We couldn't get the shark close, especially since it was so big that if we bit the dinghy with the momentum, I was afraid it would sink the boat.

The iron donkey is really welcome, there are still bullets in the sniper rifle. This gun was originally used to snipe and kill, and the iron donkey didn't care about it, but used it to snipe sharks.

He took aim and slammed the shot. The bullet shot into the water in front of the fin, stirring up a small column of water, not to mention, and making the fin tremble.

The iron donkey snorted and scolded, "its grandma, if you have the ability, you will rush forward." ”

But the shark was incapacitated, and was seriously injured, so it turned around and fled. But before it could escape, the fins disappeared and were replaced by a large white belly.

The shark was dying, and although it occasionally twisted its lower body, it could only cling to the surface of the water weakly.

I felt relieved and gave a thumbs up to the iron donkey. The iron donkey also seemed very happy, he must have thought that sniping sharks was a very interesting thing.

But our good mood didn't last long, and in the blink of an eye, several fins appeared on the surface of the sea near the dead shark, all of which approached the dead shark and devoured the flesh of their companions.

We didn't expect there to be so many sharks here. Originally, the dinghy was going to pass by the dead shark, but the helmsman turned off the motor to stop the dinghy for safety.

We're all keeping an eye on the way forward. I don't know if they saw it, but I saw a "close-up" anyway. There was a small shark with its head slightly out of the sea.

It has a slightly long mouth and some of its teeth are red. I immediately thought of the devil in hell.

In fact, I'm not afraid of disgust, after all, I've done forensic medicine, I've dissected corpses, but the problem is that I don't know what's wrong, looking at such a bloodthirsty shark, my scalp is a little numb, and I also have a sense of discomfort in my heart.

I took a step back and tried to decompress myself in this way. I didn't have that much to step on the outside of the boat. But then I was very close to the edge of the boat. Without warning, there was a noise, and once again, a shark burst out of the water and bit at me.

I was able to dodge it last time, and I didn't have such luck this time. It bit me on the back.

If this happens to the average person, I am sure that I will be bitten off a large piece of flesh, but the armor I wear is not ordinary, and it is also very resistant to bites.

The shark's mouth slipped, and in the end it could only hold a piece of clothing horn. It's just that its weight is there, and I was dragged like this, and my body was a little unbalanced.

I had a tendency to fall into the sea, and at the critical moment, I hurriedly squatted down and pressed down, shouting for help, while trying my best to compete with the shark.

Both the donkey and the helmsman heard me cry for help, and they both pounced on me and dragged me together.

The shark writhed around, but it was lonely, and it couldn't fight us at all. When the situation stabilized, and the iron donkey felt that I would definitely not fall into the sea, he scolded his mother, touched his waist again, and took out the dagger.

He stabbed the shark in the head with a dagger.

The dagger was sharp, and the blade of the knife was all in at once, and the iron donkey shook from side to side, allowing the dagger to stir the shark's brain.

The shark was in pain, let go of its mouth, and fell back into the sea. I was still a little frightened, so I sat down in the boat and took a deep breath while touching the cold sweat on my forehead.

At this time, I didn't have time to look at my clothes, I guess there were all small holes on it, all left by sharks.

I didn't want to stay in the sea any longer, yelling for the helmsman to start the motor quickly, and we rounded the shark carcass and hurried back to the big boat.

The helmsman meant the same thing, but as soon as he started the boat, the iron donkey shouted, "Slow! ”

I looked at him with a thoughtful expression, and said in my heart My donkey brother, when is this time? If there is anything you don't understand, let's go back to the big ship.

I suggested this, but the iron donkey didn't listen to me, but asked the two of us, "The sharks here are so abnormal, the radio was working well just now, but now there is suddenly no signal, what does this mean?" ”

The helmsman was a rough man, and he didn't think much about it, and immediately answered, "What can you say?" Let's go back! ”

But I was led by this and felt that something was wrong. I connected one thing and then said, "Could it be that the red killing machine is still so boring?" It's not 'dead'? ”

The iron donkey nodded, indicating that he thought the same thing. He added, "The Red Killing Machine's thermal sonic attack system is broken, but it doesn't sink, could it be said that there is a spare hand that can emit other sound waves, not only jamming the radio, but also stimulating the shark to go berserk?" ”

This time, even the helmsman understood, and nodded vigorously and said that the iron donkey's analysis was reasonable.

Going deeper, we will continue to flee blindly, and we will probably encounter more and more sharks along the way, and even more and more in the end.

The other two dinghys, although far away from us, may have encountered a similar dilemma.

If we want all nine of us to get back to the big ship alive, the best and most feasible way is to blow up the red killing machine completely.

I was a little depressed, and said that we were three funny in this boat, and I knew that this would not have been so hasty just now. But it's a bit too late to say that now.

We set off again and went back the way we came. And this way, it is not a very peaceful one.

From time to time, sharks would crash into the boat, and some would even fly up and pounce on us. We are all on high alert, each of us is doing our part, and we are fighting with them.

By the time we found the Red Killing Machine, there were blood spots in many places on our rubber boats, and of course, it was shark blood.

I thought it would be just a matter of effort to tear down the killing machine, but now that I look at it, I think we're taking it easy.

There are almost all sharks around the red killing machine, I can't count them, let alone dozens of fins, all circling around the red killing machine.

If we want to dismantle the machine, we will undoubtedly have to rush into this encirclement first. I had a headache, and I didn't know if our simple rubber boat would make it to the moment we rushed in.

The iron donkey frowned and watched, shouting a few words in his throat as he touched his waist. His shout is not to scare the shark, and he himself does not know the legendary lion roar.

I didn't understand what he meant by shouting, and he touched his waist with a strong purpose, and took out two grenades.

He told the helmsman to push the dinghy as far forward as he could, near the red killing machine, and then he took two steps back in the boat, and by the help of the run, tied two grenades together and threw them out.

I found that the iron donkey was very good at throwing mines, and I immediately let the grenade smash on the red killing machine.

With two booms, the killing machine collapsed again, and even a puff of smoke came out in some places. The power of the grenade explosion also affected the surrounding sharks, and many sharks died with their bellies in the sky.

But we weren't happy to see it, because the iron donkey was a grenade, and such a powerful explosive weapon could even blow up a concrete wall, and it didn't even sink the red killing machine.

Other live sharks were eating the carcasses of their companions, and this made many sharks rush over from the neighborhood, saying that there were occasional fins passing by next to our rubber boats.

The iron donkey's method not only did not succeed, but made the current situation even more severe.

We are in a dilemma. The helmsman had made up his mind to retreat, and he was right, since we couldn't deal with the Red Killing Machine, we had better focus on rushing back.

Iron Donkey holds completely opposite opinions, I originally saw that one of them was going to leave and the other was going to stay, and I was a little entangled in my heart, because my opinion was very critical, which side I agreed with, it was two to one, and the minority obeyed the majority.

The helmsman was a little anxious and said a few words to me, which meant that I agreed with him. As for the iron donkey, he was silent, and he touched into his arms with a painful face, and took out a dart bomb.

Last time in the country of the end of the corpse, his dart bomb was used, but this time, the boss gave him another one.

I think there must be some kind of "magic" in the dart bomb, because when the iron donkey picks it up, he comes up with a pride and shouts at the helmsman, "Sail!" ”

As for me, with this dart bomb alone, I did not even think about supporting the iron donkey, and also persuaded the helmsman to sail.

The helmsman didn't understand the power of the dart, and when he looked at the two of us, especially me, he must have been incredulous, and he couldn't understand why I had changed my mind because of a dart.

He still resisted our decision, but in the end he cooperated, and leaned the boat back to the red killing machine.

We're definitely taking risks and dancing on sharp knives. When the boat stopped again, it was surrounded by sharks, and the walls of the boat were rubbed by sharks with occasional rustling sounds.

The iron donkey spat and twisted the dart, and swished it out.

The iron donkey and I reacted very quickly, and we threw ourselves into the rubber boat, and the helmsman, a stupid buddy, was still standing stupidly and watching.

I didn't want him to be injured by an accident, especially since the explosion was electromagnetic, so I dragged him hard with the iron donkey and forced him to lie down.

There was a snort, and the long-lost feeling came again, and I felt a stream of air above my body, and I was stimulated, and my body was a little numb.

The helmsman was more sensitive and snorted in fright. By the time we got back up, the red killing machine had lost its temper.

Not only was it sparsely shattered, but it also grunted, gurgled and sank rapidly. The helmsmen began to rub their eyes, unable to believe the result.

The iron donkey picked up the radio again to debug. I think we got it right, the radio snorted, snorted a few times, and then turned on.

The iron donkey shouted at it, and Jiang Shaoyan immediately answered and said that he had received it.

Iron Donkey recited the situation just now, but at first, he was very relaxed and excited to talk about it, and when he was halfway through, he became serious.

I also noticed that after the red killing machine sank, the shark's range of swimming expanded a lot, but there was no sign of retreating.

I thought to myself, what's going on? In addition, the helmsman pointed to the outer wall of the rubber boat and scolded, "Damn, it's bad, the boat is leaking!" ”