Boom! The door to the cab of the truck shuddered several times before someone violently kicked it open from the inside. A tall middle-aged man cursed and squeezed out of the carriage. He wore the same style of officer's uniform, and his tall figure was not muscular, but his steely body showed strength everywhere. Unlike his soldiers, he was a white man, and the long wind and rain had gilded him with a layer of bronze. He had an old revolver pinned to his waist, but it was clear that the more dangerous weapon came from the large hands with obvious knuckles.

The door on the other side of the cab was similarly pushed several times before it was laboriously opened. From inside jumped a young man as agile as a leopard, with a wild and unruly face. He didn't carry any hot firearms, just two scivet-bladed machetes in the style of a tropical tribe stuck in his lower back. His brown skin and angular features suggest that he is a half-breed.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes, took out a cigar full of tropical flavors, lit it, and took a deep breath. The young man took out his binoculars and looked at the mist-shrouded coconut grove in the distance, and said, "Kirby, you asked us to set off early in the morning and run for hours to get here, not just to see this coconut grove everywhere...... Oh! Oh my God! This...... It's ......"

Kirby glared at him, snatched the binoculars with his hand, and looked over at the coconut grove. After just one glance, half of the handmade cigar in his mouth fell silently to the ground. In his vision, only the bare trunks of the lush coconut groves remained. Such a strange sight made him involuntarily feel a deep chill.

The young man had already put away his slick attitude and asked, "Kirby, what's going on?" ”

Kirby put down the binoculars and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know." Let the boys stay, be careful, Robbio, you come with me into the woods. Pull out your knife and don't be careless. There's more to it than we think! ”

Robbio looked at Kirby in surprise and asked, "Maybe it's just a bunch of beasts, so you don't need to be so nervous, right?" You're ...... Anyway, it's equivalent to a sixth-order guy! ”

Kirby smiled, pulled out the revolver at his waist, waved it, and said, "You're getting better at talking." However, my old friend told me that if you are not careful, even if you are a seventh order, the guy in the forest may bite your neck! ”

Robbio shrugged, pulled out his machete from behind his waist, followed Kirby, and walked towards the coconut grove.

When they stepped into the coconut grove, they immediately experienced the mysterious cold that enveloped the entire forest. Both of them stopped talking, and at the same time subconsciously lightened their steps, carefully observed, listened carefully, and never let go of every detail.

After a few moments, the two of them filtered through their surroundings and glanced at each other.

Kirby spoke first, looked up and said, "All the leaves and coconuts are gone...... It looks like there are obvious marks. ”

"I'm coming!" Robbio leaped to his feet and reached the top of the tree in a few clicks, more agile than a monkey. He looked carefully at the fracture marks, and sniffed vigorously like a beast, and said: "Judging from the traces, it should be a bite mark left by a human or a monkey, but looking at the cut surface of the broken fiber, it is very powerful, it is not like a human being, even if the strength is strengthened!" Strangely, it didn't leave any smell. There are no bite marks. ”

Kirby does not doubt Robio's judgment, and in the jungle, Robbio's instincts are even more terrifying than the beast. The young man, who grew up in the jungle, is also an expert in tracking and counter-tracking. He has fifth-order speed and strength, as well as the same fifth-order perception, and is completely synonymous with beasts.

"Nibble?" Hearing Robio's judgment, Kirby couldn't help frowning, he looked around at the dead forest of the snipe, and took a deep breath, the air he inhaled seemed to be wrapped in a strong smell of death, and there was nothing else.

"Say, what is it that can gnaw such a large coconut grove so cleanly? Or did they take all the coconuts and leaves with them? Kirby asked. Also, how they got up. He looked around, and there was no sign of any creature on the ground or on the trunk.

Robbio at the top of the tree thought of this question, and his face immediately changed. The creature, which left no traces or scents other than bite marks, was actually invisibility to Robbio. And judging from the smoothness of the bite marks, if this bite is on him, even the hardest bone will be broken by one bite. Robbio suddenly jumped from tree to tree, and looking at the bite marks on it, he traced it all the way to the seashore before leaping back and falling in front of Kirby. Robbio's face was pale, and cold sweat kept breaking out, and he said, "The bite marks are all new, and they should all be within twelve hours." The oldest bite marks are on the beach, and ours are all new. If judging only from these traces, then ......"

Robbio swallowed hard and said, "They're probably from the sea!" ”

"From the sea?!" Kirby's revolver let out a hoarse groan of metal friction under the tremendous grip. The crudely made, but notoriously durable, powerful murder weapon was nearly inadvertently crumpled into a lump of metal by Kirby.

There was silence in the forest, and both Robbio and Kirby fell silent. After a while, Kirby said, "Let's look for it again." There must be other traces, we just didn't find them. What do they want coconuts and leaves for, coconuts can be eaten, but what about leaves? Wait a minute! Eat! After eating so many things, you have to pull some out, right? ”

Robbio and Kirby's eyes immediately fell to the ground, the beach of this coastline is all coral sand, white and fine, and occasionally reflects a little fluorescence similar to the refraction of light, which is the erosion of radiation. Soon, both eyes focused on a small patch of black sand. In the vast expanse of white sand, they are actually very striking. It's just that the attention of both of them is so attracted by the tens of thousands of bare coconut trees that they ignore these gravel-like things.

Robbio crouched down, grabbed a handful of black sand in his hand, sniffed it carefully, and even dipped a little of his finger into his mouth. Then there was a thud and he spit it all out.

"What kind of is this?" Kirby asked sternly, not making fun of him, but trusting Robbio's judgment.

Robbio shook his head and said with a puzzled expression, "This is definitely not." It's full of soot, like something burned, but how could this thing be here? ”

Kirby picked up a few grains of black sand, twisted them carefully, watched it turn into powder and scatter, shook his head and said, "It's much cleaner than burning, it looks like the residue after ultra-high temperature roasting." Let's take some back! ”

After noticing the black sand, Robbio and Kirby saw that the forest was littered with scattered grains of sand. Robbio took out a fur pouch and carefully took a small handful of black sand and put it in a special bag. His movements may seem inconspicuous, but he can preserve the black sand intact and not contaminate anything else. In the process of picking up the black sand one by one, Robbio was actually a little distracted and accidentally crushed a grain. He stared blankly at the dust on his fingers, and suddenly asked, "Don't you think, this is ...... Is this qiē similar to that prophetic poem? The end comes from the sea, and with it wither......"

Syllable! Kirby's revolver misses and falls to the ground, interrupting Robbio's words as well.

"What nonsense! That's just crazy words written by a madman before he died! Kirby reprimanded, but his voice trembled, betraying his true heart.

Although Robio is Kirby's subordinate, the relationship with Kirby is obviously closer than that of his superiors and subordinates. While cleaning up the black sand, he muttered unconvinced: "Crazy words written by a madman? We all know that's just a rhetoric to fool the naïve! Who will really believe you? If it's just crazy talk, then what are we doing in this deserted seaside once a month? What if it's just us and a dozen other companies are doing the same thing? It's just hiding from us! ”

Kirby's face turned pale, but he didn't say anything, just bent down and picked up the revolver, then poured out the ordinary bullets in the drum, and then took out five special bullets with a striking red bullet and loaded them into the drum one by one. Kabi's solemnity also stained Robbio, he put away the black sand, tied the mouth of the bag tightly, and then glanced into the depths of the coconut grove. Somehow, Robbio, who had a keen sense of perception, always felt as if something unseen was hiding in the shadows, and was coldly observing them.

"Hell this wood, I don't like this place, so let's go early. Go back and hand in the report, and let the big guys bother! "Robbioti yì.

Kirby nodded, silently walking out into the woods.

The two quickly returned to where the truck was parked. Small, dark native warriors were still on guard around the truck, and the only engineer had just filled the truck with a gas drum when he opened the hood for routine maintenance. The car had traveled hundreds of thousands of kilometers to say the least, and it had to break down if it wasn't careful.

It looks like the situation is normal. The vigilant warriors were full of energy, their wolf-like eyes staring at their surroundings. If there is any disturbance, they will not hesitate to pounce on it and tear their prey apart. Their short bodies are full of explosive power, and after targeted training, each can face a male lion alone and win lightly. Moreover, they are extremely bloodthirsty, and many times like to split their opponents raw and devour flesh directly. In this polluted world, the flesh and blood of living beings are a rare supply.

Robbio's gaze swept over the warriors, satisfied with their state. He whistled vigorously, and the soldiers scattered around him ran back and gathered in front of the truck, and the line was very neat.

A qiē looks normal, except for the ...... One less person. D