Fortunately, the hammer grabbed the pole with one hand!

As soon as my knee was soaked in water on one side, my toes were pushed onto the steps with the help of the support rod.

Buck's small body was almost pulled into the water by the hammer's weight!

Magron hugged Buck from behind and pushed his feet on the steel shaped pile with cables tied to the embankment!

What an iron hammer, and his right hand was holding the engine operating rod at the stern of the boat. This is the trick to control this single-propeller boat. The whole body was tightened and the right hand was loosened. The tail of the hull that was fixed to the engine was broken. The entire small diesel engine weighing more than tens of pounds and the propeller behind it was held in his hand. Without saying a word, he waved and smashed it hard towards him!

The joystick was originally welded to the engine and directly controlled the propeller connected to the long pole behind the engine. It was a handmade thing by fishermen in the island. It was similar to the hand-held tractor head when Buck saw when he was a child. In addition to the cylinder head, there was also a red diesel tank. The weight was really not light, but in his hand it was like a plastic toy!

It's really holding a hammer!

But such a thing happened to hit the long tail that hit him with a puff. The thick arm of the hammer numbed out, and the machine head fell off and hit his back. The huge impact force and weight mixed together, causing the iron-killing giant to squirt blood foam from his mouth!

However, this collision happened to knock the hammer to the steps. Buck on the embankment suddenly felt relieved and felt relieved: "It's okay..." His eyes were staring at the tumbling water surface, shocked!

What kind of fish is this?

When he hit the iron lumps of dozens or hundreds of pounds, the fish tail was not feeling well. It swung and disappeared into the water. The other white figures jumped out of the water and hit the water and the remaining wood chips even more violently, scaring the little Maxim so much that he pulled the people on the steps and retreated hard.

It’s clearer now, and it feels like a hairtail. But it’s clearly a hairtail with a length of more than two or three meters?

Is this a gene mutation or something else? Is it really because I ate too many corpses and grew like this?

Magron was suddenly slackened and rolled on the ground. He disappeared with a whim, which scared Buck!

Looking back, I didn't notice at all that just now, there were many large pits of varying depths on the outer edge of this wide concrete dock mixed with gravel!

According to what Buck saw and heard in Eastern Europe, this is clearly the crater that was blown out by an aviation bomb!

Magron fell in without standing firmly and kept him inside. How much explosion would he have?!

On the other side, the terrified little Maxim was grabbing the rifle on his shoulder and was about to shoot at the water. A series of crisp and violent gunshots first echoed over the foggy sea!

The seven people next to the dock were stunned!

Could it be that Cook, who rushed into the shallows, were also attacked by this large silver fish?

But the response from the walkie-talkie made Buck and the others feel incredible: "On the island! Someone is shooting on the island... The helicopter pilot in front and the two of them who were traveling with him have been knocked down on the beach. We can't see clearly the situation on the island, and the shooter probably didn't notice us either! Now we have the cover of the reef beach, and we all hide in the cracks of the reefs!"

Buck and others were really looking at each other. Are there anyone here?

And he shot and killed the rescue workers who came down from the helicopter without asking questions?

Little Maxim, who was originally going to shoot and fish, was wrapped in a hammer and jumped up the steps. Skaya reached out to hold her boyfriend, but looking at the hammer's lively appearance, she probably thought it was scratched: "It's a rifle, a single-shot rifle, but not the shooting sound of the M1 rifle!"

When Buck was not on the island, Tie Hammer and others took the Fishermen Self-Defense Force to find a deserted island to practice shooting all day long. They were already quite sensitive to the shooting sound of the M1 rifle: "The sound is sharper, and the caliber may be smaller."

Buck pressed down Magron, who was pulled up and was about to shoot at the big fish below: "Now no one knows that we are on the island, we sneak up..." Pick up the phone: "Cook, please pay attention to what's going on the front beach and the rocky beach. We touched the pier from the side along the side."

Cook agreed with this tactic: "Once you catch the enemy and restrain the enemy, we will try to charge near the island and attack on both sides. You must be careful to be in the defensive position!"

After all, there were only seven people on Buck's side. In addition to a blonde nurse, he also lost several guns from the sudden fish attack just now. The guns he had been put at the bottom of the ship were knocked over and fell into the water.

But there are two AK rifles out of the four rifles, each with a pistol, and even Skaya is no exception with a beautiful ladies pistol: "I gave it to me by a hammer! I often practice shooting!"

Well, it seems that the method of chasing girls by hammers does need further training.

Buck used a satellite phone to report all the situation here to the side of Yarmolenko. The commander of the Transportation Airlines who heard the news was surprised: "I asked someone to study the history of World War II, so we arranged a reserve team to set off here. It seems that someone was plaguing the so-called death place or helicopter crashes. Could it be the Japanese soldiers remaining in World War II?" I heard of such news, because the Japanese army scattered many troops on islands scattered in the Pacific, requiring each island to cause damage to the landing US troops. Then the Japanese Emperor suddenly announced his surrender. Some fragmented squads hid in the deep mountains of the island and never knew the news. They lived like savages for decades and were still sticking to them... The Japanese are indeed so twisted.

But Buck couldn't believe it: "How many years have passed, almost seventy years have passed! Even if someone survives, he is still an old man in his eighties and nineties. How could it be... There is something strange, you should not disturb the island on the periphery and wait for news from us."

Yarmolenko blesses the boss: "Then be careful."

Buck was indeed careful. Instead of taking action immediately, the seven men pulled out the island map on the flexible tablet on their arm and looked again.

There are always faint clouds floating above this high-definition satellite map that can be found on the public network, making it difficult to notice anything unusual on the small island. The dense reefs around are mixed with hull wreckage, which also makes this sea area look like a coral reef. In addition, it is located on the inner sea on the rate coast, so it is not eye-catching.

However, based on the hazy outline in the picture, Buck could at least judge that this was an irregular island with a length of three or five kilometers. There was no airport runway or no obvious port dock. The bombed dock under his feet was hidden under the dense cliffs, which was basically invisible in the air. This means that it was bombarded by ship guns, not the air force. Only from the near sea can this hidden dock almost dug under the cliffs!

But when I looked back at this time, Buck and others finally found a bit of disharmonious place. The embankment was covered with bomb craters, and they were destroyed and broken everywhere. A small track hidden under the cliff was blown to twist and broken, but this former dock was clean!

It was as if the incident happened yesterday, just destroyed by a warship, and the smoke of gunpowder disappeared, but the years did not give any traces of desolation and aging here!

There should be overgrown weeds, no traces of moss, and even no fallen leaves!

Little Maxim also swallowed his saliva with difficulty: "If it weren't for the phone call, I would have doubted whether we had traveled through the time tunnel to World War II..."

Indeed, in this Western Pacific Ocean, I have heard of the legend of ghost ships and ghost islands time and space travel!

In addition, the silver-white long fish that felt goosebumps on her body just now made people feel a little numb, so I should hurry up and see who was shooting!

But at this time the sky started to rain!

Rain can dilute the mist?
Chapter completed!