The waves rolled, and the blue waves at the top of the wave came in an instant, forming so fast that everyone was still in fear, and the huge waves were already overhead.

It was like in front of you, but a nautical mile or two away, because the walls were so high.

"Get your life jacket!!"

Someone roared, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the roaring thunder, and many people again fell into terror, frightened and motionless.

"The life jacket is gone!!"

When some prisoners got the news, they frantically rushed to the members wearing life jackets, desperately grabbing for their lives.

"Smack!"

Wang Feng threw over a prisoner who wanted to attack him with his backhand, and then more prisoners rushed in.

The same goes for the red-haired mystery man and the mercenary, they are surrounded by other prisoners, and before they can strike again, the ship "booms", as if it has hit something.

"The ship has hit the rocks!!"

The roars of those prisoners are always the most timely.

"It's not a rocking! It's stranded, no, no! …… It's quicksand! Quicksand will swallow the whole boat! Fast Boat! It's too late! ……”

"Puff puff ......"

The prisoners jumped into the shallow water like dumplings, but without exception, they fell headlong two meters into the water, and then were swallowed by the quicksand, unable to climb up again.

Wang Feng clung to the railing, otherwise he would be thrown off the boat, and in two minutes at most, the sea wall far away in the sky would destroy everything here. An indifferent voice came:

"The quicksand of Death Island has swallowed up more than 500 ships."

With the prestige, it was the red-haired man, who did not rely on anything to secure himself, and still stood firmly on the deck, with his hands in his pockets.

"Who the hell is he?" Wang Feng was surprised, the strength of the red-haired man was immeasurable.

Following his gaze again, Wang Feng's pupils shrank fiercely, and what was placed in front of him was a large and small ship, which was unobstructed at a glance, and it was so dilapidated that it was indescribable.

"This ...... These are all human ships? ”

The number was too large, and there were treasures that shone brightly inside some of the broken ships.

The quicksand is constantly being incorporated into the big ship, and if you don't jump off, you will be sucked into the bottom of the sea by the eddy.

Turning his head to look at the red-haired man, he disappeared into his previous position.

"How did you disappear out of thin air?"

Wang Feng wanted to see how he faced the disaster, but it seemed that this time he would solve it by himself, so he no longer hesitated and jumped out of the deck directly.

"Plop!"

Wang Feng deliberately spread his hands and feet, not to drill too deep, otherwise he would be tied to the quicksand like those prisoners.

The coolness is blowing in the face, and the temperature of the sea is only one or two degrees, this mysterious island is really too weird.

Freestyle came ashore, and some of the prisoners had already run to the front.

"Oops!"

Wang Feng suddenly remembered that there were guns on the island, and they ran so fast, they must have wanted to strike first.

Looking back, it was a dilapidated ship that had just swam by, and Wang Feng changed the direction of the wind and walked towards the broken ship, because he found that the surface of some slightly intact ships showed signs of repainting.

"Really, everyone is dying, and they are still rushing to kill others, why bother." Wang Feng climbed onto the broken ship, a pungent smell of paint came, and when he looked at it again, the sea was getting stronger and stronger, the temperature of Death Island was getting lower and lower, and with the dark sky, the waves had covered the sky.

"Da Da Da! ……”

The sound of submachine guns could be heard in the distance, and someone had already begun to slaughter.

"And the Airborne Forces?"

Wang Feng looked up and saw that dense crowds of people had fallen from the sky, and private planes had also crossed the sky.

But what Wang Feng absolutely didn't expect was that with a loud bang, the white light of lightning shone on the entire Shibaier Island, and then the thunder and lightning hit the plane accurately.

The large plane emitted white smoke and gradually fell, and it is estimated that none of the more than a dozen people left inside survived.

The plane shifted direction, drove back, and there was a tendency to land, it seemed that the Ye family's plane could not be saved.

Then the two engines of the large plane sucked in the people who were parachuting, and there were four or five of them just that Wang Feng saw. I saw that after the person was sucked in, a small blood mist exploded, and the engine emitted green smoke.

"It seems... It's much safer to take a boat than to fly..."

Wang Feng entered the room, and the AUG assault rifle was quietly placed on the shelf, and there were body armor and oval grenades on the hanger.

"Stockless rifles? Haven't used it. ”

Wang Feng muttered that the stockless rifle is not really without a stock, but the magazine is placed at the back and the magazine is used as the butt.

Wang Feng hadn't touched a gun for a long time, but once he started using a gun, he turned into a snow wolf, killing mercilessly.

Since they have no intention of allowing themselves to live, there is no need to be merciful.

"Whoa!! ……”

When the waves finally fell, Wang Feng ran frantically towards the center of the island, lying under a bush, clutching the roots of the vegetation.

With a loud bang, the wave knocked down the island, and then hit the island hard, and some people were pulled into the sea by the retreating waves, and some people were directly slapped to death, or drowned. The tide didn't end when it hit Death Island, and then rushed into the distance.

The dragon jade on Wang Feng's chest was glowing with a pale blue light, but he was too busy dodging to see it.

The tide is over, and the more than fifty outlaws who survived are frantically exchanging fire. He was very skillful in marksmanship, using ten rounds of ammunition and killing eleven people.

"The compass doesn't work, why doesn't even the radio work?"

"And why are the ships painted with 19th-century pungent paint? The brand-new ships are also old-fashioned steamboats. ”

Doubts followed, and Wang Feng felt more and more weird, just like the legend of Death Island - if you get close to Death Island, you will travel to a certain era in the last century, and if you are a survivor and leave, you will travel to the next century.

Wang Feng left the steamer, this steamer was the one everyone sat on, among all the ships, it was the most advanced, and after the radio went out, there was no sound.

As soon as he got out of the ship, Wang Feng immediately stopped, stunned: "Huh?!" What's going on?! Where did these trees come from?! ”

Wang Feng looked at the large woods in front of him, and a chill ran behind his spine, could it be that there was really a ghost incident in this world?

Sitting on the bluestone, Wang Feng took out the compass in his pocket, and the compass rotated irregularly and trembled.

"Damn!"

Throwing away the compass, Wang Feng pressed his helmet and looked at the foggy sea outside the island, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a moment, he took out the crossbow bolt from his bag and walked towards the interior of the island: "You must hunt, or you will starve to death." ”

The barren island suddenly turned into a wooded forest with lush vegetation, and all this is completely shocking.

Just a few steps, the island slowly moved, Wang Feng's eyes widened, and he looked at the surrounding water: "Could it be that this broken island is rotating?!" ”