Somewhere in the South Pacific, there is a mysterious sea area.

This sea area is covered by thick clouds all year round, and the climate is fickle. It does not intersect with any air or sea route in the world, and even federal observation satellites cannot see this place clearly.

Of course, no one is interested in such a place that is already "nothing", because in all the records known to mankind, there has always been an empty sea.

But in fact...yes, you should have guessed... there is indeed something there.

After all, from a literary perspective, if there is nothing there, my above mentioned nonsense is all functional nonsense.

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2219, at some time, in a certain place.

"Hey, wake up, are you still alive?"

This unpolite call and the pain caused by gently patting the face with a slap, woke an uncle who looked nearly fifty years old from his sleep.

"Hmm? Ah?" The uncle was completely confused when he woke up. He instinctively supported the black-framed glasses that had fallen to the bottom of his nose, frowned and narrowed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a sturdy figure came into his sight.

"Are you injured? Can you speak?" The strong man saw the uncle open his eyes and asked two questions first.

"Uh... OK... It seems that he is not injured." The uncle answered the other party dullly. During this process, the uncle's gaze slowly moved behind the other party, and saw the situation around him clearly.

He found that he was in a jungle at this time, with solid mud under his feet and tall and dense forests above his head. Looking into the distance, he could only see the scenery a few meters away at most, because no matter how far he was, he was blocked by trees and vegetation. When looking closer, he could see that at this moment, eight people had gathered in this small open space in the forest, including himself.

"Okay... everyone is awake now." Before the uncle can fully recover, the strong man stood up, turned around, spread his hands, "How about getting to know each other first?"

Obviously, before the uncle woke up, the other seven people had already communicated. Judging from the words of the strong man and the expressions of the people around him, these people should not know each other, and they all looked like they had just woken up.

"Then you come first." Before the strong man finished speaking, a young man squatting on the uncle's right hand answered.

At that moment, everyone looked at him, some turned their heads and stared at him, some glanced at him, and some turned around and stared at him.

"Hmph...yes." The strong man was the kind of staring at him. "My name is Jamal Chavez, thirty years old, he is a professional fighter." After that, he said directly to the young man, "Where are you?"

For some reason, the young man let out a long sigh, looked very tired, paused for a few seconds before he responded slowly: "Yan Wushang, how many years younger than you, a mercenary."

After he finished speaking, everyone fell into an awkward silence again.

"That..." A few seconds later, the uncle spoke and broke the awkward atmosphere. "My name is He Huai, forty-eight years old, and he is a civil servant."

When He Huai said this, he raised his hand politely like a student in class, and while speaking, he stretched his neck forward slightly and nodded his head slightly. This was a habitual movement, which showed that he often nodded and bowed and agreed to others, while he himself would just say anything and ask for instructions.

"Daniel West, thirty-six years old, stylist." Perhaps because Uncle He Huai made a connection, after he finished speaking, Daniel on his left hand continued.

In this way, the eight people introduced themselves one by one in this clockwise order.

Their situation is roughly as follows:

Jamal Chavez: Latino men, with a buzz cut, have a common "thug face" in movies. Of course, it may also be because these fighting people often have to put on murderous expressions to enhance their momentum. Over time, they become like this... They are about 1.95 meters tall and strong, and they only wear a white vest on their upper body, so the muscles and large tattoos on their arms are obvious at a glance.

Yan Wushang: Asian male, about 1.8 meters tall. Although he is wearing a long-sleeved jacket and trousers, he can see from his face and body outline that his body shape is also muscular, but he is not as burly as Jamal.

Yan Wushang's hairstyle is very interesting. It's short, but it's very... very messy. From the professional perspective of stylist Daniel, this guy's hair is definitely not made in a barber shop, nor even cut with scissors. Combined with the uneven stubble on Yan Wushang's chin, it's basically certain that his hair and beard have been trimmed with daggers or machetes for at least the past few months.

He Huai: Asian, generally speaking, he is an ordinary uncle who can be seen everywhere on buses or subways. He is wearing a cheap suit and a white shirt, and a belt that looks like a fake brand. He is thin and has no muscles. He looks like he is weak and can't help but feel weak. His eyes under the black-framed glasses have obvious dark circles, and the expressions and eyes on his face are all showing the eight words "no opinion" and "forced calmness".

Daniel West: White male, he said he was thirty-six, but everyone else present felt that he said he was at least five years younger. I don’t know if there are any unspoken rules in the fashion circle. Many male stylists or fashion designers even straight men like to make themselves GAY-angry, and Daniel gives people the same feeling.

Although Daniel did not specifically declare his sexual orientation when introducing himself, the pink tight long-sleeved T-shirt paired with a straight and slender, tailored trousers, and a bright-colored belt that can add a lot of points to his pants have made him gradually distant from the dressing style of ordinary straight men; in addition, he also had a sweater around his shoulders, earrings on one side, bald head... This series of characteristics made people's first impression of him was on the detour.

In terms of body shape, he is also 1.85 meters tall. The muscle profile under his tights shows that he is in fitness, but his abdomen is not flat. Overall, his figure is a bit subtle.

Kunny: The Asian woman who calls herself "Kunny" has no word "kunny" at all, but she insists that this is her name. If someone asks her what the name is used on her citizen ID, she will definitely turn against her immediately.

Kunny said that she just turned 20 this year and is a model, anchor, singer, internet celebrity, coser, actor and other professions, but unfortunately no one has heard of her... In terms of image, she is indeed fair-skinned and beautiful, with big breasts and thin waists. Her short-sleeved T-shirt and hot pants with a low collar also show her illogical figure to the fullest. In addition, she also has a long light blonde hair with excellent texture, and exudes a different high-end fragrance from head to toe.

There is no doubt that this is a very "fake" woman, from her name to her age, from her heart to her body, is full of falsehood and vanity; her exaggeration and self-objection are undoubtedly inferior and distorted, but this does not prevent her from maintaining a sense of arrogance and an ambiguity that can be used at any time in front of those men who are attracted by the deep grooves and white thighs on her chest.

After all, people who materialize themselves to the extreme and look superficial are actually self-aware, and most of them are not stupid; they are very clear about what they are doing, they are also very clear about what they need to pay and what they can get.

Gent Wynbor: A white man, less than 1.8 meters tall, calls himself a college student; he did not specifically mention his age, but he looks real and is around 20 years old. He has a medium figure and is quite handsome. His sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers look very ordinary.

Kunte spoke in a tone of neither humility nor arrogant, and he also maintained a certain degree of alertness to the people around him. Overall, his reaction was the least distinctive and normal of the eight people.

Mel Pinto: Indian woman, who is over 1.6 meters tall, is actually quite beautiful, but she looks inconspicuous in comparison with Kunny's more extreme appearance and figure. She said that she is 25 years old this year and is a chef. She looks very low-key in terms of her words and demeanor, and even her voice is light.

Ran Xiangtian: Black men (in this era, it is normal for people outside of Asians to have names composed of three Chinese characters "Ran Xiangtian", which is similar to Jamal's height, but his figure is more sporty, and his muscles are not the type that focuses on explosive power, but rather on endurance.

Ran Xiangtian is 41 years old this year and is a wild survival expert. After he introduced himself, several people remembered that they had seen him on certain TV or online programs. It seems... he is at least famous than Kunny.

Among these eight people, only Ran Xiangtian's identity is recognized by everyone, and the others... have more or less doubts about the information they reveal to each other.

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"So..." After everyone had finished introducing themselves, Jamal spoke again and began to lead the conversation, "...Does anyone know where this is? Or do you remember how he came here?"

"You talk first." Yan Wushang said this at the right time after the other party asked a question.

Jamal was a little annoyed by him, but he still suppressed his attack and replied, "The last thing I remember was that I went to a bar to drink after the game. I shouldn't be drunk, but I don't know when it will be broken..."

Yan Wushang did not wait for the other party to ask again this time, and then continued, "It's similar to me. I was fighting with someone in a bar. I lost consciousness when I woke up and got here."

"What bar? Who is the one who hits you?" Jamal asked immediately.

"A small bar in Detroit has no name, and I don't know the person who hit me." Yan Wushang replied casually, "The place where you drank with you shouldn't be the same, right?"

"Tsk..." Jamal spat, looking a little disappointed, because the information provided by Yan Wushang was basically useless.

"What about the others?" A few seconds later, Jamal turned to scan the other six people, and then asked, "Does anyone have any clues about the current situation?"

Before the third person could tell what he had last remembered, Ran Xiangtian continued: "Before answering this question, I want to ask first..." He paused and looked at Jamal with a slightly hostile gaze, "Why do we keep answering the questions you asked? When did you become the boss here?"

Before Jamal finished listening to this sentence, he sneered: "Hmph... I just saw that no one was willing to stand up and preside over the situation just now, so I stood up. If you want to take over, that's fine, just come out and ask."

This is said, as if Ran Xiangtian jumped out to "seize power", but in fact no one gave him any power at all.

However, Ran Xiangtian was still brought into this logic and continued smoothly: "Everyone is a civilized person. Whoever has the final say should be voted on by everyone, rather than by whom he stands up first, or simply by the two largest people."

"Is that?" Jamal still sneered, "Ha, okay..." He still stood in the middle of the crowd without moving, and opened his arms and said, "Then let's vote. I nominate myself, who else wants to choose?"

When he asked this question, he looked left and right, and finally stopped his gaze on Ran Xiangtian's face.

Everyone looked at each other, lowered their heads and said nothing, looked alert, and laughed a little; more than ten seconds later, only Ran Xiangtian stood up and stood in front of Jamal.

"Okay, then if you want to choose this survival expert as the leader, please raise your hand." After the other party stood still, Jamal took two steps back and said to the people around him.

As a result, no one raised his hand.

This is also expected.

After all, these eight people are just sharing their names and occupations. Not to mention whether the information is true or false, even if it is true, in this unfamiliar environment, if they suddenly raise their hands to vote like this, everyone will hesitate... Because as long as you raise your hands, you will offend people, and you don’t know much about the person you choose, so the best way is to not choose either side and wait for them to tear them down.

"Hmph..." Seeing that no one raised his hand, Jamal continued, "Then, there are zero votes for survival experts." He paused and said, "The one who chose me as the leader raised his hand..." Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he raised his hand himself.

"What do you mean?" Ran Xiangtian asked as he looked at him and frowned.

"Just just now you said 'Everyone should vote for it', right?" Jamal replied proudly, "You and I are naturally included in 'Everyone'. Are you not human?" Although it was a sophistry, he said it with confidence, and it did make some sense. "Who can you blame if you didn't choose yourself just now?"

Ran Xiangtian was speechless by his words, and looked around again and found that none of the others wanted to get up to speak for him. Several even showed a look of approving Jamal's words.

So, Ran Xiangtian could only suffer the silence... He glared at Jamal with a provocative look, nodded a few times in disappointment, muttering in his mouth: "Okay, you're cruel." Then he sat down again.

"Since everyone has agreed that I will preside over the situation for the time being, I hope you can cooperate well." Jamal did not give everyone too much time to reminisce and think about all this in front of him, and immediately started to lead the conversation again.

In fact, he was quite grateful to Ran Xiangtian. It was because of that guy's appearance that he consolidated the concept of "he is the leader among this group of people".

But in fact, except for him and Ran Xiangtian, no one has ever made a proposal like "there should be a leader."

In other words, these eight people were originally "anarchical" in equality, but after such a fuss, Jamal, an existence like a "legal government", went online.

"Let's do it in the order just now." Jamal then approached the weakest Uncle He Huai and said with the flow, "Brother He, right? Do you have any clues?"

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About ten minutes later, the group of people communicated about what they remembered last time.

No one knows where this place is and how he came from, and the last thing they remember is not a clue: He Huai's last memory is dozing off in the office, Daniel is doing a spa, Kunny and Mel both said they were sleeping at home, and Kunte was sleeping in the dormitory; only Ran Xiangtian was a little special, and he told Jamal in a not-too-polite tone that the last thing he remembered was to warm up in the gym, and then suddenly someone tugged his neck from behind with a syringe... Unfortunately, although he knew that he was caught by someone, he still had no idea of ​​the appearance of the perpetrator, let alone the number and motivation of the other party.

Jamal thought about it and felt that continuing to ask these people's privacy might not help to clarify the current situation. Moreover, it is not appropriate to ask immediately. They have to wait until they get more familiar with each other before they can further investigate. Otherwise, even if they ask, they will probably get false information. Therefore, he temporarily stopped collecting information and suggested that everyone start exploring together.

At this time, he and Ran Xiangtian had another disagreement: Jamal believed that everyone should act together, while Ran Xiangtian said that they should act in groups to expand the scope of reconnaissance.

In this matter, Ran Xiangtian is undoubtedly more authoritative. If you think about it, you can understand that his method is better, so most people support Ran Xiangtian's plan.

So Jamal also made a concession, but he immediately forcibly arranged the group as the leader: eight people were divided into three groups, the first group was Jamal and Kunny, the second group was Ran Xiangtian, Yan Wushang and He Huai, and the third group was Daniel, Kunte and Mel.

Jamal claimed that his grouping was distributed equally based on the physical fitness of the members. At first glance, it seemed to be correct, but in fact anyone could see that... he just wanted to be alone with the beauty, "build a good relationship", and then threw the "thorn head" Yan Wushang and the useless He Huai to Ran Xiangtian, who was threatening his leadership position. In the end, the remaining three people were casual.

Although Ran Xiangtian had some complaints about the grouping, because Kunny said it was okay to split like this and the others had no objection, he had to give up.

Obviously, Kunny... also wants to have a good relationship with Jamal.

Of course she didn't like this man, she just understood that, and used Jamal, could help her get a lot of benefits.

Under the law of the jungle, everyone has their own unique advantageous resources. How to make good use of these resources to strive for the greatest benefit can reflect whether the person's survival strategy is clever.

At least for now, it seems that the voice and dominance among this group of people are basically on Jamal's side, so it is right to have a good relationship with him.

In this way, after arguing with the marks along the way and the place to meet, the three groups of people explored the unknown dense forest in three directions...
Chapter completed!