Chapter 647: Wilderness Survival Failure (Part 3)

Arthur was standing at the very top of the cliff, pulling the rope, and lifting a fish basket of fat and beautiful sea fish to the top of the cliff through the pulley device. After the fish basket came up, Hal beside him took it over and started processing the raw fish.

After the fish scales were scraped off, all the internal organs were removed, and after cleaning, the fish were cut open from the abdomen, then flattened, and then repeatedly rubbed with the salt obtained before, and finally hung on the drying rack that had just been set up.

The four-row rack was already full at this time. Salted fish, salted meat, fiber hemp ropes dried to semi-dry, and some fiber fabrics were all swaying slightly with the dusty wind on the island.

Schiller stood on the platform and looked up. He happened to meet Hal, who was adjusting the pulley set, looking down. Seeing that Schiller was awake, he waved and said: "Hi, Professor, good morning."

Schiller was just about to speak when he heard a "creak creak" sound. He turned his head and saw Bruce actually sitting in a wooden crate like a cable car, coming to the platform from low to high.

Schiller sized up Bruce and asked: "What have you done? How did this enter an agricultural society overnight?"

"No, we haven't started planting things yet, but I just found some crop seeds over there. According to my observation, the fruits of the shrubs represented by these seeds are edible, and there are some white pulps that can be extracted like glue. If we start planting now, maybe it will be useful in the future."

Schiller turned sideways and looked at the cable car he came up on. Bruce's direction was at a low place, while the cave platform was at a high place. Obviously, it was not using gravity, so Schiller asked: "Where do you get the power?"

Bruce said indifferently: "Walk forward along here, then turn a corner. There is a small waterfall on the side of the cliff, which is very suitable for placing a waterwheel. The power provided by the waterwheel is insufficient, but it is enough to let one person move between the cableways."

Schiller put his hands on his hips, sighed, looked into the distance from the platform, the wild primitive scenery was no longer so pure. At least from the messy pulley lines, it could be seen that this place had broken away from the primitive Stone Age life and began to enter the era of small-scale peasant economy.

"Oh, right, last night, we made a hang glider. You can try it. By the way, we also fixed the salt field and the crystallization pool, and re-made a few large pots, specifically used for boiling salt."

"Starting from Douluo as a Ronin"

"In the first half of the night, we took out the fish in the fishing traps, a total of about 6 kilograms of sea fish, and some shellfish and crabs. Hal boiled them into sauce overnight and stored them."

"In the second half of the night, we made a pulley set system, using a waterwheel to provide power to transport goods on uneven terrain. Although we have to change lines and mount every time, it saves manpower."

"This morning, we have already made and dried the salted meat and salted fish. In addition, I also plan to extract oil from the fat of fish to use as lubricant for tools."

"The cargo truck that uses foot pedals to generate power, I have already made half of it. Next is to pave the foundation and then start building the track."

Bruce took out a basket of fish from the crate that carried him over, and then said: "Next, I plan to realize the complete automation of food acquisition, so that fish, from going to sea, to exquisite processing, to classified storage, can all be realized by waterwheel kinetic energy conversion."

"This might be a bit wasteful of wood. After all, a simple wooden transmission structure might need many complex parts, but it doesn't matter. I found traces of mineral deposits in the rocks on the east side of the island. If it goes well, we will soon be able to start iron smelting..."

Schiller covered his forehead with his hand, took a deep breath, looked at the pulley lines shuttling through the forest, and the tropical rainforest that had been cut down by Bruce in a large area, he sighed deeply.

Schiller wanted to use nature to stimulate Bruce's emotional mood, not to let him come here to climb the technology tree and be a volume king.

People always say that the character settings of Batman and Green Arrow overlap, but Batman has another characteristic that Green Arrow doesn't have, which is that no matter how barren the environment is, he can develop from scratch until he pulls out outrageous technological equipment on the spot.

In this regard, Iron Man and Batman are more alike. Isn't it a basic skill for a genius to piece together an era-spanning armor from those backward and old-fashioned equipment?

Schiller just thought of this when he heard Bruce say:

"By the way, I heard from Arthur that you were attacked by Mexican drug dealers. Since this is the case, I think it is necessary to set up some defensive fortifications on the island..."

"Wait a minute, don't..."

"This morning, I explored the whole island and found a wreckage of a plane crash. I used the parts there to piece together a defensive robot. It should be running now. If there are enemies coming..."

Just at this time, Arthur's shout came from above, saying: "Bad! I heard from the orca that it seems a boat is driving towards here. They are aggressive, it might be trouble..."

Oliver, who came upon hearing the sound, had a slightly pale face and said seriously: "It might be the group of drug dealers who attacked me. They are extremely maniacal and once slaughtered a whole village on this small island a long time ago..."

"When I was hiding in the dark observing them, I was heard by them, and their first reaction was to shoot. If I hadn't hidden quickly, I would probably be dead now."

Hal cast his gaze on Oliver's shoulder, and hearing that it was drug dealers, he frowned, and his face sank.

Among these people, Hal's work and rest schedule is the healthiest. As a pilot, not only must he maintain good physical fitness, but his spirit must also be kept clear at all times. Although he is no longer a test pilot, this habit has been retained until now.

Therefore, let alone drugs, tobacco and alcohol are all unrelated to him. Hal is very disgusted with this kind of addictive substance, feeling that they will control his spirit and make him make mistakes when he needs to concentrate.

Hearing Oliver say that these drug dealers actually slaughtered a whole village of people, Hal became angry. Looking at that boat and the drug dealers holding guns on the boat, Hal subconsciously flew up, wanting to deal with them.

As a result, just as he flew halfway, he saw a pitch-black robot rush out of the forest and fire a burst at the bottom of the hull. The hull began to descend slowly, and the drug dealers above were panicked and started jumping into the water.

The program Bruce set for the robot naturally didn't use lethal force. But who knew, after these drug dealers who fell into the water fell into the water, they saw a behemoth.

The black and white figure rushed towards them quickly. When they saw the shadow of this whale clearly, the leader actually breathed a sigh of relief because he knew that it was an orca. Orcas generally don't actively attack people.

Afterward, he was bitten into two pieces by the orca.

Looking at the red color on the sea surface, Arthur closed his eyes and tried hard to concentrate. He heard the low cry of the orca.

His face also began to become heavy. He turned to look at Schiller and said: "Remember what I said before? Orcas generally appear in pairs or groups, but the orca that sent you over was a single one, which is very strange..."

Seeing the scene in the ocean, Schiller also roughly understood. Orcas cruising in the Gulf of Mexico easily encounter these drug dealer teams. Although these drug dealers make a living by drug trafficking, it is hard to say that they won't hunt whales, because the profit of whaling is also very large.

Sure enough, Arthur said in a sad tone:

"He is a male orca who has just reached adulthood. He was supposed to leave his mother to live alone. But just when they were preparing to separate, they encountered a whaling ship..."

"His mother was killed by humans. According to him, that whaling ship was escorted by these drug dealers..."

"Colluding with each other." Bruce evaluated.

Although he doesn't kill people, he doesn't necessarily have to save the whaling drug dealers, so he just evaluated it and turned back to the cave.

Hal flew back, his mood appeared a bit heavy, because even if he couldn't communicate with fish, he could hear the sad cry of that orca.

After landing, he said with some emotion: "When I was in Coast City, I heard the legend of whaling sailors. People called them heroes, feeling that they conquered the strongest behemoth in this world..."

Hal shook his head and sighed, obviously disapproving and disappointed with this behavior. And at this time, Schiller walked up and patted him on the shoulder. Hal thought Schiller was going to comfort him, but he heard Schiller say:

"You used your special ability first, so you lost."

Hal covered his eyes. How did he forget this? Sure enough, if the Green Lantern ability is used too smoothly, it will be like this.

Just when he was discouraged and intended to admit this result, Bruce, who had already walked to Oliver's side, came from inside the cave:

"Your recovery ability is really good, the wound has almost healed?"

"Yeah, I also think it's very magical. Obviously, it was still painful to death last night. I suspected that I was directly pained into a coma, but when I woke up this morning and looked..."

Oliver lifted the clothes on his shoulder and stared at his shoulder with some confusion. The wound on it had almost healed. Except that the skin hadn't grown back completely, the bullet craters left by the steel balls and the parts that had ulcerated and infected before had completely disappeared.

Hal turned his head and stared at Schiller with an unkind gaze. Schiller said unhurriedly: "Maybe Oliver has special abilities, super-speed recovery. Is this rare? Don't you have it too?"

Hal looked at Oliver's ruddy complexion and snorted coldly, saying: "You win this time, Doctor."

After speaking, he also walked in and started asking Oliver about the specific situation of that group of drug dealers.

After eating breakfast, Arthur and Schiller went to the seaside to fish. Although they knew that the wilderness survival-themed vacation trip had probably vanished under Bruce's great acceleration, he could still enjoy this last period of tranquility and at the same time struggle one last time to see if he really couldn't catch a single fish.

Arriving at the seaside, the two found a reef standing in the water, using the fishing rod made by Arthur and the fishing line made by Bruce, and then using the internal organs of small fish as bait.

Not long after Schiller cast the rod, suddenly, a shark head appeared on the sea surface. Both people standing on the reef were stunned. Arthur paused, then said:

"Don't worry, I have the ability to communicate with fish. Let me feel what this shark is thinking... Oh, he wants to bite you."

"Does this still need to be felt????"

Schiller angrily picked up the fishing rod and turned to leave. But at this time, he saw a black shadow appear in the distance of the sky, looking like a plane.

As the plane flew closer and closer, Schiller found that there was a small figure under the plane, holding the plane up with his hands.

Not only did Schiller discover the shadow of the plane, but Bruce, who was cutting wood outside, also saw it. He calculated the flight trajectory and landing point of this plane and walked quickly towards there.

When the plane landed, Schiller and Hal also arrived. Clark placed the plane steadily on the ground. Seeing that the few people on the ground were all staring at him, Clark sized up the surrounding environment, rubbed his hands, and said:

"Don't look at me, I didn't want to come, I'm just a courier..."

Bruce suddenly had a bad premonition. He took a small step back, and then, a black shadow "swish" pounced on him.

A group of seabirds was startled above the whole island, and a scream that pierced the sky came:

"Dad——Dad!

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