Chapter 705

The sizzling meat intestines smoked and roasted by charcoal fire are covered with oil flowers, and the barbecue on one side also changes color under the action of temperature.

The waves crashed on the side of the yacht, and thousands of tons of ships were quietly moored in the clear shallow waters of the South Pacific in the sea breeze.

"Sure enough, it's better to have money!" Fisher, dressed in his Hawaiian style big flower underpants, sat at the stern of the boat and watched the sea fishing rod in front of him rise and fall in the water. Beside him were Prescott and Abu. The two dogs had looked forward to fisher fishing some delicious and fun for them.

But the result was obvious. Diana's steak, lobster and black forest sausage had been roasted, but Fisher still got nothing.

"Your big tuna hasn't been caught yet?"

"I'll catch it! Kate, I'll show you what a real fishing master is! "

"Really, I'm looking forward to it!" Kate, wearing a black bikini, took the plate with a smile, then leaned against the railing behind Fisher and began to eat loudly.

Diana, who was distressed by giegiegie, specially installed one for him and brought it. The wonder woman was wearing a purple swimsuit and the vest line on her lower abdomen made people want to touch it.

But Fisher was still very stubborn. He didn't eat the delicious roast. The two dogs couldn't help sobbing and were stared back by him.

This was a very ordinary vacation time. The idle and boring Fisher came all the way to the South Pacific with his wings and service team, ready to feel the beautiful equatorial scenery and look at the island and sea in front of him. Fisher, a senior fisherman, couldn't help taking out the vibrating gold fishing rod he had customized at a high price, although he didn't use it once after he got it.

Fisher, who vowed to give everyone a seafood dinner in the evening, began his air force trip. The yacht stopped here all morning. He didn't catch a shrimp. Price swam around the sea and a crab hung back from his tail.

The women who couldn't wait for Fisher's seafood dinner didn't let the cook do it, but set up BBQ on the back deck.

Until nightfall, Fisher's harvest was still empty. Fisher, who couldn't save face, simply asked the bodyguard to pick up a rocket launcher from the arsenal.

"The high explosive warhead is installed!"

Because the bodyguard who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh said with a straight face.

So with a bang, a group of innocent fish passed by with the splash of water.

"Come on, pick it up!" After throwing the rocket launcher to the bodyguard, Fisher carried a large net and salvaged the fish that had died innocently under the fire of atlas.

"Take it to the kitchen. This is my dinner!"

An hour later, a pot of smoke and a smell of fish was sent to make complaints about the cheesy chef. The Fat Chef began to vomit when he saw Fisher.

Why should Fisher insult him with such inferior ingredients when he spent so much money to hire him as a cook.

"One kilo of fish and three kilos of shrapnel, can you still eat it?"

Fisher could only laugh and cry about it. He said that he fished and ate the fish himself. Just do it.

And the chef can only nod his head and say a word before leaving.

"Boss, it's illegal to fry fish in our hometown! And electric fish! "

"Well, by the way, go and cook me a bowl of plain seafood noodles!"

Because the smoke fish soup was too difficult to swallow, Fisher had to ask the kitchen to make himself a bowl of seafood soup with only three lobsters and six abalone.

"I'll fish later. I'm a dog!" Fisher, who wanted to pout his vibrating goldfish pole in half, walked around the deck with a toothpick and looked at the lights on the distant shore. He just felt refreshed.

"This is a perfect life!"

Fisher couldn't help thinking of his busy time. At that time, he didn't know what he was doing all day, but he was busy. Now, living on a yacht, eating seafood and living the life of an American, it was really a win.

"What do you think?"

Diana, who was swimming at night, put her head out of the water and looked at Fisher with a smile.

"Just sigh, I used to think my goals seemed too tall, but now I suddenly look back and find that those goals have been left behind by me!"

"I see. You're busy now!"

"That's not me, atlas. I'm invincible now!"

"Didn't you say that this kind of flag should be inserted less at ordinary times?"

"It depends on the time. Now the world is peaceful. There are no evil aliens to invade and no super villains to threaten to rule the world. What's the matter with me?"

"That might be slapped in the face!"

"I think you want to be beaten by me!"

It was said that if he knew that disorderly flag planting would really pay off, Fisher would certainly control his mouth. Just the next morning, when he was going to have a happy seafood porridge on the shore, a very bad news suddenly came from Africa.

"What is death from illness? You explain to me that an 80 year old African man is still a king. How can he die of illness? "

Fisher had never expected that Wakanda's old king TAC TAC suddenly dropped his hand. According to Wakanda's message, the old king was due to diabetes caused by obesity and the outbreak of many complications.

Later, Atlas military doctor also made the same diagnosis and treatment judgment, which is a bit of a blow to the face of vakanda's first high-level medical technology on earth.

You know, the death of the old king is a big event. He carried out many cooperation between vacanda and atlas, including gold mining, and even some vacanda soldiers serving in the atlas fleet, which made Fisher more suspicious.

But then he had another copy of techaka's recipe and schedule.

"At eight o'clock in the morning, honey bear paws, apple roast chicken, and matsutake goose liver?"

Looking at each other's eight meals a day and all kinds of snacks, Fisher suddenly felt that the old king was walking fairly normally. After all, he was 70 or 80 people. He still had a high intake of sugar and oil every day. He didn't even have any big activities. Even if he took a walk around the Royal Garden, he would be finished. When he saw each other last time, he had more than 200 kilograms.

"First send a message of condolence in my name, and then make sure that there is no mistake in tchala's succession ceremony! Especially in China, there can be no chaos. The vakanda defense force must be controlled by tchala! "

Although vakanda was not like an African country in his life, Fisher was a little flustered at the thought of the strange matching mechanism of the African region.