Chapter 635 Is This the Professor of Gotham University? (Part 2)

After 6 hours, the ship still had no intention of stopping. They had even replenished supplies along the coast several times and even encountered a storm. If Arthur had not had special abilities to avoid storms through information from fishing groups, the new ship would have been damaged long ago.

This fishing boat was not an ocean-going fishing boat and could only fish in the near-mid-sea area. It was really too difficult for the boat to drive it from the California coastline all the way to Mexico.

Finally, after about 7 and a half hours, the boat finally stopped. Schiller was a little pale. He held the railing and looked at Arthur who came out and said, "Are we really there?"

"We have only reached the vicinity of the archipelago now. We still need to find out which island it is. If you feel uncomfortable, go inside and rest for a while. I will go in and swim over to find it."

Schiller nodded and acquiesced to this arrangement. First, he could not swim, and second, even if he could swim, he had no strength to swim now.

Gray Mist was right. His seasickness was a psychological reaction. Gray Mist could forcefully control his stomach muscles from cramping, but the discomfort would also transfer to other places, such as chest tightness, cold sweats, etc.

Even if Gray Mist could forcefully soothe these discomfort symptoms, Schiller's mind would tell him that these places were feeling uncomfortable, so he decided to stay on the ship.

Chao said that he would take a year-end vacation and not allow him to enter the Temple of Thought, that is, he could not ask the dream god for blessings, or simply poke that feather and call Lucifer over. Even if he wanted to jump into the sea and drown himself, death would not accept him.

Schiller came to the only guest room on the ship. This should be a temporary resting place for the sailors on the ship, but there was a pretty good sofa bed. He lay on it and fell asleep a little sleepily.

But soon, he was awakened by a noise. He heard a strange Spanish accent and a few gunshots.

As soon as Schiller got up, he felt the bed shaking. It was obvious that someone had boarded the ship. He stood up and stood by the door with his umbrella.

The people outside spoke in Spanish. Schiller could only understand a few words. It seemed that they were saying that the ship was new and good.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps appeared outside the door. The door was opened with a bang. The person who came in was holding a rifle and muttering dirty words in Spanish.

But as soon as he took a step into the door, a knife pierced his chest. Schiller took back his umbrella and frowned at the man lying on the ground.

Looking at the vest and turban, they looked a bit like Mexicans, and also a bit like pirates active in the Caribbean, but soon, Schiller determined the identity of this group of people because he heard people outside shouting the name of a drug. This group of people were Mexican drug dealers.

Judging from their tone, they should want to take the ship back to transport drugs. Judging from the footsteps, this group of people should have entered the cab. Schiller flashed directly to the end of the corridor. The drug dealers at the end of the corridor saw Schiller and subconsciously raised their guns and fired.

Now, Schiller can be sure that this group of crazy people are drug dealers, because pirates usually choose to kidnap and then ask for ransom, while drug dealers kill all crew members on the spot, and they don’t need to be alive.

Of course, bullets can’t penetrate the snake skin of Jörmungandr. Schiller opened his umbrella to block all the bullets, and then killed about five or six drug dealers one by one before coming to the cab.

There were three people in the cab. When they saw Schiller appear, they spoke a lot of Spanish again. But when Schiller killed the first person, the first reaction of the remaining two people was not to shoot at Schiller, but to shoot at the control panel in the cab.

After killing the remaining two drug dealers one by one, Schiller heard them cursing him before they died. Combined with their previous actions of destroying the cockpit, Schiller was sure that the drug dealers might have regarded him as a colleague and wanted to destroy his boat before they died to prevent him from doing business.

In this area, only this group of people would be so fierce, and maybe there were American agents among them who deliberately wanted to provoke conflicts.

Looking at their clothes, Schiller guessed that this should be a group of minions from a drug trafficking group. They came here by chance, found this fishing boat, and wanted to drive it back to show their merits.

Because their equipment was not sophisticated, they didn't have any good things on them, and their combat effectiveness was not strong. A few flashes and a few knives solved it. If it was really that well-trained armed drug dealers, it would not be so easy.

The drug trafficking industry in South America is so rampant that it is impossible to say that there is no connivance from the United States. The weapons of those elite drug dealers are comparable to those of the US Army infantry, and there is no need to say how they got them.

After dealing with this group of drug dealers, Schiller did not feel relieved. The cockpit of the boat was completely destroyed by their bullets. One of them even shot the control panel with a shotgun. This small fishing boat was not a warship. Even if it was a warship, the buttons would fly off if it was hit by such a shot.

Not long after, Arthur saw the bodies lying on the ground and the messy cab, and then he saw Schiller, who looked pale and very weak, holding an umbrella knife and finishing off the drug dealers one by one to prevent them from being killed.

Standing outside the cab door, Arthur swallowed his saliva and whispered: "... Is this the professor from Gotham University?"

"You're back? Come in." Schiller waved to him and said, "Look, they made a mess here. Can this ship still be driven?"

Arthur still felt more distressed about the ship. He stepped over the corpse at the door and walked in. He looked at the control panel carefully and said, "I'm afraid it's difficult. Most of the buttons here are out of order. I'll try to see if it can be started."

Arthur fiddled with it and said, "No, it should be a certain line that is affected. I have to check the engine."

As he said, he walked out of the cab door and came back after a while, saying, "The gang that hijacked the ship are veterans. They didn't damage the engine, but they damaged the engine's control device."

"Can you be more straightforward?" Schiller said.

"In other words, they dismantled the circuit of the vehicle's ignition switch, so although the engine is intact, it can't be ignited."

"Can you fix it?" Schiller asked.

"Yes, but it requires materials. I can't make a wire out of thin air. And I just found the isolated island where the man is trapped. We have to rescue him."

"Get off the boat." Schiller turned and walked out firmly, saying, "I'm afraid these people will catch up here soon. You don't need the boat. Ensure safety first."

Arthur opened his mouth and looked at the corpses on the ground. He didn't know whose safety Schiller was referring to, but he still followed Schiller off the boat. When he stepped on the land, he looked back at the boat with great regret.

Schiller wanted to protect Arthur's safety. The youth version of Superman was still developing and didn't have the same strength as his peak period. Not to mention Aquaman. Even at his peak, he was not very strong. It's hard to say whether this youth version can block bullets.

Although he is almost invincible as long as he jumps into the water, it is more likely that he will be scared to death when he sees a group of vicious drug dealers rushing towards him with weapons, and even forget that swimming is his forte.

The place where the two stepped on the land was also an island. Schiller looked around and saw that there was almost nothing here except coconut trees and seabirds. He said, "So, how do we get to the island you mentioned now?"

"Uh... I can swim there..." Arthur just finished speaking and saw Schiller's unfriendly eyes, so he immediately changed his words and said, "It's okay, I just saw a group of good friends who can take you there."

Ten minutes later, Schiller looked at a group of dolphins in the sea. He sighed deeply, looked at Arthur and said, "Why do you think they can carry me?"

Schiller couldn't judge the specific species of this group of dolphins very well, but their bodies looked slender and not big, and there was no place on their backs for people to ride.

There are many different species of dolphins. Perhaps large ones can indeed carry people to swim, but the group in front of him obviously can't.

Arthur thought for a moment and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go look for it."

After about half an hour, Arthur came back. He was floating in the deep water far away from Schiller and looked a little tired. Schiller shouted, "What's wrong with you? Did you swim far?"

"No! The main thing is that I have to follow him..."

Before Arthur finished speaking, he was rushed into the water by a column of water. Then, Schiller saw a huge monster floating on the sea. It was black in color, with a white patch on both sides of its cheeks. It looked very much like a giant panda. It looked like a killer whale.

"You can step on the back of the dolphin first, and then ride the killer whale over. This guy is big enough, and it must be no problem to carry people."

Arthur swam over, then whistled and brought the group of dolphins over. They floated to the surface of the sea one by one and turned into a ladder. Schiller looked around, sighed, and resigned himself to the sea.

Fortunately, with the control of the gray fog, Schiller's balance is much better than others, so although he was not steady with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and his shoes were also stained with water, he still successfully landed on the back of the killer whale.

There is a very tall dorsal fin on the back of the killer whale. The dorsal fin of this killer whale is almost 7 meters long, which is a perfect handle. Schiller grabbed the dorsal fin, and when the killer whale swam, he actually felt much more stable than on the boat.

Arthur said while swimming in front: "It's not easy to find a quiet guy. These guys are always very naughty. Let them carry people, but you have to pay a lot of benefits."

Schiller grabbed the dorsal fin of the killer whale and felt a little fresh. Looking at the sea, he asked: "Then what benefits did you use to convince him?"

"I have to play with him. In fact, in the half hour just now, I only spent five minutes communicating with him, and the rest of the time was playing with him."

When the killer whale floated half of its back on the water, it was not swimming very fast, so Arthur even swam in front of the killer whale. He turned back and stopped, touched the killer whale's head and said, "This is a good guy. He has just reached adulthood, but his body is not small. He will definitely grow into a big guy in the future."

"I have heard that there are killer whales in the Gulf of Mexico, but I didn't expect to find them so easily." Arthur said as he swam, "Besides, killer whales often appear in pairs or families. It is very rare to see one alone."

Although the one person and the whale did not swim fast, it didn't take long for them to arrive at the isolated island that Arthur had surveyed before.

This time, there was no dolphin to pave the way for Schiller. After Arthur went ashore first, he looked at Schiller who was still on the killer whale's back and said, "The killer whale can't get to the shoal, otherwise it will be stranded!"

"Sorry, professor, you may have to swim over this short distance..."

Then, he saw Schiller disappear on the killer whale's back, and the next second, he appeared beside him dry.

Arthur's eyes widened and he muttered to himself:

"Is this the professor from Gotham University?"

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