The monsters that are constantly jumping out of the ocean are not very strong compared to the strong indigenous warriors.

But just like the bite force of most giant crocodiles, the bite force is actually only a few kilograms, but with two rows of sharply constructed fangs, they can easily tear an adult in half, and their sharp nails and teeth can easily cut through the muscles and blood vessels of tribal warriors like a dinner knife cutting butter, and take their lives.

And the modern even hot weapons in the hands of the indigenous warriors, although they can kill monsters with the same lightness, but no matter how brave and fearless humans are, it is impossible to compete with monsters who are controlled by high-level life remote control, have no reason, emotion, and only natural hunting instincts.

So the convoy of the 'White Rhino Horn Tribe' was armed, and soon it was on the verge of demoralization, and the terrified fugitives began to inevitably appear one by one, and to make matters worse, two or three indigenous warriors, completely taken to their senses by the extreme fear, screamed and shot without distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy.

The heavy casualties in a short period of time made Chaken realize that if he did not retreat from the coastline, the only outcome of the tribal forces he brought was to be killed and wounded.

Gritting his teeth and calming down, he 'da-da-da-da...' shot continuously to empty the magazine of the automatic rifle in his hand, beat the three sea monsters into a sieve, and roared with a distorted face: "Retreat, retreat quickly, go back to the car." ", led the remaining subordinates, retreated to the outside of the abandoned port.

Seeing that the enemy began to retreat, the monsters did not start a pursuit, but leaned down, and quietly watched the indigenous warriors leave without any hatred or cruelty.

A minute or two later, the roar of the car engine suddenly sounded outside the harbor, and it gradually faded away, and when the sound completely disappeared, the monsters lying on the tattered concrete floor began to straighten up one by one, and flocked to a two-story low building with the largest area near the sea not far away.

By the time they had dragged all the cages into the ocean, the abandoned harbor had finally regained its tranquility, and only the rustle of the sea drifted in the air without stopping.

Time flies, and before you know it, twenty-four hours have passed, and after a cycle of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, it is in the depths of the ocean one hundred and ten nautical miles away from the abandoned port at the end of the 'Zabidi' national highway.

In the wheelhouse of a ruined mid-century fishing boat, a young Asian with jet-black hair turns off the motor of the fishing boat's propeller by checking the GPS (Global Positioning System) coordinates displayed on the screen of a satellite mobile phone.

Then he looked out the window at the cloudy sky, grabbed a high-powered infrared telescope with an extremely sophisticated appearance on the dashboard next to the rudder, and stepped out of the wheelhouse.

The sea breeze was cold, the humidity was heavy, and although the calm water surface only rippled with slight undulating waves, it was gloomy and low, as if it was less than ten meters above the head, and there were faint clouds of thunder and flashing, but it gave people a depressing feeling that the stormy waves were coming.

Standing on the deck and looking around at the vast sea around him with binoculars for a long time, the faces of the young Asian Americans gradually became irritable.

Waiting for his patience to run out, he took out the satellite phone in his pocket, connected to the Internet, clicked on the browser and searched for it again, "The Western Galaxy Spark Circus is about to end its round-the-world tour, and the last stop will be to take the 'Nautilus' from New York Harbor, Mi to Capte, Africa...", I don't know how many times I read it carefully.

Then I called up the professional version of the ocean route recording software, found the preset route of the 'Nautilus' before going to sea, and compared it with the coordinates of my current location, and my expression gradually relaxed.

Taking a few deep breaths of salty air, the Asian youth was about to raise his binoculars again and look, when he suddenly spotted a small spot of light in the distance, which was faintly visible to the naked eye, slowly heading towards the fishing boat.

His pupils shrank, his fists clenched excitedly, he ran quickly to the railing of the ship, his eyes unblinking, and he used his telescope to look at the fluttering point of light on the sea, and as it continued to approach, he finally saw the full outline of the light source was exactly what he was expecting a sea freighter.

After waiting anxiously for a while, the huge letters Nautilus painted on the side of the hull came into view.

"We've got it, we've got it...", confirming the target, the Asian young man put down his binoculars and whispered as he stared down at the sea with a look of ecstasy and nervousness on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, as if in response to his excitement, the surface of the water, which had been rippling in the microwave, suddenly tumbled like boiling water sitting on a stove.

A few seconds later, monsters with silver scales on their lower abdomen and black feathers on their backs, like fish and birds, burst out of the surging waves and soared into the sky, hovering beneath the rain clouds.

At the same time, countless monsters with human heads and animal heads, like plant shoots sprouting after the rain, seemed to be gathered out of the ocean, revealing a strangely shaped half-cut body, floating and sinking with the waves in the water, staring at the freighter in the distance, revealing a clear look in their eyes.

Then, as the Asian youth on the fishing boat gently spat out the words, "Let's start...", these three subtle words, those monsters swimming in the sea and the giant birds soaring in the sky suddenly moved in unison, charging straight towards the 'Nautilus' in the distance.

The vast majority of countries along the coast of Africa are economically depressed, socially unrested, have no large-scale trade value, and are far from the earth's shipping hubs, the number of navigable ships is relatively scarce, and there is no 'soil' generated by piracy, so the occasional ships passing through them, whether yachts or freighters, have never had a precedent for armed navigation.

In addition, the goods transported by the 'Nautilus' this time are all interstellar domesticated animals, although the value is very high, but the difficulty of selling and realizing on the earth is far above its value.

Therefore, it can be carried out as an ordinary sea, and there is nothing else on the ship that can be called a weapon, except for a few 'shotguns' and fire axes, so it can be said that no one has a premonition of danger along the way.

Therefore, when the third officer of the freighter, who was sitting in front of the rudder of the wheelhouse with his arms crossed and dozing on duty, was woken up by the harsh 'tick tick...' alarm issued by the radar, he did not immediately react violently.

Instead, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, and in a daze, he repeatedly confirmed that on the radar screen, a small mass of floating objects rushing towards the 'Nautilus', muttered in his mouth, "Am I dreaming, what the hell is this?"

There are no icebergs in the waters of Africa, and hell, it must be a false alarm for fish again..."

Large and medium-sized ocean-going freighters are 365 days a year, almost 300 days of time to cruise in the depths of the ocean, encountering swimming fish is something that will happen all the time, so its radar system can intelligently eliminate most of the marine fish, will not issue an early warning, but the air pressure is too low in rainy weather, when a large number of fish surface to breathe, it is inevitable that the alarm will be sent by mistake.

But this time the reality quickly shattered the beautiful speculation of the third mate, and as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the whole freighter tremble violently, and the speed of the ship slowly slowed down.

Instantly realizing that it was really an emergency, the third pair stabilized his stumbling body and sounded the alarm in a panic.

In an instant, the whistle of 'Woo Woo Woo...' echoed in the deep sea night sky, and after a minute or two, the captain, who had not fastened his belt and buttoned several buttons on his uniform jacket, rushed into the wheelhouse with his slippers on his slippers, and yelled at the panicked third mate: "What happened Joseph, how could the ship suddenly stall?"

"Yes, there was a floating debris on the radar rushing towards us just now, it was about to rain outside, I thought it was a false alarm for the fish that surfaced, so I didn't care, but I didn't expect the boat, and the boat suddenly shook and slowed down. Joseph, who had never actually experienced an accident at sea, replied with a stammer.

"Don't panic, haven't you learned the procedures for dealing with the immediate aftermath of distress at the navigation school, and tell me how the engines of my ship are doing?" the captain asked again as he rushed to the bridge and stared at the various instruments.

"The engine is working fine. Joseph said with a calm sigh.

"What about the propellers?" asked the captain then.

"Screw, I haven't had time to see the propeller yet. Joseph was stunned for a moment, muttered, hearing this, the captain roared angrily: "The freighter stalled without checking the propeller first, are you an idiot...", his fingers kept paddling on the 'control screen', and called up the operation of the ship's propeller page.

When he saw that the four propellers on the left and right sides were slowing down at the same time, he realized that the stalling of the freighter was definitely not his own fault, and hurriedly took out the walkie-talkie in his pocket and was about to speak, when suddenly he heard the walkie-talkie 'rustle...' after a few sounds, a hurried voice roared, "Be careful, don't come up to the deck, God, what a strange thing!"

Help, quick, get out of me, hell, hell...", and then abruptly stopped.

Frightened by this terrible voice, the cold hair stood up, and the old captain's face was no longer as tough and fierce as before, and he walked cautiously and quickly to the door of the wheelhouse, and looked out, only to see countless strange birds about 14 or 50 centimeters long, swooping down from the gloomy sky.

Through the light of the hull itself, you can see that they look like sea fish and birds, with dense silver scales on the front half of their bodies, and black wings on their backs, walking upright like people, flapping their wings, constantly opening and closing their long beaks with dense sharp teeth, intimidating and driving the crew members who ran out of the house because of the huge hull earthquake, and soon occupied the entire deck.

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