Huge waves crash against the layers of rocks, making a crisp sound, hitting black foam, and the endless waves wash away the rocks on the seashore. It is nature's gift that gives this island a spotless tranquillity.

"It seems that today's rainstorm has been decided, and the tide has not receded yet. Bart looked up at the gloomy sky, as if he had been building up anger for a thousand years, and the distant rolling thunder was slowly approaching the sea.

Wilson's stubborn eyebrows twitched, "Then we need to go back quickly, if we are targeted by the storm, we will be in trouble." ”

"Let's go now!" Bart took off his clothes, wrapped them in the same rag from yesterday, and motioned for Wilson to take off his clothes as well.

Wilson quickly peeled off a tattered patched layer of clothing, did a few chest expansion exercises, twisted his neck from side to side a few times, made a "click" sound, gestured at Bart, and then leaped into the dark sea.

Bart grabbed the canvas-wrapped garment in his left arm, made a swooping gesture with his right arm, and plunged into the water.

Two bare white bodies rose and fell in one wave after another, like the graceful bodies of white dolphins shuttling through the water.

Wilson swam out of the reef around the island, revealing his hard head, and climbed up a reef, "These natural barriers are really blessed with this island!"

"The island behind us is now shrouded in a thick fog that no one dares to step into. Bart looked back at the pirates in the fog and sighed.

Wilson looked at the island with admiration, and after a moment said to Bart, "Are we going to give this island a name? We're not going to give the organization a name for now, so let's think of a name for this island!"

"Isn't Yas also the patriarch of this island, does he also have any opinions about this island?"

"Leave him alone. Now he's just a guy with fists and no brains, there's no need to ask his opinion. When he can actually join us, I will naturally leave a place for him. He now has only the value of use for us, not the value of being our brother. Wilson spoke lightly of Yas, a figure that feared all the teenagers of the Losisba Peninsula.

Bart let out a long sigh of relief, "Okay. I think this is an island full of ghosts, and if I hadn't been here alone with you, I would have been scared. Why don't you call it Ghost Island?"

"Ghost Island...... Ghost Island ......" Wilson repeated these three words over and over again.

The island not far away is surrounded by layers of mist, which is really like a ghostly xenophobia, which makes people feel terrified for no reason.

"We are the ghosts that give the creeps out of the invaders. Now this island is our ghost island. Wilson agreed with Barthes's idea and officially named the island Ghost Island.

Suddenly, a loud bang erupted in the heavy clouds. Then, purple tongues of fire erupted, inspiring the surging sea with amazing power. The waves were taller and bigger, and there was rumbling everywhere.

"No, the Devil's Apprentice is coming in the rain! Let's go!" Wilson's face darkened with the sky, and he rolled over and disappeared into the waves.

The two men continued to rise and fall as the waves rolled.

A storm is finally coming!

The wind swept the dark clouds, and a raindrop fell like a thousand arrows into the tumbling of the sea, like the most majestic waterfall in the world.

The dazzling lightning was like veins in the human body, constantly flickering in the surge of blood.

Thunderbolts of thunder followed by purple lightning, one after the other, never stopping, and the sea seemed to be about to be shattered.

Bart struggled out of the chaos and shouted, "Wilson, where are you? This wave is about to bury me!"

After saying that, he suddenly felt something touch him behind him, and hurriedly turned to look, and it turned out to be Wilson holding a broken mast against Bart's back in the torrential rain.

Wilson shouted, "Catch it!" or we will never go back to our beloved Losispa Peninsula!"

Bart struggled to hold the end of the mast under the impact of the huge waves, and was buried with Wilson by the waves and torrential rain.

By the time the wind and waves were lighter, it was already afternoon.

On the golden sand of the Losisba Peninsula, two people lie with a mast in the middle.

The sea breeze is blowing, and it is extremely hot.

Summers in the Mediterranean are hot and dry, and only cool up when the wind and rain come.

"Hey...... Bart, are you dead?" Wilson's yellow hair was buried in the golden sand, and he pulled out his head and shook it a few times, and the countless grains of sand that were thrown out glistened golden in the sunlight.

Bart slowly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and found that he could not speak.

Wilson laughed and said, "Look what's in your mouth." ”

Bart pulled out the contents of his mouth with his hand, which turned out to be a small sea turtle.

"You have a fate with it, if it were an ordinary turtle, it would definitely bite your tongue, and it wouldn't let it out anyway. Wilson laughed again.

After Bart spat a few mouthfuls of saliva, he dragged the turtle with his hand, raised it to his eyes, looked at it carefully, and said to himself, "It seems that we are really destined, let's make friends!"

The little turtle poked out its lazy little head, and its mung bean-like eyes didn't even bother to turn, staring at Bart's eyes for a moment, and then slowly retracted.

"I now finally know why it didn't bite my tongue. Bart reluctantly put the turtle on the beach, "It doesn't even bother to roll its eyes, how can it be in the mood to open its mouth!"

Wilson smiled and said, "Then you have to let it stay with you, you two can be regarded as sharing weal and worn, how can you let it share the joys and sorrows with you!"

"Okay, okay. Even if this little guy is lucky enough to hide in my mouth, I'm sure I'll have to let the wind and waves sweep to the edge of the sky. Bart picked up the little turtle with its head shrunk and put it in his pocket, "You asked me to name our island, and now you have to name my little turtle." ”

Wilson thought for a moment, "Let's call it a lazy one! When it grows up, he'll become a lazy one." ”

Bart touched the lazy side through his coat pocket, "Yes, let's call it this name!"

"It's already afternoon, let's hurry home! The day after tomorrow at this time, I will go back to your father's factory to look for you, if you have something to do, come to this beach and wait for me, I will go around this beach every day. Seeing that it was not too early and that it was already beyond their planned time, Wilson hurriedly ordered Bart a few words of the Chronicle of Demon Entertainment.

"I really have to go back quickly, maybe my dad will be looking for me from house to house. Bart slapped his head, lifted his two long legs, and sped away.

On the beach, Bart didn't slow down much.

Wilson looked at Bart's twisted body and said to himself: "I don't think this fastest runner on the Losispa Peninsula is definitely just talking, and the speed of his progress is indeed impressive!"

Ansellu's fist slammed into Wilson's face quickly and violently.

Wilson quickly raised his right arm and landed a clenched left hand. After Ansellu's right fist was blocked, his left arm immediately protected his chest, and although he was hit by Wilson's punch, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Ansellu seized the moment and bounced his left knee to Wilson's lower abdomen. Wilson pounced like a beast and pinned the unexpected Ansellu to the ground.

"Did you throw in the towel?" Wilson asked with a smile as he put his fist on Ansaylu's face.

"It's not over yet! How do you know who's losing and who's winning?" Ansellu yelled, struggling to his feet. But Wilson could not allow him to stand up again.

Wilson's knee pressed him hard, "You really don't throw in the towel?"

Ansellu danced every finger he could move, eager to jump up and punch Wilson right away.

At this time, Wilson stood up at once, patted the dust on his body, "Good boy, you have backbone, I will let you stand up and continue to fight with me! ”

Like a deflated balloon, Ansey Lu sat on the ground, stunned.

"Why did they get you up?" said Jesus, looking at Ansellu suspiciously.

"I threw in the towel. Ansellu stood up gloomily, his gaze never leaving Wilson's eyes, "You can tolerate your opponent, I can't, you won." ”

Wilson smiled and said, "You're wrong. I'm not your opponent, you're not my opponent, we're friends. Our opponents are those hateful aggressors. Isn't it?"

"Then you mean we're going to listen to you in the future?" asked Jess unhappily.

"Of course, whoever has the strength to listen to whom!" Bart was very dissatisfied with Tes's attitude, and couldn't help but change his tone.

"What if I say I'm strong?" said Jace, giving Bart a disdainful look.

Bart rubbed his sleeve up and raised his fist, "You can try it!"

"Bart, put down your fist, your fist is aimed at the enemy, don't hurt the peace. Wilson then turned to Jace, "Don't do that, let's have a good talk!"

"Nothing else, I'll eat with Brother Wilson in the future!" Ansailu rubbed his nose.

Xibai straightened his thin body and said in a rather tough tone, "I will follow Wilson in the future." ”

"We're following Wilson!" said Andy and the others.

Jes's face turned white, he didn't say anything, and walked straight out.

Andy hurriedly reached out to stop him. Ansellu said, "Leave him alone, let him go!"

After Andy withdrew his hand, Jace pushed open the church door and vanished.

"Since everyone here has chosen to stay, let's ask Brother Wilson to say a few words!" Duka said solemnly.

Wilson smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry about Genes, we have to fight for him as much as possible in the future, he is also a very ambitious teenager, the latest chapter of his rugged life!"

"Did you mean we're going to form a team?" said Xibai's pale face moved a few more times.

Wilson nodded and said, "That's what I meant." He glanced briefly at the people around him and continued: "Everyone should know the purpose of my team, which is for peace and justice. Although we only have about a dozen people now, the team will gradually grow in the future. I believe that those who yearn for peace far outweigh those who love war. ”

"Yes, we have long wanted to be able to fight those invaders decently, but we have never had the opportunity and no strength. Now that you've put forward this idea, I'll raise a hundred hands in favor!" Ansaylu smiled rudely.

"For the time being, our team will be called Team Los Angeles, named after our Lossisba Peninsula. When the team really grows in the future, we will have a more resounding name. Wilson smiled and said, "Then I am the captain of our Luo team, Bart is the vice captain, and everyone is a member of the team for the time being." Because in the future, the expenses of our team will be obtained by Bart through his father's relationship, so in terms of contribution, Bart should be the vice captain. And I, I think I'm the captain. ”

"We don't have a problem. Frete snapped to say.

Ansailu and the others looked at each other and said in unison: "We don't have an opinion either." ”

"That's good, you can also raise your opinions! We are absolutely democratic. Bart interjected.

"Since time is very tight, the situation is very chaotic, and you still have to take care of the family, let's briefly arrange the tasks for the next few days!" Wilson paused, "Our first purpose is to expand the team, it is said that there are several factories in Tarta City that employ many child laborers, all of whom are seven or eight years old, and I am going to let Bart lead Fret Duka and them to have a look, and talk to those child laborers, and try to win their trust." This task is carried out from now on. ”

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!" said Bart and the others who received the task in unison.

"And a few of you who are Ansaylu.,Tomorrow and I will go around the Tarta School Park.,There are two purposes.,The first is to expand the team.,Find some promising young people who can join our team;The second is to find out those students from wealthy families.,So that we can also rob the rich and help the poor.。 How's that?" Wilson smiled as he finished speaking.

"Then let's go back and prepare now, and we'll meet here tomorrow. Without thinking, Ansellu agreed to Wilson's decision.

Except for Fret and his six children, the rest of them all disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wilson walked alone on the path leading home, going through the events of the day over and over again in his head, smiling from time to time. Today's plan was something he had dreamed of many times in his dreams, and every time he lay on the beach, he would carefully analyze every detail.

Today, he and Bart hid in the woods next to the holy mountain, using the natural environment to distract the enemy by saying that sentence, and they were not detected. The six children were able to walk naked into the fire because they were all smeared with white vinegar, which is not afraid of fire, so they had to take off their clothes. And their white clothes have been washed three times a day since last month.

Thinking about it, he came to a small forest, where the gentle song of the birds continued, and the dazzling sunlight shone on the ground through the layers of leaves, which was particularly beautiful.

Suddenly, Wilson's ears moved, and his keen hearing told him that there must be two people whispering in the vicinity.

He stood still for a moment, heard the source of the sound, and quietly paced in one direction.

In the shade of the woods, the most secluded place for enjoying the shade, sure enough, there were two people lying side by side, very close, as if two bodies were attached together. And it was a man and a woman, and the four hands and two mouths were not idle, and they were constantly moving.

"It seems to be a honey language, not a secret language. Wilson chuckled inwardly