Fire Rununu.

The Fire Rununu known to the Zulong people as Honolulu is the capital of this archipelago state.

A ruddy-faced and sturdy old white man, dressed in colorful clothes, with a pair of beach pants and a pair of flip-flops, walked leisurely on the beach. If you don't look at his gray hair and gray beard, it's hard to tell his real age just by his figure.

The old man had large sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

Take a stroll in the sunset.

Occasionally he buys a drink and eats it without taking a bite, and when he sees beautiful bikini girls walking by, he will whistle at them like a young man.

No one knew his true identity, but the immigration department only knew that this was an old cowboy named Daniel Boone, who was from rural Texas and had come to Hawaii for a vacation. At the same time in the Big Apple, a big leader of the Far Eastern Whip named Cork was escorted out of the airport by more than a dozen black-clad bodyguards and got into the bulletproof special Mercedes-Benz.

The Grand Leader of the Far Eastern Whip has returned safely to his headquarters in the Big Apple.

However, the old cowboy named Daniel Boone shows up in Firerunu.

Start your vacation at your own leisure.

Nobody knows.

This old cowboy is the real Cork.

Back at headquarters, it's just a shadow double with a seven-point resemblance.

He sat on a beach chair, coconut water in his hand, and his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses were watching every detail around him.

"Everyone is suspicious just by their appearances!, but I'm afraid no one would have thought I'd come here except myself!" Cork pursed his lips, it was his temporary idea to come to Hawaii for a vacation, not to mention enemies who hated him, and even his subordinates did not know that he had flown to Hawaii, the archipelago of the Great Ocean, in disguise.

A strange fragrance blows along with the sea breeze.

Appears to be some kind of unknown perfume smell.

Cork sniffed.

I couldn't determine which brand it was.

He noticed that two Oriental girls were walking towards him with a blank face.

She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with very white skin, and wore a three-point swimsuit, and she wore long, silky hair that reached her waist.

The other was younger, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a still developing body, with few curves to speak of, and slender arms and legs as thin as sticks. She didn't seem to be very healthy, and her big sunglasses couldn't hide her pale and bloodless little face.

The two Oriental girls were a little angry, and refused to talk to them along the way.

Cocteau looked at them twice.

As a result, the slightly larger one pulled down his sunglasses and glared at him angrily with his big beautiful eyes.

"Funny little pepper!" Cork laughed in an old voice as he took out a cowboy stance and whistled loudly.

"Don't look at them pretending to be ladies, I dare say that if you follow them and give them a hug where no one is around, you can successfully take them down. Oriental women are so interesting, no matter how much they want to play with you in their hearts, they have to pretend to be normal on the surface, and they will show their true colors unless they go to a place where no one is. Next to him, there was a little white face in his twenties with a handsome face, pretending to be experienced.

"Why don't you try?" The bald companion standing next to Xiao Baiyan made a punch movement: "Maybe they are kung fu masters, they can knock you out with one punch without waiting for you to open your hand!"

"Where's your brain, Collins? Isn't everyone good at kung fu? And if you look at their arms, they're pitifully thin, and I doubt they'll break them when they punch me...... To be honest, I'm a little powerless to complain about the aesthetics of the Orientals recently, and those women of theirs actually think that the hands and legs like chopsticks are the most beautiful, my God, they must be crazy! Do you see that little one? It must be that I have lost weight and been hungry for too long, not only my body is deformed, but also it is a little difficult to walk, I am really sick!" The little white face immediately raised her lips and retorted: "Please, I am not interested in their little arms and legs, otherwise I would have taken them down!"

"I think it's good......" the bald fellow shrugged his shoulders.

"yes, I think it's a different kind of play!" another man as tall as a brown bear joined the discussion.

"You're not afraid to crush them to death! If you were to be pressed with their ribs, I think they would have to go straight to the hospital, no, I think they should be sent straight to the morgue, because they are completely hopeless. The little white face shook his head.

"I don't care if they die, just play it. The brown bear-like man laughed wickedly.

"It's okay to play, but you have to pay attention to their backgrounds and don't get into trouble. Little White Face motioned to his companion to pay attention.

"What are you kidding, what background can they have?Jeffrey, don't tell me they're actually the daughters of the black~ gang boss!" the bald companion scoffed.

"I don't know if they're the daughters of the gang boss~ gangsters, but there must be a background, don't you notice that they wear rings with the same pattern on their fingers? Maybe it's a family ring, what does it mean...... These two women are no ordinary women, if you play them to death, you will get into trouble!I won't touch such women anyway, there are so many unknowns in them!" The little white face named Jeffrey still shook his head.

"No way, they are most likely the daughters of some corrupt ~ officials in the East, or even mistresses, who came here to study or vacation...... Women like this are completely harmless, the women of the really big people have bodyguards, if they are the daughters of the big people, how can they not have the skills to deal with the pick-up at all?" the brown bear-like man immediately retorted.

"Could it be that they have kung fu themselves and don't need the protection of others?" laughed the bald companion.

"Whatever you want, I'll still find a blonde with a big ass and a blue ~ pool, it's safe and easy to use......" Xiao Baimian waved his hand and left.

"One for one?" the brown bear-like man suggested to the bald man.

"No, I have an appointment with Mary, Jeffrey is right, unless they take the initiative to tease me, I still have to be careful, I don't want to wake up the next day and wake up and see the boss of the mountain ~ mouth ~ group sitting in front of me with a dozen younger brothers, Gerner, if you succeed, then introduce me tomorrow!"

"Cut! coward!" the brown bear man raised his hand and gave the bald man a middle finger.

Cork lay quietly on a beach chair.

Pretend not to hear.

He was actually very unhappy in his heart.

Because he found that the ideology of the white community was beginning to waver, and it was gradually moving closer to inferiority.

A hundred years ago, the Oriental people were yellow-skinned monkeys, not humans, especially the ancestral dragons, but also yellow-skinned pigs, and the pig's tail behind their heads was the best proof of the inferior race.

Until ten years ago, the Ancestral Dragons were nothing, even if they had a little money.

It was the last two years that really started to fade.

The appearance of that Mr. Wood.

The spirit of the whole group has been raised, and some of them no longer have low self-esteem, no longer nodding their heads, and thinking that white people are higher.

These people even began to rebel against their social status that had been established for more than a hundred years, and a large part of them still had a little fear of white rule, felt that white people were unrivaled, and still flattered the rulers. However, some people quickly found the flaws and weaknesses of the white community, and they began to act and fight back.

With the support of Mr. Wood as the greatest confidence, their national self-confidence has increased rapidly.

And they are well-educated, and they are not as easy to fool as Black Lives Expensive.

"It's a bit of a hassle!" Cork sighed, for in the past, it was not a problem for a white man to play with an Oriental woman, and even if he died, he could throw her away like garbage. Now they are starting to worry about a lot of things, worrying about being beaten, worrying that there is some kind of background behind them, worrying that they are the daughters or women of big people...... How can this ideology be reversed in the face of Mr. Wood's aggressiveness?

"Are you talking to me, old man?" the brown bear-like man thought Cork was defiant, his face full of annoyance.

"Go about your business, young man, I'm just talking to myself. Cork didn't want to pay attention to the hormone-ridden humanoid self-propelled cannon.

"Humph!" the brown bear-like man snorted smugly when he saw that Cork was stunned, and turned to chase in the direction the two oriental women had left.

Cork shook his head.

This guy has been reduced to the point where he only dares to intimidate his own people, and if he were replaced by an old Oriental man, I am afraid that he would be frightened into a dog at the first glance, right? Recently, the propaganda of the Oriental people has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the older the Oriental people, the stronger they are.

Wait a minute!

A flash of inspiration flashed through Cork's mind.

He suddenly thought about how to deal with Mr. Wood.

Educate!

In terms of education, I was facing Mr. Wood head-on, and it was really not rational to face it hard, and what I really wanted to do was to infiltrate Western culture in education. I should find those social elites who flatter me as a beacon of freedom, let them promote white supremacy, let them exert their efforts in their respective posts, and promote the infiltration of Western culture, rather than letting Eastern culture infiltrate the West. I want Zu Longguo to promote Western culture silently since the beginning of primary education, and cultivate intellectuals whose ideology is completely inclined to the West since childhood......

Then, if you infiltrate and assimilate from generation to generation, you will eventually harvest an innumerable number of faithful believers.

These people are not white.

It can't be seen from the outside, and it is very deceptive.

But the fanatical will be the best believers in Western culture, banana people!

As long as you give these banana people a little welfare, as long as you give them a little sweetness, they will be more loyal than dogs, and strive to complete their tasks beautifully, they are born to be good dogs who kneel and lick at the feet of their masters......

"I was wrong, I should eradicate the Eastern culture at the root and replace their original culture with the Western culture. There is still time to do such a thing, because there are many, many more public intellectuals and social elites who flatter Western culture, but they have not paid enough attention to their existence and power before, so that they have missed the best time to exert their strength, allowing a fish like Mr. Wood to slip through the net. If Mr. Wood had been brainwashed since the beginning of his time, wouldn't he have been able to be washed into a superscientist who would have served the Beacon of Liberty entirely?"

I used to despise the yellow-skinned monkey too much.

To know.

A piece of toilet paper also has its role, so many social elites who admire the beacon of freedom, so many social announcements that have mastered the direction of speech, and I have not been sincere enough to co-opt them, what a failure!

Let's do it now, it's still too late, there are too many intellectuals who want to be a beacon of freedom.

There is still plenty of time to co-opt them.

They don't have a backbone.

Lack of recognition and leadership.

For a long time, it was left alone.

But even so, these people who have grown up under the guidance of the ~democratic~ ideology have not given up the biggest ideal country freedom beacon in their beliefs!

The Tianping Group's combat plan turned out to be correct, and their use of network power to infiltrate was the correct direction, but they did not go deep enough, if they continued to go deeper, started with basic education, and directly cultivated the hounds of ideology and culture among the Oriental ethnic groups that fully identified with Western civilization, this is the most correct strategy! What a wonderful word Banana People is, I used to despise them a bit too much, these people are obviously loyal dogs in their own family!

"It's time to go back to work, I can't hide here, I've got to do it in a different way, give Mr. Wood a hard blow, and make all his invention research useless, haha!"

Maybe it's going to take a little time.

As long as the implementation goes well.

Ten years later, twenty years at most, you can see countless Oriental women, standing on the beach and flattering Western men to the fullest......

At that time, there was no need to preach white supremacy, and they would have an innate notion in their minds that all yellow people were yellow-skinned monkeys, and that white people were all descendants of gods......

Get away from the beach.

Cork kept the leisurely pace of an old cowboy vacation, walking slowly.

He didn't want to expose himself at this time, after all, there were many enemies, not only Mr. Wood, but also many 'allies' in the eyes of God, and they didn't want to continue to live, they urgently needed their heads to make a deal with Mr. Wood.

Those short-sighted guys only know the interests in their hands, but they don't care about the future.

Hum!

Do you want to trade my head for profit?

I, Cork, am the hope for the future of the Eye of God, and as for the two fools of little Eric and Josiah, they are not even qualified to lift my shoes!

On his way back to the resort, Cork saw a police car heading down the street, as if something had happened. Cork didn't bother to bother with such trivial matters and went straight back to his room, ready to buy a plane ticket to Orange City, where there was a secret base that was as fully functional as a headquarters that made people stare at death.

Before entering the room.

Cork noticed that the two Oriental girls seemed to be the tenants next door to him.

The moment he opened the doorknob with his hand, they came out with packages on their backs.

"Hello!" Cork deliberately greeted them in a strange ancestral dragon language, wanting to see their reactions.

"......" The smaller pale girl still ignored him, I don't know if she didn't understand or was naturally introverted, but the slightly older long-haired girl smiled and replied to him: "Mr. Cork, goodbye!"

This sentence is like a bolt from the blue!

Cork was stunned.

By the time he could react, the two seemingly harmless Oriental girls had already gone downstairs and left.

They didn't do anything, but Cork trembled with fear, he had already changed his itinerary to avoid Horunu, how could he not escape Mr. Wood's tracking? He was 100% sure that these two Oriental girls were Mr. Wood's men, and they were his genetic warriors! For the time being, he didn't know why they didn't assassinate him, but he believed that Mr. Wood would never spare him easily!

Cork burst into the room, and his first reaction was to take out the pistol in his suitcase.

But when he grabbed the pistol and sought to protect himself.

My nose suddenly soured.

Blood was dripping down the back of his hand and on his pistol, and a terrible thought came to Cork's mind: Could it be that the drink I drank was poisonous?

He threw himself on the phone to call for help, but before he could stand up, his whole body was paralyzed like mud and he fell heavily to the floor.

"......" Kirk struggled desperately to make a sound, but unfortunately he tried in vain.

From the outside, it appeared that he was lying quietly on the floor.

Seven orifices bleed.

Blood gushed from various organs in the head, and the appearance was quite miserable.

As his consciousness gradually blurred, a sentence suddenly flashed in Coke's mind: Funny little pepper!

He remembered that he had said it himself, when the long-haired girl glared at him, and before that, he had smelled a strange scent......

Wait, the peculiar scent?

Cork eventually realizes what went wrong, but now he has no other choice but to die!

He didn't know that on a corner at the end of the street outside the hotel, the brown bear-like man was also lying on the ground, and even the way he died was exactly like him!

A white fat policeman looked at the rapidly decomposing body of the brown bear-like man with an expression of extreme disgust, and he snorted the ground: "It's disgusting, I dare say that this unlucky guy escaped from Death Canyon and was stung by the hellworms brought by the ocean current! You see his body, before it is completely dead, the body has begun to decay, except for those hell bugs, I can't think of any other place where creatures can do this!"

"Keep your mouth tight, don't let people hear, otherwise it's not you and I who will cause a lot of panic!" The fat policeman's companion was a tall and thin man, and he hurriedly stopped his companion from complaining: "This person was poisoned by eating rotten and spoiled crabs, quick, take a shroud to cover the ......"

"Damn, I don't want to go near him, who knows if this guy is parasitized, I don't want to have anything to do with hell bugs!" "The fat cop avoided it from a distance after throwing the shroud to his companion.

In fact, his companions were also afraid.

According to the procedure, the corpse was covered from a distance, and then left in a hurry.

While the insects that escaped from Death Canyon have found a habitat, there are also a handful of occasional bugs that drift down the current, known as hellworms in Hawaii, and the appearance of each hellworm will terrify the populace. Fortunately, they are few in number and generally do not attack people, preferring to live on less populated islands or in dense forests.

Of course, there have always been unlucky people who have been stung to death by hellbugs.

Some people are naturally fond of teasing small bugs of unknown origin, and some even want to catch and raise hellbugs from Death Canyon, so it's not surprising that they are stung to death by an enraged hellbug.