Live Wilderness Adventure

Chapter 582 I will not participate in the discussion

Rough big hands pull the gate, and the wheels on the fishing boat pull the iron chain to rotate slowly. With the smile of the fisherman, a dolphin less than one meter long, obviously still young, is slowly hoisted.

Mandy's smile froze on her face.

Keke frightened, Richard froze.

The dolphin was already dead. It had a big opening on its back, like a small hole. The blood flowed out from the hole. It was still flowing, mixed with the sea water along the smooth back, and dripped onto the deck.

This is a wound caused by a special weapon.

Judging from the blood flowing, the juvenile dolphin had apparently just died.

Richard covered his face and kept rubbing, squeezing the deformed features.

The massacre started yesterday evening, but the dolphins didn't die until today, and their blood never dried up.

He knows what's going on.

Fishermen will drive the dolphins into some recesses made of rocks, and then block the entrance with fishing nets, and the dolphins trapped inside can only be left to the fishermen.

However, some fishermen will not immediately slaughter these dolphins, they will leave the trapped dolphins in a small notch for one night.

This is because they make the dolphin meat softer, fresher and more delicious.

It's disgusting to say.

No one but a pervert would think so.

Trapped in a fishing net, the young dolphin spent a night in despair and terror before being hanged and killed the next day.

The fisherman blew another loud whistle, sharp and piercing.

Standing dozens of meters away, Richard could hear his laughter, as could all the other fishing boats beside him.

In front of Richard and others, the fisherman took a long knife and cut the dolphin's throat.

Maybe the knife was too blunt, or the dolphin's skin was really too tough. The knife didn't cut off the dolphin's head quickly, but cut the flesh little by little like a blunt knife.

When the whole dolphin's head was cut off, the fisherman scratched his neck with his left thumb and laughed wantonly.

There were blue veins on Richard's forehead, and his face turned red almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"FUCK!!"

Mandy jumped over the railing and was about to jump into the sea, but was grabbed by Richard.

"Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive!" Richard gritted his teeth, as if speaking to Mandy, but also as if admonishing himself.

Words came out of Richard's mouth almost syllable by syllable. He gritted his teeth, and his voice was extremely vague and forceful: "They want to provoke us, they just want to force us to do it!"

"He is instigating us, persecuting us, as long as they do it, they can expel us!"

"So, don't do it! Mandy, don't do it!"

Richard was almost screaming, he closed his eyes in pain, and firmly grasped Mandy's big arm with five fingers, almost embedded in it, pinching it bruised and purple.

It's hard to imagine an old man with such great hand strength.

The pain and growl made Mandy, who was dazzled by anger, calm down a little.

These fishermen wanted Mandy and others to beat him, they wanted to get rid of Richard.

As long as Richard and the others beat people or do similar things, they can be photographed as "criminal evidence" and arrested.

From the moment he set foot on this land, Richard has been telling himself not to be accused of trumped-up charges.

But these people are always looking for trumped-up charges to bring them out.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!!"

Mandy kicked on the stone, and the half-person-high stone was kicked into the sea.

He didn't even dare to kick the railing openly, for fear that he would be arrested for vandalizing public property.

Keke's reaction was not as violent as Mandy's. He had a gentle personality, but even so, his eyes were red at this time, and he kept taking deep breaths.

Seeming to see an opportunity, several "passengers" approached, one of them was wearing a red short-sleeved shirt, holding a camera in his hand, and yelled at Richard and the others.

"private property!"

"private property!"

"Private territory!"

He seemed to only be able to say this one word, and his face was almost stuck on Richard's face, his thick nostrils breathing, constantly stimulating Richard's nerves.

But the camera in his hand reminded Richard and the others of the real purpose of this group of guys all the time.

"Oh tui!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm was spit on Mandy's shoe. This mouthful of old phlegm almost burst Mandy's cerebral blood vessels.

But he endured it.

It seemed that Richard and others were so tolerant, the fishermen on the fishing boat cursed a few times, and drove the fishing boat away gradually.

Seeing more and more people gathered around, some of them were still holding baseball bats, suspected of being part of a social organization, Keke didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes he made when he came to Japan for the first time, so he comforted him: “Let’s go, let’s go!”

Suddenly there was a thunderstorm in the sky.

Richard looked up at the sky, and at some point, it was covered with dark clouds, and a drop of rain fell into his eye socket precisely, but Richard didn't even blink.

After many days of sunny days, it finally ushered in a heavy rainstorm today.

The sky and the earth were covered by a vast expanse of whiteness, and the raindrops collided with each other into water foam in mid-air.

It was a downpour.

It's so big that I can't hear the shouting anymore.

"Let's go."

Richard seemed suddenly relieved.

...

At night, Richard sat in the room, surrounded by cross-legged people, from Jarrett, to Mandy, to Keke, and even... Bi Fang.

Mandy and Bi Fang said that Richard was not in the right condition today, so Bi Fang could only put aside the matter of Bosen and made a special trip.

After pondering for a while, Richard asked: "Is what we are doing really useful?"

"If it's useless, why did you come here in the first place?" Bi Fang took the lead in asking.

"I thought for a long time that a documentary might not change anything," Richard said.

Japan has been condemned for whaling every year, and it still goes its own way. Is a documentary useful?

"If this is the problem, then I won't participate in the discussion." Bi Fang got up suddenly, picked up his backpack and seemed to be really ready to leave.

Everyone at the scene was shocked, so that’s why I asked you to come?

Several people quickly stopped Bi Fang.

"Aren't you going to say a few words?"

"What?" Bi Fang asked back, "Are you expecting me to use twenty years of life experience to enlighten an old man in his fifties?"

"I only know how to hunt and survive. Magnificent adventures are my pursuit."

"Making good documentaries is the pursuit of Jarrett and Monte."

"Saving the dolphins is Richard's quest."

"In fact, we all know that doing so may be wrong, it may be a waste of time, and it may be a detour."

"But why do all roads have to be the most suitable and fastest?"

Maybe this road is not easy to walk, maybe this road is not the best choice to reach the end, maybe this road will make people fall. But isn’t that what life is like?

If you still have thoughts in your heart, you should try it while you are still alive.

Bi Fang felt that the matter was not so complicated. Bosen hadn't come up with any results yet, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department didn't know if they had found anything.

He is very busy.

"As long as things are done, they will be effective. I personally think it's a false proposition. I'm worried that it just didn't meet my psychological expectations."

"So, I don't participate in the discussion."