MTL - Psychological Control-Chapter 41

In contrast to the power tribe, the smart tribe is extraordinary. And wit arranged for Rhett to answer the questions. But each tribe must have one or two pests.

Although Selina and Fanny were not behind on the single-wood bridge, and the problem solving was completed as soon as possible, but the poker master Hanson fell back and forth on the rope bridge nearly ten times because of his poor motor nerves. In the end they only got second place.

So Zhongyong will not be too useless and beautiful tribe, once again turned into a dark horse, and won the first prize. Harpoons, fishing nets, fishing rods, baits, and even some diving gear. The wisdom tribe who won the second place only got two fishing rods and no other.

"Yeah !!! You can have a big meal in the future!" When the heartless and heartless Austin left the scene, he held our prizes and walked in front of them.

Although this behavior is brainless, it is easy to make enemies. But now it has effectively and effectively dealt with the aspirations of others, so it doesn't hurt me anyway, so I raised my hands in favor.

After returning to the camp, Mario took out the fishing gear in the reward and began to distribute. After the prize game, there are still three hours until dark. If we go fishing now, maybe we can eat meat at night.

"Which one do you use?" He looked at me and Austin in distress with his harpoon in one hand and the fishing rod in his other hand. "We have a boat. Two people can go fishing and one go to the sea. But my swimming skills are not very good. Only fishing can be seen."

Austin waved awkwardly: "I'm basically a dry duck, and I can't do anything except dog climbing."

"Then let me." I said simply. After speaking, I picked up the metal harpoon with a motorized handle and the diving goggles, and turned to find my own swimming trunks.

In fact, I don't have much confidence in my swimming skills. In the last life, I often went to the gym to swim with my friends. He even learned the standard swimming methods of various swimming styles. But after becoming Bryan, even in Miami near the sea, I have never been to the beach once. In other words, this body is probably no stranger to swimming.

But in that situation Mario shrugged off, and Austin said no, and it was my turn. If even I refused, the picture of the show would not look so good. The three men shied away, only to make the audience feel that the beautiful tribe is very useless.

Out of politeness, I walked into the bushes where the three girls were out of sight and changed into clothes. When he stepped out, only Austin was waiting there with a fishing rod. It seemed that Mario had taken the boat with him.

"Ah, usually you never take off your shirt. I didn't expect such a figure!" Austin looked at me up and down after seeing my tight black boxer shorts coming out.

"After all, my side job is a model, Austin." I responded with a smile and joked. Hang the snorkeling goggles around your neck, holding the harpoon in your hand, bend over and lift up the delivered duck shoes. "Let's go, is Mario ready on the boat?"

I noticed that a photographer wearing a diving suit joined the team that followed us, and the camera on his hand was replaced with a waterproof device. My guess was indeed correct. When the beautiful tribe got the fishing gear, it was estimated that the show crew had already begun preparations.

No matter what type of reality show, the indispensable element is eyesdy. And the beautiful tribe? The entire tribe can be called eyesdy, so whatever the last person decides to go fishing, it is enough to meet their shooting requirements.

What is more beautiful than taking a picture of a mermaid like a man under the bright and clear water?

The sea breeze was very strong, and it took almost no effort from us. Soon, it was carrying a five-person boat including two photographers, and was pushed back to the shore 50 meters away by the echo current. The water was already deep at this time, and I could clearly see the fishes flowing in the ocean floor, as well as the colorful coral reefs on the ocean floor.

"There are schools of fish below, and now there should be a good harvest." I saw that the position was almost the same, so I decided to speak. "We can anchor here." Although the schools of fish floating on the sea floor are too small, it must be a thorn to deal with a harpoon. But coral reefs don't just look beautiful. There are plenty of shellfish and lurking predators in the corals.

As I spoke, the cameraless man finally turned his lens at me. Although Austin couldn't help expressing his excitement in front of the camera along the way, and the atmosphere was indeed activated by him, I think the possibility that those words will eventually be included in the show is very small.

Let's say something practical. "Do you want to try a fishing net?" Mario obviously knew this, so he finally said after I spoke.

"Forget it, it ’s difficult for unskilled people to catch anything with fishing nets. Anyway, we have fishing bait, but it is better to use fishing rods." I shook my head and pulled the diving goggles around my neck to the head. "I'll go into the water and see if I can gain anything."

Seeing that I was putting on duck shoes, another photographer with a waterproof camera also put on a diving goggle. Unlike me, he wore a complete wetsuit and even an oxygen tank. Then he took the lead in launching.

With the breathing goggles in the goggles in my mouth, I held the harpoon in one hand and made a thumbs-up gesture towards Mario and Austin. Then I sat down beside the boat and fell back into the water in a very natural and skilled posture.

I want to make sure that the posture of falling into the water will present a beautiful curve of the body in front of the camera, not an awkward and strange movement. But actually I was holding my breath nervously all the time, just to avoid stagnation.

After entering the water, the familiar water pressure wrapped me around. I curled up, rolled my feet halfway forward, flicked water, and dived down. The line of sight in the water is actually farther than the distance the eyes look, and you need to take this into consideration when fishing with a harpoon. Only if the distance is more than twenty centimeters can the harpoon not be inserted.

Under the camera of the underwater photographer, I did not immediately bury my head and looked for it. Instead, I took him around the underwater coral reef as if patrolling. With the light from the corner of my eye, I carefully watched the photographer's shooting angle and the light falling from the sea.

After editing some movies, the post-editing pictures will be extremely beautiful and unforgettable. But if you haven't edited the original film, it will be disappointing to put it all together. And I want to make this underwater shooting only one word to describe. Perfect.

In the water, it still shakes like a flame with the flow of water, and it looks like translucent gold under the sun on the sea floor. I will never use the breaststroke, the leg movements of freestyle is the best choice. My feet in duckshoes patted and slept, and sometimes my feet swayed like fishtails.

But among survivors, beauty is not all. Only by really catching the fish can I keep myself from becoming a joke. This is the biggest challenge.

Schools of fish attracted by bait near the boat, the fish inside are too small, my target is the big guy hidden in the coral. I stood upright in the water and examined the water under my feet.

Then I saw my target. It was a barracuda, and the gorgeous, reflective silver fish scales in the sun caught my eye. Although it swims very low and clings to the sand on the bottom of the sea, this fish, which is nearly half the length of my arm, is very conspicuous.

I turned my head and compared the distance with the videographer and kept quiet gestures. Then turned over and dived down again. I'm bound to get this fish.

Because our shooting island is an uninhabited island, the fish here are not too dangerous for humans who have never seen it before. Until I got close to it, the fish was still swimming indifferently.

Within one foot, using my arm length plus the length of the harpoon and the length it would pierce, this is already the distance I can shoot. But for insurance, I still approached within two meters.

Holding the harpoon in one hand, his fingers clasped on the harpoon's motorized device, and slowly forwarded it. Aim at the joint between the fish's head and body, so that even if it turns suddenly or swims forward, I can guarantee that the thorns from the harpoon will stick firmly into it.

The harpoon ejected silently, and then stunned a sea of ​​sand and sand that completely blurred his vision. But I felt the power on the harpoon, the fish was nailed! It's very powerful and constantly struggling. I turned to look at the photographer.

The photographer held the camera motionless and shot without looking excited. I lifted the harpoon with one hand, and when my tip left the blurred sand on the sea floor, I saw the photographer's eyes widened in the diving goggles. Incredible expression.

Obviously he was indifferent before because he obviously didn't think I could catch the big fish for the first time. But where does he know that when he came to the survivors, common sense such as making fires and building shelters was out. What I spend the most time is practicing how to fish with various tools!

With the sound of a splash of water, I jumped out of the water and shook the water on my hair tip. The three men in front of me, including the photographer, looked at me inside and out.

"What's wrong?" I raised my harpoon with a fish in my hand, and this bitch, a well-breeding barracuda, was dying and struggling. "Austin, take the harpoon up and get the fish down before returning me." 2k novel reading network