Chapter 72: Fishing Sail

"I've heard of you. A few days ago, a fisherman appeared on the street. As soon as he opened his wallet, he would get a large stack of money. He appeared in places where there were a lot of people, but all the people who tried to rob him were robbed back."

"Even guns don't work on him. It's like being in a superhero movie."

Old Kurt smiled, moving the scar on his face, extinguished the cigar in his hand, and waved his hand to let his men close the window.

Sitting opposite him were Carlos and Dana.

On the table, there was a stack of neatly arranged banknotes.

"Okay, I'll be frank. How about you come and help me?" Seeing that Carlos didn't respond, Old Kurt directly stated his purpose.

Carlos shook his head, "I'm not joining a gang again."

Old Kurt raised his eyebrows and nodded, then hooked two fingers at his confidant, who took a suitcase and put it on the table.

It opened with a click, revealing neatly stacked banknotes inside. One could almost smell the ink emanating from it.

"This is our gang's profit for one month. I'm giving it all to you. You'll have a share every month from now on." Old Kurt directly threw out his biggest chip.

Dana's eyes lit up, she clenched the corner of her clothes and swallowed her saliva. There was nothing she could do. This was her reaction to being afraid of being poor. When she saw the green banknotes, adrenaline and dopamine would be secreted at the same time.

But she was still able to stay awake and glanced at Carlos, but he didn't show any sign of being moved.

"I'm sorry, but I won't do bad things again." Carlos continued to refuse outright.

Dana was a little nervous, fearing that Old Kurt would flip the table in the next second. In her impression, no matter whether it was Little Black or Old Black, as long as you rejected him, he might explode at any time.

But old Kurt's expression remained unchanged, and it was hard to tell whether he was angry or dissatisfied.

"So, this is the price of power?" he asked thoughtfully.

Carlos looked at him with some surprise, then nodded hesitantly: "You could say that."

"Well, that's a pity. Although we can't cooperate, you can tell me if you need my help with anything. For example, Dana, has there been anyone in the gang who was so blind as to do anything to you?" Old Kurt looked at Dana with a smile.

Yes, of course.

But she didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble for herself and Carlos.

The grievances were all in the past, and the pain had long been swallowed and digested. What was more important now was the future that Carlos had described for her. She didn't want any accidents to happen in that beautiful future.

Dana forced a smile and shook her head: "Everyone is very nice to me, but since my brother wants to take me away, and it's not a good idea to keep doing this, now that I have enough money, it's time for me to leave."

"Okay, take the money back. I always hope that the people below can have a good future and don't have to struggle in this quagmire all their lives." Old Kurt pushed the ransom money back with a kind tone, as if the "Bloody Kurt" his subordinates feared was not him.

Dana glanced at Carlos, who nodded, and she took the money back.

"Okay, let's go. I won't treat you to dinner. We can keep in touch in the future. If you need any help, feel free to come to me." Old Kurt lit his cigar again.

"Thank you."

They're gone.

The confidant lowered his head and asked curiously: "Boss, are you just going to let them go like this?"

"What else?" Old Kurt chuckled. "With your brain, you just want to control his sister and make her do things for us. Naive! Don't try to use threats to control a force that you can't withstand the backlash of."

The confidant laughed awkwardly.

"Chaofan, find out who has a better relationship with Dana, control everything about her, and let her keep in touch with Dana. If the other party settles down, let her go to Dana. You don't have to do anything. Just try to please her and say a few words for our gang."

"Also, as for those superhero rumors on the streets, just say that those guys are hallucinating because they're high. Don't cause unnecessary trouble. If Carlos joins the official team, we might be in trouble."

"The boss has a smart brain!" "Oh my god, the boss's brain is full of shit!"

On a large ocean-going squid fishing boat returning home, the sailors were playing cards and chatting, while also complaining about the company's boss. This was their ordinary daily activity.

"Don't be disgusting, I'm still eating, all in!"

"I'm done with you."

"By the way, where's Old John? Why don't I see him playing cards?"

"I'm drift fishing off the stern."

"Haha, you're really not afraid of death. Last time, you were almost dragged into the water by a tuna."

"There are so many coincidences. This isn't trolling. He must have been just dumb luck last time. And he just likes to cast a few rods whenever he wants."

Just when the game was about to be decided, hurried footsteps were heard at the door, and a sailor rushed in panting: "My God, you really should go and see, Old John caught a super weird fish!"

The sailor who had a bad hand immediately threw his cards away and walked quickly: "Where is it? I want to go check it out."

"You bastard! Run away!"

"Bring him back!"

When they reached the stern of the boat, they saw a lot of people gathered there. They immediately lost interest in catching people and went forward to see what kind of fish could attract the attention of so many old sailors.

"Excuse me, Al, why are you being lazy? Go and clean the deck."

"Let's take a look. I don't believe there are any fish we haven't seen."

When they squeezed to the front of the crowd, they saw a strange fish the size of a medium-sized dog, flapping its pectoral fins and baring its claws and teeth as it struggled with Old John.

How strange!

After taking another look and carefully identifying it, I still don't recognize it.

Its appearance and row of sharp teeth are a bit like an anglerfish, and its pectoral fins are powerful and strong, or rather flippers rather than pectoral fins. Its body length is estimated to be about 50 to 60 centimeters. God knows how Old John caught it.

Moreover, logically speaking, such strange-looking fish are all deep-sea fish. It is incredible that they can be caught like this, and once they come ashore, they are close to death.

But this strange fish is extremely lively. It bites anyone it sees, just like a mad dog, and it seems it can survive out of water.

The experienced captain was a little confused. He could only ask people to control the strange fish with a net, remind everyone not to be bitten by it, and then take the photos to ask the experts in the company.

Thanks to the popularization of satellite networks and the fact that fishing boats are equipped with antenna receiving terminals, he would not be able to connect to the Internet on the high seas.

At the stern, Old John and his sailors took a lot of effort to completely control the strange fish.

"This fish is so strong, how did you catch it, Old John?" One of them gasped for a long time before he recovered.

Old John looked a little embarrassed. His friend who witnessed the whole process pointed out: "What a waste! This fish jumped up by itself. Old John has been waiting here for a long time, but he didn't see a single hairtail fish."

"But this fish is really vicious. It can't be some radioactive fish."

"If it's still alive, the radiation won't be that great, right? Besides, this fish must be very valuable, and there are plenty of rich people willing to pay for it."

"Quick, get the biggest bucket and fill it up and cover it first."

In the chaos, no one noticed that at this moment, in the dark corner of the fishing boat, a strange tail passed by.

　Thanks to "Lost Blue Cat" for the second reward
　　Thanks to "Night Light Crime" for the reward
　　Thanks to "book friend 20210726214800916" for the reward
　　Thanks for the tip from "Watching the fireworks through the glass"
　　
　
(End of this chapter)