1492: Chapter 718: Let’s Make a Bet 1492: Chapter 718: Let’s Make a Bet If Japan and Arica knew the reason behind the mysterious disappearances, then soone who started to zone out in a small courtyard in so city on Earth because his wife wasn’t around, should be trembling with fear.
However, there’s no helping it.
It’s their fault for not succeeding in their cultural invasion, never managing to get that girl from Sancha River village to embrace so ‘open-minded’ ideas!
There are too many places in the world where justice is nonexistent.
When the Japanese drove their troops to rampage through China, killing and looting, who could China turn to for reason?
Only thanks to those ancestors who shed blood and sacrificed their lives is there peace and prosperity today.
Arica doesn’t think twice about bombing when they spot sothing they want in soone’s backyard, never bothering with the hoowners’ feelings.
There’s simply not much reason to everything in the world.
So when Boss Yan feels bored, getting an aircraft carrier to alleviate it, picking up so airplanes as toys, writing a docuntary novel when he’s got nothing better to do, or ambling around picking up ‘junk,’ doesn’t need any justification.
As long as it makes him happy, why bother with anything else!
Like a popular line from a movie he saw: “if you can, fight !”
Boss Yan wasn’t thinking about strolling around yet.
After staying in the yard for a while, he went up to the aircraft carrier, ready to try playing with a fighter jet—since the helicopter explosion yesterday also damaged several other aircraft, though he managed to save No.1 Coolie and salvage so dignity, he still felt it damaged his glorious image, so he decided to play with the fighter jets directly!
Only a few guards left on the aircraft carrier, he unapologetically shifted the whole carrier to the side of a small island.
Sa old pattern, pulled out a person who knew how to pilot a fighter jet, and prepared to let him teach how to operate it, then try piloting himself.
But this pilot turned out to be quite stubborn, probably feeling confident enough because he thought he was still on the aircraft carrier’s deck.
So, facing the big devil, he even tried to resist.
He had no idea that the big devil was in an extrely ’empty, lonely, and cold’ mood, and in such a state, even the most rational person could be short-tempered.
So his resistance only invited the big devil’s fury.
A few minutes later, all the remaining crew on the carrier were hauled onto the deck, and then the big devil brought a large iron anchor, tied up the resistant pilot, and prepared to throw him into the sea.
Before throwing, Boss Yan’s anger suddenly dissipated, turned around cheerfully, and shouted to the few guards who were either furious or pale, “Let’s bet!
What do you think I’ll catch this ti, Pliosaurus or Mosasaur?
Guess right and get a prize, guess wrong and next ti you’ll be the bait, how about that?
If you don’t teach how to fly, then I can only go fishing.
“Death struggle pft death struggle pft…” Before anyone else could respond, the previously heroic pilot cried out.
Fishing is a leisurely activity, but if you’re used as ‘bait,’ and all the fish are monsters, probably few people would still like fishing—it’s possible to choose a more appropriate thod to die, being eaten by monsters is certainly not a good choice.
“What death struggle?
You willing to teach now?” Yan Fei’s mischievous side kicked in.
“But I don’t want to learn anymore.
Forgot to tell you, do you know why your carrier ca here?
Do you know how I knew you could fly a plane?
Let tell you!
I brought the carrier here, and I’ve been watching you all along, writing a novel based on your experiences.
Regretting it now, Christopher?”
“Curious how I knew your na?
I chose you because you seed rational.
Not to hide from you, your habit of keeping a diary is comndable; I understand you well and think you’re a capable pilot.
Didn’t you write in your diary, thinking you might have encountered the legendary big devil?
Well, if there’s no one else like , then I must be the big devil.”
“But rest assured, I’m not planning to destroy humanity’s planet.
Compared to destruction, I prefer doing sothing aningful.
Like writing a sci-fi novel about traveling through ti and space based on your experiences.
Forgot to tell you, the biggest news on the human society’s internet now is about your mysterious disappearance from a Japanese air base.”
“Now here cos the question, guess who caused this mysterious disappearance?
Hint, I just learned to fly a helicopter today, although it exploded after…
less than an hour.”
Indeed, less than an hour.
Seeing a bunch of people in stunned silence, Yan Fei finally felt a bit better, couldn’t help adding, “Another hint, my new novel I’m planning is called ‘Wandering Diary of a Deserted Island.'”
Those guards were dumbfounded well enough; they had imagined tens of thousands of possibilities for ti travel, but never thought their own carrier would suddenly shift ti and space to co here, all deliberately engineered—even if Christopher had written about the big devil in his diary, it was only in the most desperate monts just after entering the dinosaur world.
Even less did they expect, after so many days of experiencing panic, depression, and finally rallying to build a new world—that all their experiences were but material for soone else’s novel!
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