A country in Central Africa, on the southwest coast.

A small sailing ship sailed on the open sea, and the seagulls flew beside the ship, and suddenly fell to the mast, and suddenly flew down with their wings.

"Haha, look at these seagulls, they're so cute, they're dancing for me."

There was a silver bell-like laugh from the boat, and a blonde woman threw breadcrumbs into the air, causing the seagulls to fly up and down.

"No, Miss Margaret, they're just dancing for your bread, and I want to tell you that seagulls are not vegetarians like you, they eat fish and shrimp."

With this untimely voice, a man in his forties stepped onto the deck.

"Professor Johannes, have you always talked to women like this?" The blonde beauty named Margaret turned around and asked.

"Of course, is there any problem?" Professor Johannes asked rhetorically.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Margaret shrugged her shoulders, tossed all the crumbs in her hand into the sky, then turned to the bow of the boat, muttering, "You deserve to be single all this time!" ”

"Miss Margaret, what were you talking about?" Professor Johannes asked.

"I didn't say anything, maybe you misheard, Professor." Margaret replied.

"Well, maybe I really misheard." Professor Johannes didn't dig any deeper, paced up to Margaret's side, and said, "Seriously, Miss Margaret, I'm really curious, why did you take on this show?" ”

"Is there anything wrong with me taking over this show?" Margaret asked rhetorically.

"Of course," Professor Johannes nodded, "you should know that we're going to be living in the rainforest for a while, photographing those legendary vampire bats, and I don't think either the rainforest or the vampire bats should be something that women like." ”

"That's just what you think, quite the opposite, that I love these things. In the eyes of your machismo, should women be vases in the greenhouse, and we can't like the things you men like? Margaret asked rhetorically.

"Please don't get me wrong, I'm just worried about whether you'll stick to it, and now it seems that maybe my worries are unnecessary." Professor Johannes hastened to explain.

Margaret snorted, turned her head away, and ignored Professor Johannes.

Mr. Professor, apparently not wanting to have too much trouble with this female boxer, turned around and walked back.

Just as he was approaching the door of the cabin, he suddenly heard Margaret exclaim, "Oh God, what a place is that, it's so beautiful!" ”

Johannes turned his head to look and saw that at the end of the sea was a long silver sand beach, like a silver ribbon, dotted between the blue sea, blue sky and green trees, which was pleasing to the eye.

"That's Crumpleton Beach." Professor Johannes said.

"Crumpton Beach? How I haven't heard of it, I dare say it's even more beautiful than the Maldives. Oh my God, I really didn't expect that in this most backward country in the world, there would be such a beautiful scenery! ”

Margaret sighed heartily and said, "Professor, can we go and have a look?" ”

"I'm sorry, Miss Margaret, but I can't grant you this request." Professor Johannes shook his head.

"Why? Is it because of the itinerary? Don't worry, I won't stay long, just let me step on that sand, and I think the sand will be as soft as the clouds. Margaret said.

"It's not about the itinerary, it's because it's private territory, and it's never open to the public." Professor Johannes pointed to the silver sand and said, "Do you see that villa complex, their owners are the owners of this beach?" ”

"Wouldn't it be okay for us to talk to the owner of the villa? I can give them money, or get them on TV. Margaret asked.

"I'm sorry, I think you're going to be disappointed, Miss Margaret, and these conditions of yours can't impress him at all."

A deep male voice came from the cabin, and then a burly man stepped out of it.

"Myron, why?" Margaret asked, puzzled.

She felt incredible, if the owner of the beach couldn't be excused if the money couldn't move, after all, he could make this beautiful beach his own private territory, and he wouldn't care about money. But they shouldn't refuse to be on TV, that is also to help them make a name for themselves, and it is only good for them.

After listening to Margaret's question, Myron laughed and said, "Not everyone wants to be on TV and be famous, like me. ”

"Of course you don't want to, you're just a mercenary." Margaret rolled her eyes.

"Hehe, the master here is a mercenary like me." Myron laughed.

"He's also a mercenary? That's great, you should know each other, you go and talk to them. Margaret said happily.

"I know him, he doesn't know me," Myron said, spreading his hands, "we're so far apart." ”

"How far? Is it that far from the Earth to the Moon? Margaret teased.

Unexpectedly, Myron actually admitted it directly and said: "He is the team leader of the Philip Army, and I am just a small mercenary, which is really about the same distance from the earth to the moon." ”

"Philip's Army? Sorry, I haven't heard of it. Margaret said.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it, but anyone who has been in contact with mercenaries in Africa will know this name, and the real mercenaries will also know the name of the owner of this beach - Crumpton, the man who has never failed."

"Never failed? Is that an exaggeration? Margaret muttered.

Of course, it is not an exaggeration, it is said that Crumpton has never missed a beat since the day he became a mercenary, and if there is anything that Philip's army can't solve, the first thing that comes to mind must be him. If not, where do you think he got the money to buy this beach and use it as his team's base? Myron said with admiration.

Margaret wasn't interested, she just wanted to go to the beach.

"Myron, is there really no way to go up?"

"There's really no way, I advise you not to fight this idea again." Myron said.

"Then let's get closer to the boat, I can take a few pictures, right?" Margaret asked again.

Myron didn't answer her, but looked at Professor Johannes on the side and asked, "Professor, you are the boss, you have the final say." ”

"Isn't there any danger?" Professor Johannes asked.

"Probably not, as long as we don't go ashore, just look at it from a distance, Crumpton won't embarrass us." Myron said.

"In that case, let's get closer, just don't cross the line, you should know where the line is." Professor Johannes said.

"Don't worry, I won't get anywhere within half a nautical mile."

The sailboat turned around and headed

As the beach sailed away, Margaret looked at the sand obsessively, wondering how to get them to agree to dock the boat.

At this moment, two speedboats that were originally docked on the beach pier suddenly started and headed towards the sailboat.

Margaret's eyes lit up when she saw this, and she shouted, "Someone is coming, can we talk to them?" ”

Professor Johannes and Myron had just entered the cabin when they heard her scream and came out again, seeing the speedboat coming towards them, both of them in a daze.

It was not the first time that the two had passed here, and they knew that the red line set by Crumpton was half a nautical mile, but now that they were at least two nautical miles apart, how could they have come here.

Myron raised the telescope on his chest and looked at it, his face suddenly changed drastically, and he shouted loudly: "Anchor, hurry up!" ”

"What's wrong?" Professor Johannes asked, puzzled.

"Professor, look at it, we're in big trouble."

Myron handed the telescope to Professor Johannes, who raised it up and glanced at it, gasping as well.

He clearly saw that one of the people on the speedboat was carrying an iron pipe on his shoulder, which looked like a legendary individual missile, and the others were all fully loaded.

As a bush biologist, he often travels to the rainforest for scientific research, and has passed Crumpleton Beach eight times, but this is the first time he's seen such a formation.

"Myron, what the hell is going on?" Professor Johannes asked, somewhat nervously.

"I don't know, we can only do our best to show that we are not hostile to them, otherwise we will definitely be sunk here." Myron replied nervously.

"Sunk? What are you talking about? What the hell is going on? Margaret asked, puzzled.

"Miss Margaret, see for yourself."

Professor Johannes handed the telescope over, and instead of complaining to his face, he was already trying to be a gentleman.

Margaret was also shocked when she saw it, and asked urgently, "What are they going to do?" You're not trying to kidnap us, are you? ”

"Don't worry, they're not trying to kidnap us, they're supposed to be guarding against the enemy. Hell, who could make Cronpaton, who had never been defeated, nervous like that? Myron said suspiciously.

It didn't take long for the speedboat to get closer, and the mercenaries on board pointed their guns at the boat, boarded the sailboat, searched it inside and out, and double-checked their documents.

"Alright, you can go, stay away from here in the future!" The mercenary who led the team said coldly.

"Yes sir, let's leave."

Myron hurriedly agreed, and when the mercenaries got off the ship, he immediately asked the captain to drive the ship away.

Perhaps the mercenaries were so fierce that Margaret did not dare to mention the stubble that had landed, and it was not until she had sailed far away that she looked back at the beautiful beach and said regretfully, "What a pity." ”

"There is no pity, although the beach is beautiful, but our lives are even more beautiful, captain, please drive the boat faster." Professor Johannes shouted at the cabin.

At this moment, suddenly two Margarets suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my God, what is that?!" ”

Professor Johannes and Myron looked back together, only to see two white clouds, almost touching the sea towards the two speedboats.

"Missiles!" Myron exclaimed.

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