Chapter 907 Shark, Shark

Alvin accepted Norman Osborne's commission, and he couldn't care less about figuring out how to eat the big fish with Jessica.

Making sashimi doesn't require any skills. Just find a tasty spot, cut it into slices, chill it, and dip it in some wasabi and soy sauce before you eat it.

Leaving little Ginny in the care of Fox, Alvin and Stark walked to the bottom deck together to prepare to observe the big shark up close.

How to bring this thing alive and kicking to Jurassic Park is really a nerve-wracking thing.

It can't be anesthetized. This thing might even forget to breathe once it falls asleep. It would be stupid to sleep to death.

It probably wouldn't work even if tied up. Jarvis estimated its body system. This thing needs to keep swimming to compensate for the body's oxygen intake, otherwise it will easily drown.

Alvin glanced at the megalodon scurrying around at the bottom of the yacht, looked at the analysis screen projected on Stark's wrist in amusement, and said with a smile: "This is the first time I heard that fish will be drowned. Sleeping No, then what should we do?

I'm not working with Norman to make money or anything, but if there really is a drug to treat Alzheimer's disease, it's worth trying anyway. "

Stark nodded silently after hearing this, and then said softly: "For people like us, 'Alzheimer's disease' is a more painful punishment than going to hell.

That old Osborne guy is finally doing something good! "

As he spoke, Stark looked at the megalodon that was tumbling and cruising in the water, and after thinking about it, he said: "After all, it is also an animal.

Maybe I could put a bit on its head and lead it like a camel to Jurassic Park.

The only problem now is how to make it quiet..."

As a half-hearted Druid, Alvin can vaguely feel the emotions of those slightly intelligent creatures and convey his emotions to them.

He summoned the golden vine, suppressed the golden vine's urge to whip the big guy into a fish, and put it on the back of the megalodon.

After closing his eyes and feeling it carefully, Alvin shook his head helplessly.

The only emotion conveyed by this big guy is "I want to eat, I haven't found the most delicious thing yet..."

Megalodon lives in another ocean space under the "thermocline" all year round, and the ecology there is completely different from here.

They are always hungry and need to find food that suits them. This is a biological instinct, so they will attack everything they see. If they don't taste it, how will they know if it is suitable for them?

Alvin, who failed in his attempt, glanced at Stark and said with a smile: "I have seen a documentary before, which said that sharks are also intelligent, and each of them has different personalities and behavior habits.

Now I guess that's all nonsense, this guy only has one option in mind: 'Let's eat'. "

Stark couldn't figure out Alvin's strange abilities, but he knew that Alvin was very capable of dealing with animals. Generally speaking, food and fists would make him invincible.

Ignoring Alvin's comments about sharks, he ordered Jarvis to conduct a detailed scan of the megalodon's head structure.

After about half an hour, Stark said with some uncertainty: "I'm not a shark expert, but this thing should have some effect..."

As he spoke, a 3D shark bite was projected on Stark's wrist, a half-covered helmet designed according to the shape of the megalodon's head.

The inside of the helmet is full of terrifying barbs. Two earphone-like things extending out from both sides of the helmet cover the front of the megalodon's gills. The inside is also full of barbs, as well as electrodes used to stimulate its nerves.

Looking at this terrifying thing, Alvin was a little impressed by Stark. He pointed at the projection in the sky with admiration and said with a smile: "Everyone underestimates your perversion..."

Stark waved his hand to interrupt Alvin's nonsense. He pointed at the irritable big guy in the sea and said, "Do you think this thing can make it obedient?

An animal trainer I once knew told me that the secret to taming wild beasts is to either treat yourself as one of their own kind, or to use pain to make them submit.

According to what you said, this thing has almost no IQ, so we can only choose pain! "

Alvin shook his head with a sigh, and said with a smile: "As long as you don't let those extreme animal protection organizations see it.

What we do is indeed more like villains...

This thing is on its head, and unless it has William Wallace inside its head, it has no choice but to surrender. "

Stark shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and said, "Can you please stop talking about these useless things? If this thing wasn't somewhat useful, you would have turned it into a pot of shark fins..."

Alvin smiled and nodded, and said: "Yes, I guess it is definitely not on the list of protected animals. It is too dangerous for ordinary fishing boats and yachts to encounter it.

How far is it from Florida?

I always feel that this thing is meant for holiday beaches, otherwise where would there be so many big fish in the sea for such a big guy to feed? "

Stark was stunned for a moment. He checked the map and said in a deep voice: "This is still 300 nautical miles away from Miami. How many do you think this thing will have?"

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When Alvin and Stark were thinking about how to catch the shark, Russell from SHIELD got off a helicopter with a tired expression.

Walking on the famous beach in Miami, Russell, a cowboy in a suit, smacked his cheeks and looked at the beach filled with cries and the blood-red sea water.

He was a little helpless and said to a local Miami policeman wearing a police uniform behind him: "What's going on here?"

The white policeman with a big belly looked at Russell, who did not know which department he came from, and said with some dissatisfaction: "A nearly 30-meter-large shark caused a massacre on the beach.

More than 40 people were confirmed to have been eaten, and a dozen others were missing.

We are applying for assistance from the military..."

As he spoke, the fat policeman glanced at the dozen or so capable armed field officers behind Russell, and said dissatisfiedly: "Who are you? You can't kill that shark with your weapons. We need the navy..."

Russell glanced at the fat policeman impatiently and said, "The navies you mentioned are busy showing off their power all over the world.

The ones at home were busy 'fishing' in the Atlantic, that's why I was fucking sent.

Give me the surveillance video of when it happened, and I'll be responsible for killing that damn thing. "

As he spoke, Russell glared at the fat policeman and said in a deep voice: "Move your fat ass and go to work quickly. I'll be the one to die anyway, right?"

The fat policeman was stunned for a moment, and then he was shocked by Russell's aura. This guy had an indescribable cruelty. The fat policeman felt that if he confronted him, the other party might attack him. Fire a shot.

The tall and strong SHIELD field agent came to Russell's side and said in a deep voice: "Boss, what should we do?

Do you really want to find a fishing boat and go out to sea to chase sharks? "

Russell glared at his men and said: "Where are we going to find those things? Do you think there is only one shark?

Notify the headquarters and ask them to request the establishment of isolation zones along the coast of Florida. Until the matter is over, all ships with a displacement of less than 500 tons will not be allowed to enter the sea! "

As he spoke, Russell watched the tall and strong field worker take out a small computer that did not match his temperament and start working. Who would have thought that this guy who is nearly two meters tall and has a build similar to Schwarzenegger is actually a technician.

Russell waved to a team member behind him who was carrying a medical kit, pointed to a messy beach, and said, "Go and help..."

Russell frowned and looked at the messy beach, which had always been a gathering place for tourists. The big shark waiting for dinner obviously regarded this place as a canteen.

From time to time, mutilated limbs and broken arms wash up on the scarlet seaside, causing a burst of screaming and crying.

Just when Russell didn't know what to think, the strong technician suddenly looked up at him and said: "The sharpshooter will send us a message.

Those things were megalodons, with a body length of 25 to 35 meters. They killed more than 80 megalodons in Chinese waters and public fisheries.

It is estimated that there are still about 200 swimming in the sea, and they cannot track these deep-sea monsters.

Here is an assessment of the megalodon sent by a Chinese expert. Boss, if there are many of these things and they like to eat people, we will be in trouble! "

Russell spread his hands indifferently and said, "What trouble can there be? Find them and kill them.

Then we go back to find those alien sea monsters, and America’s asshole navy is doing whatever it takes to get those monsters for themselves.

You find a suitable reporter on the Internet and post what those navy people are doing. I want everyone to know that those sons of bitches leave the monsters at their doorstep and are determined to rob those alien monsters. .

If those bastards hadn't held me back, I should be on vacation right now! "

Just as Russell kept complaining, a Coast Guard pickup truck parked not far from him. A handsome middle-aged man got out of the cab, and then several lifeguards wearing life jackets joined forces. A rubber boat was lifted from the bed of the pickup truck.

The capable middle-aged man walked up to Russell, took a look at the handsome cowboy in a suit, and said in a deep voice: "Are you looking for me? But I have a job now..."

Russell glanced at the few people behind the strong middle-aged man and the rubber boat they were carrying, shook his head, and said, "What are you doing? Go and feed that son of a bitch monster?"

The capable middle-aged man looked at Russell with cold eyes and said unhappily: "It is impossible for sharks to kill everyone. There may be survivors at sea..."

Russell waved his hand to stop the strong middle-aged man from talking. He raised his hand and pointed to the sky. A SHIELD Quinjet returned from patrolling the sea. It approached within a few minutes and landed vertically on Russell. Not far from Serre.

A SHIELD field agent wearing a black uniform jumped down from the open hatch and trotted to Russell's side.

He glanced at the slender middle-aged man and the rubber boat behind him, shook his head and said to Russell: "Boss, there is no one alive, that shark looks like it is killing for fun.

Even after it was full, it didn’t let anyone else go..."

After hearing this, the capable middle-aged man turned his head with a heavy expression and motioned to his buddy to put down the ridiculous rubber boat, then looked at Russell and said, "What do you need me to do?"

Russell glanced at the other person, nodded appreciatively, and said: "Carter Black, shark expert, you have been dealing with sharks for the past ten years.

And you killed the big shark born in the Osborne Group's offshore laboratory.

We need a little professional advice, and I want you to help me find those sharks, and then your job is accomplished! "

Carter Black was stunned for a moment, he looked at Russell in surprise and said: "Those, are you talking about?

How many sharks are there? Where did they come from?

The current marine ecology cannot support their hunting..."

Russell nodded with an indifferent expression and said, "So those sharks put humans on the table.

There are nearly 200 megalodon sharks living in tropical waters around the world. You have to help me find them, and then I will be responsible for killing these damn things. "

Carter Black took a step back in surprise, muttering "SHIT, SHIT..."

Then this middle-aged man who looked energetic began to pace in place irritably, and while he was spinning in circles, he said: "Bait, a lot of bait...

Sharks don’t stray too far after a meal; their instinct is to stay nearby and wait for their next meal!

We need a big boat and find a suitable place to prepare a big meal for it..."