Live Wilderness Adventure

The rough big hand pulled down the lock, and the runner on the fishing boat pulled the iron chain to slowly rotate. With the smile of the fisherman, a dolphin less than one meter long, apparently still a young dolphin, was slowly lifted up.

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Mandy's smile stiffened on his face.

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Keke was taken aback, Richard was stunned.

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The dolphin was already dead. A large opening was opened on its back, like a small hole. Blood flowed out of the hole. At this time, it was still flowing. It was mixed with the sea water along its smooth back and dripped onto the deck.

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This is a wound caused by a special weapon.

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Judging from the flow of blood, this juvenile dolphin apparently died not long ago.

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

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The slaughter started yesterday evening, but the dolphin didn't die until today, and even the blood never dried up.

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He knew what was going on.

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

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

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Because they do this to make the dolphin meat softer, fresher and more delicious.

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It's disgusting to say.

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Except for perverts, no one thinks that way.

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Trapped in a fishing net, the young dolphin spent a whole night in despair and panic, before being killed by someone the next day.

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The fisherman blew another loud whistle, sharp and harsh.

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Standing dozens of meters away, Richard could hear his laughter, as did the other fishing boats nearby.

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In front of Richard and others, the fisherman picked up a long knife and cut it at the dolphin's throat.

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Perhaps the knife was too dull, or the dolphin's skin was really too tough. The knife did not cut off the dolphin's head quickly, but cut through the flesh little by little like a dull knife.

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When the entire dolphin head was cut off, the fisherman slid his left thumb across his neck and laughed wantonly.

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

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"Fuck!"

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

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

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The words popped 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!"

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"He is encouraging us, persecuting us, as long as they do something, they can expel us!"

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

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Richard was almost roaring, he closed his eyes in pain, and firmly grasped Mandy's large pen with his five fingers, almost embedded in it, pinched bruising.

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It's hard to imagine that an old man has such a strong hand.

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Pain and growls calmed Mandy, who was dazzled by anger.

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

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

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From the moment he set foot on this land, Richard has always warned himself not to be charged for trumped-up charges.

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But these people always want to find trumped-up charges to bring them out of the game.

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"fuckfuckfuck!"

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Mandy kicked the stone with one foot, and the stone half of the manuscript was kicked into the sea.

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He didn't even dare to lift the railing openly, for fear of being arrested for damaging public property.

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

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Seemingly seeing an opportunity, a few "pedestrians" approached. One of them was wearing a red shirt with short sleeves, holding a camera in his hand and shouting at Richard and the others.

"private

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property! "

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"private

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property! "

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"Private domain!"

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He seemed to only speak this word, his face was almost pressed against Richard's face, and his thick nostrils blew, constantly stimulating Richard's nerves.

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But the camera in his hand always reminds Richard and the others of the real purpose of these guys.

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"Hey tui!"

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A mouthful of thick phlegm was spat on Mandy's shoe, and this old phlegm almost burst Mandy's cerebral blood vessels.

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But he endured it.

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Seeing that Richard and the others could endure so much, the fishermen on the fishing boat yelled a few times and drove the boat away.

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Seeing that more and more people gathered around, some of them were still holding baseball bats and were suspected to be members of the club. Keke did not want to repeat the mistakes of the first time he came to Japan, so he comforted: "Let's go, let's go!"

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Suddenly there was a thunderstorm in the sky.

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Richard looked up at the sky, and he didn't know when the dark clouds had already covered him. A drop of rain fell into his eye socket with precision, but Richard didn't even blink.

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It has been sunny for many days, and finally ushered in a heavy rain today.

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

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It was a downpour.

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So big that I can no longer hear scolding.

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"Let's go."

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Richard seemed to have suddenly lost his energy.

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At night, Richard sat in the room with people sitting cross-legged around him, from Jarret to Mandy, to Keke, and even... Bi Fang.

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Mandy and Bi Fang said that Richard was not in a good state today, and Bi Fang could only put aside the matter of Berson and came over on purpose.

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After pondering for a while, Richard asked, "What are we doing, is it really useful?"

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"If it's useless, why did you come in the first place?" Bi Fang was the first to ask back.

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

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Said that whaling has been condemned every year, but still go its own way, is a documentary useful?

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

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Everyone present was startled, so you were asked to come?

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Several people quickly stopped Bi Fang. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

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

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"What?" Bi Fang asked back, "Do you expect me to use my 20 years of life experience to enlighten an old man in his fifties?"

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"I only hunt and survive, and a magnificent adventure is my pursuit."

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"To make a good documentary is what Jarrett and Mund seek."

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"Saving dolphins is Richard's pursuit."

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

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"But why must all roads be the most suitable and quickest?"

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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?

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

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Bi Fang didn't think the matter was that complicated. There was no result from Berson's side, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department didn't know if it had found anything.

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He is very busy.

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"As long as something is done, it will have an effect. I personally think it is a false proposition. I worry that it just doesn't meet the psychological expectations."

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"So, I'm not participating in the discussion."

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