the cockpit, Schiller concluded that these drug dealers might have mistaken him for a peer and wanted to destroy his boat before they died so he couldn't do business.

In this area, only this group of people would be so fierce, and maybe there were even American agents among them, deliberately trying to stir up conflict.

Looking at their clothing, Schiller guessed that this should be a group of small fry from a drug trafficking group who accidentally came here, found this fishing boat, and wanted to take it back to claim credit.

Because their equipment wasn't sophisticated, they didn't have any good things on them, and their combat effectiveness wasn't strong, a few flashes plus a few blades solved them. If they were really that group of well-trained armed drug dealers, it wouldn't have been so easy.

The drug trafficking industry in South America is so rampant; it's impossible to say there's no indulgence from the United States. The weapons of those elite drug dealers are comparable to those of the US Army infantry, and as for the channels through which they obtained them, it goes without saying.

After solving this group of drug dealers, Schiller didn't feel relieved. The cockpit of the boat had been beaten into a mess by their bullets, and one of them had even fired a shot at the control panel with a shotgun. This small fishing boat wasn't a warship, and even if it were a warship, if it took a shot like that, the buttons would have to fly off.

Not long after, Arthur saw the corpses strewn all over the ground and the messy cockpit, and then he saw Schiller, who was pale and appeared very weak, holding his umbrella sword and patching the drug dealers one by one to prevent them from not being dead enough.

Standing outside the cockpit door, Arthur swallowed and whispered, "... Is this really a professor from Cat Getan University?"

"You're back? Come in quickly." Schiller waved at him and said, "Look, it's a mess here. Can this boat still be driven?"

Arthur cared more about this boat after all. He stepped over the corpses at the door and walked in, carefully looking at the control panel, and said, "I'm afraid it's difficult. Most of the buttons here are malfunctioning. I'll try to see if it can still be started."

Arthur fiddled with it and said, "No, it should be that a certain circuit has been affected. I have to go and check the engine."

Saying this, he walked out of the cockpit door and returned not long after, saying, "The group of people who hijacked the boat are old hands. They didn't destroy the engine, but they destroyed the engine's control device."

"Can you speak more plainly?" Schiller said.

"That is to say, they dismantled the circuit of the vehicle's ignition switch, so although the engine is intact, it can't be ignited."

"Can you fix it?" Schiller asked.

"I can, but I need materials. I can't conjure wires out of thin air. And I've just found the isolated island where that person is stranded. We still have to go and save him."

"Get off the boat." Schiller turned around firmly and walked out, saying, "This group of people will probably catch up here soon. We can do without the boat, safety first."

Arthur opened his mouth, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and didn't know whose safety Schiller was referring to, but he still followed Schiller off the boat. And, when he stepped onto land, he looked back at the boat with great regret.

What Schiller wanted to protect was, of course, Arthur's safety. The teenage version of Superman was still in development and didn't have the strength of his peak period. Aquaman was even more so; even in his peak period, he wasn't that strong. It was hard to say whether this teenage version could even block bullets.

Although he was almost invincible as long as he jumped into the water, it was more likely that he would be scared silly if he saw a group of vicious drug dealers rushing towards him with weapons, and he might even forget that swimming was his forte.

The place where the two stepped onto land was also an island. Schiller looked left and right. Except for coconut trees and seabirds, there was almost nothing here. He said, "So, how are we going to get to the island you mentioned now?"

"Uh... I can swim over..." Arthur had just finished speaking when he saw Schiller's unfriendly gaze, so he immediately changed his words: "It's okay, I just saw a group of good partners. They can carry you over."

Ten minutes later, Schiller looked at a group of dolphins in the sea. He sighed deeply, looked at Arthur, and said, "Why do you think they can carry me?"

Schiller couldn't judge the specific breed of this group of dolphins well, but their bodies looked relatively slender, their size wasn't large, and there was no place on their backs to ride a person.

There are many different breeds of dolphins. Perhaps the large ones can indeed carry people to swim, but the group in front of him obviously couldn't.

Arthur thought for a while and said, "You wait, I'll go look again."

After about half an hour, Arthur returned. He was floating in the deep water area relatively far from Schiller and appeared a bit exhausted. Schiller shouted, "What's wrong with you? Did you swim very far?"

"No! Mainly, I have to... with him..."

Before Arthur finished speaking, he was washed into the water by a water column. Then, Schiller saw a behemoth float to the sea surface. It was black overall, with a white patch on both sides of its cheeks, looking very much like a giant panda. It looked like an orca.

"You can step on the dolphin's back first, then ride the orca over. This guy is big enough, carrying a person is definitely no problem."

Arthur swam over, then whistled, bringing the group of dolphins over. They saw them float to the sea surface one by one, turning into a staircase. Schiller looked around and sighed, but still resignedly stepped onto the sea surface.

However, fortunately, with the regulation of the Gray Mist, Schiller's balance was much better than others, so although his steps were uneven and not solid, and his shoes got wet, he still successfully arrived on the orca's back.

There was a very tall dorsal fin on the orca's back. This orca's dorsal fin was almost close to 1.7 meters, which was a perfect handle. Schiller grabbed that dorsal fin. When the orca swam, he actually felt it was much more stable than on the boat.

Arthur swam in front and said, "It's not easy to find a quiet little guy. This group of guys is always particularly naughty. Making them carry people requires paying a lot of benefits."

Schiller grabbed the orca's dorsal fin, feeling a bit fresh, looked at the sea surface, and asked, "Then what benefits did you use to persuade him?"

"I have to play with him. Actually, in the half hour just now, I only spent five minutes communicating with him, and the rest of the time was spent playing with him."

When the orca floated half of its back on the water surface, it actually didn't swim fast, so Arthur even swam in front of the orca. He stopped, looked back, touched the orca's head, and said, "This is a good little guy. He's just reached adulthood, but his size is not small. He will definitely grow into a big guy in the future."

"I heard long ago that there are orcas distributed in the Gulf of Mexico, but I didn't expect it to be so easy to find them." Arthur said while swimming, "And, orcas often appear in pairs or family forms. It's quite rare for a single one like this."

Although the man and the whale didn't swim fast, it didn't take long for them to arrive at the isolated island that Arthur had surveyed before.

This time, there were no dolphins to pave the way for Schiller. After Arthur went ashore, he looked at Schiller, who was still on the orca's back, and said, "The orca can't get to the shallow beach, otherwise it will be stranded!"

"Sorry, Professor, for the remaining short distance, you might have to swim over..."

Then, he saw Schiller disappear from the orca's back, and the next second, he appeared beside him, completely dry.

Arthur widened his eyes and muttered to himself:

"Is this really a professor from Cat Getan University?" ===== CHAPTER 639 =====