Peerless Bodyguard of a Stunning Beauty

Chapter 491 452: The Cannibals are Just Extras in Disguise

As the motorcycle and car approached the tribe, they stopped, killing the engines and the lights. Three people emerged from the car, joining the man on the motorcycle for a total of four. They sat quietly on the ground, smoking and talking.

Driven by curiosity, the assistant circled around from a distance and crept up behind them. He lay on the ground, quietly eavesdropping.

The four men were distinctive. The man on the motorcycle was tall and handsome, while the three men who got out of the car were fat, short, and skinny, respectively.

The man on the motorcycle took a drag from his cigarette and laughed. "I can't believe it," he said to the fat, short, and skinny men. "That so-called super bodyguard, Zhao Rong, is smart his whole life only to be a fool for a moment..."

"This act we put on was brilliant," the short man said, taking a sip of beer. "That fool Zhao Rong completely fell for it."

"Now that Zhao Rong and his group have taken the bait, it's time for us to cash in and end this show," the fat man said, chewing on a pig's trotter.

Hiding in the bushes, the assistant listened for a long time but couldn't make heads or tails of it. Could it be, he wondered, that these cannibals were just a bunch of extras these four guys hired from the labor market? But if these primitives are extras, then where did the Neanderthals come from?

Unable to figure it out, the assistant continued to listen intently.

The motorcycle man finished his cigarette and then lit a cigar. "I didn't expect our Murder Island to turn out to be quite the convincing production," he said with a puff.

"And those dinosaurs you made were perfect," the short man said, having finished his beer and moved on to hard liquor. "They looked so real, they had Zhao Rong and his people running in circles."

"That decision to hire an American special effects team to make the dinosaurs was definitely the right one," the fat man chimed in, having finished the pig's trotters and started on some sheep's trotters. "The ones those Yanks made were so damn lifelike."

"Looks like those Yanks were right to use chicken and duck meat," the motorcycle man said with a hearty laugh. "Because Zhao Rong and his friends actually ate one!"

When the assistant heard that the dinosaurs they had encountered in the rainforest had just been assembled from chicken and duck meat by an American SFX team, he was utterly stupefied. No wonder, he thought, picking at his teeth, that grilled dinosaur tasted so much like chicken and duck. They really were made of chicken and duck by those Americans...

His initial shock, however, gave way to a new confusion. How could the Americans use chicken and duck meat to create such flawless, identical-looking dinosaurs?

Just as the assistant was racking his brain, the motorcycle man, after finishing his cigar, lit up a slim ladies' cigarette. "American tech really is something else," he said, exhaling. "They extracted a tiny bit of dinosaur DNA from a fossilized dinosaur egg. Then they combined it with chicken and duck meat to clone a perfect dinosaur. Truly impressive..."

The assistant finally understood. So that's how they did it. The dinosaurs looked so realistic because the American team cloned them using DNA from a fossilized egg and then just used chicken and duck meat as filler. That's what created the illusion...

But after solving that puzzle, a new one popped into his head. Where did they get the Neanderthals? Their faces and heights... there's no way ordinary extras could pull that off.

At that moment, the short man, having finished his liquor, started sipping red wine. "Hiring extras to play the primitives barely cost anything," he said. "But hiring that South Korean makeup team to transform those tall, skinny Africans we found... now *that* cost us a pretty penny."

The assistant instantly got it. The strange-looking, incredibly tall Neanderthals were actually tall, skinny Africans transformed by a Korean makeup team.

The assistant sucked in a sharp breath. Damn it all, he thought. The devil is always one step ahead. Who would've thought these four could be so devious? To stage such an elaborate hoax, mixing the real with the fake...

Still fuming, the assistant puzzled over another nagging question. Okay, so the primitives, Neanderthals, and dinosaurs can all be faked. But what about the storm our yacht hit at sea? How did they create that? It couldn't have been special effects from the Americans or the Koreans, right? That's impossible.

Just as he was lost in thought, the skinny man, having moved on from sheep's trotters to a pork knuckle, spoke up. "That sea disaster our boss cooked up was just like the real deal..."

"What shipwreck?" the fat man scoffed, drinking his red wine. "That was just the boss buying tens of millions of tons of TNT through illegal channels and planting it on the seabed. When Zhao Rong's yacht passed over the spot, he detonated it. It created an underwater earthquake—a tsunami, basically. That's what flipped their yacht and sent it to the bottom of the ocean."

When the assistant heard that the 'shipwreck' they had experienced was just the bad guys setting off tens of millions of tons of TNT on the seabed to fake a tsunami, he was utterly dumbfounded.

But just as he wrapped his head around that, an even bigger question surfaced. How could Zhao Rong's phone have been wrong? He used a dual GPRS and Beidou positioning system. The phone clearly showed they were on Murder Island. Could a dual-positioning system like that really make a mistake?

While the assistant was still stumped, the biker, having finished the ladies' cigarette, pulled out an old-fashioned tobacco pipe. He coughed loudly as he lit it and spoke. "And it's a good thing our boss rented a GPS and Beidou jammer from some aliens. He used it to interfere with the dual-positioning on Zhao Rong's phone, which is what caused the location data to be wrong."

Hearing that the gang's boss had rented a jammer from aliens, the assistant was so shocked he actually fell over. I can't believe it. The boss of this criminal gang actually knows aliens?

But just as he thought that, another question took its place. Okay, fine, the assistant thought, completely bewildered. Even if the boss knows aliens and rented GPRS and Beidou jammers to mess with Zhao Rong's phone... the time locator that Zhao Rong bought through the Paradise Shopping Cart couldn't be wrong, could it? He used that time locator and found out they were in the Cretaceous period. So what loophole did these crooks exploit to pull off *that* part of the scam?