The door to the cab of the truck shuddered several times before being roughly kicked open by someone from inside.
A tall middle-aged man cursed and squeezed out of the carriage.
He was wearing the same style of officer's uniform, and he was tall.
Although he was not muscular, his steel-like body showed strength everywhere.
Unlike the soldiers under his command, he was white, and the long exposure to wind and rain had given him a layer of bronze.
There was an old-fashioned revolver on his waist, but obviously the more dangerous weapon came from those big hands with obvious joints.
The door on the other side of the cab was pushed several times before it was opened with difficulty.
A young man as agile as a leopard jumped out from inside, his face full of wildness and unruliness.
He was not wearing any firearms, but had two tropical tribal-style curved-edge machetes stuck on his back.
His brown skin and angular facial features indicate that he is of mixed race.
The middle-aged man squinted his eyes, took out a tropical-style cigar, 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.
He was still saying: "Kabi, you asked us to set off early in the morning and run for several hours to get here.
No.
Just to see the coconut trees everywhere, oh my God, this is” Kirby glared at him, grabbed the binoculars, and looked toward the coconut grove.
After just one glance, half of the handmade cigar in his mouth fell to the ground silently.
In his field of vision, only the bare trunks of the lush coconut grove were left.
Such a strange sight made him feel a deep chill involuntarily.
The young man had already put away his frivolous attitude and asked: "Kirby, what's going on?"
Kirby put down the telescope and said: "Don't ask me, I don't know either.
Let the boys stay and be careful.
Robbio, follow me to the woods and take a look.
Pull out your knife and don't be careless."
There may be something hidden there beyond our imagination.”
Robbio looked at Kirby in surprise and asked: "Maybe it's just a group of wild beasts.
There's no need to be so nervous.
But what do you mean, you're equivalent to a sixth-level guy?"
Kirby smiled, pulled out the revolver from his waist, waved it, and said: "You are getting better and better at talking.
However, my old friend told me that if you are not careful, even if you are seventh level, The guy in the woods might bite your neck off."
Robbio shrugged, pulled out the machete from his waist, and followed Kirby towards the coconut grove.
When they stepped into the coconut grove, they immediately experienced the mysterious coldness that shrouded the entire forest.
The two of them stopped talking.
At the same time, they subconsciously slowed down their steps, observed and listened carefully, and never let go of every detail.
After a while, the two of them took in the general environment around them and looked at each other.
Kirby spoke first, looked up and said, "All the leaves and coconuts have disappeared and there are obvious traces."
"I'll do it."
Robbio jumped up and reached the top of the tree in a few moves, even more agile than a monkey.
He carefully looked at the fracture marks, and twitched his nose vigorously like a wild beast, and said: "Judging from the marks, they should be bite marks left by humans or monkeys, but looking at the cross section of the broken fibers, they are very powerful.
It is simply not possible."
Like a human being, even if it has strengthened its strength, it doesn't seem strange that there is no smell left on the bite marks."
Kirby does not doubt Robbio's judgment.
In the jungle, Robbio's instinct is more terrifying than that of a wild beast.
This young man who grew up in the jungle is also an expert in tracking and counter-tracking.
He has fifth-level speed and strength, as well as the same fifth-level perception, and is completely synonymous with a beast.
"Gnaw" Hearing Robio's judgment, Kirby couldn't help but frown.
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He looked around 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, except for Nothing else.
"Tell me, what is it that can chew up such a large coconut forest so cleanly?
Or are they taking away all the coconuts and leaves?"
Kirby asked.
"Also, how did they get up there?"
He looked around, and there were no traces of any creature on the ground or tree trunks.
Robbio at the top of the tree just thought of this problem, and his expression immediately changed.
This creature, which left no traces or scent except bite marks, was almost invisible to Robbio.
And judging from the smoothness of the bite mark, if this bite were to hit him, even the hardest bone would be broken with one bite.
Robbio suddenly jumped from one tree to another, looking at the bite marks on it.
He traced it all the way to the seaside, then jumped back and landed in front of Kirby.
Robbio's face was pale and he was sweating constantly.
He said: "The bite marks are all very new, and they should all be within twelve hours.
The oldest bite marks appeared on the seaside, and the ones here are all very new.
If only from Judging from these traces, then" Robbio swallowed hard and said: "They probably came from the sea."
"Come from the sea."
The revolver in Kirby's hand made a unique noise due to metal friction under the huge grip.
This weapon, which was rough in workmanship but famously durable and powerful, was almost crushed into a lump of metal by Kirby inadvertently.
There was silence in the forest, and both Robbio and Kirby fell into silence.
After a while, Kirby said: "Let's look for it again.
There must be other traces, but we just didn't find them.
What do they want coconuts and leaves for?
Coconuts are still edible, and the leaves can be eaten later.
There are so many things, I have to pull some out.”
Robbio and Kirby's eyes immediately turned to the ground.
The beaches along this coastline were all coral sand, which was white and delicate.
Occasionally, it would reflect a little fluorescence similar to the refraction of light, which was the erosion of radiation.
Soon, both of their eyes focused on a small patch of black sand.
In the vast expanse of white sand, they are actually very eye-catching.
It's just that their attention was attracted by tens of thousands of bare coconut trees, so they ignored these gravel-like things.
Robbio squatted down, grabbed a handful of black sand in his hand, sniffed it carefully, and even put a little of it into his mouth with his fingers.
Then with a sigh, he spit it out again.
"What kind of feces is this?"
Kirby asked seriously.
He did not mean to make fun of him, but he believed in Robbio's judgment.
Robbio shook his head and said with a puzzled look on his face: "This is definitely not feces.
It is full of charcoal ash, it looks like something that has been burned, but how could this thing appear here?"
Kirby picked up a few grains of black sand, carefully twirled it, and watched it turn into ash and fly away.
He shook his head and said, "It's much cleaner than burned, but more like the residue after being roasted at an ultra-high temperature.
Let's take some back."
Bar"
After noticing this black sand, Robbio and Kirby saw that there were scattered grains of sand everywhere in the forest.
Robbio took out an animal skin bag, carefully took a small handful of black sand, and put it into a special bag.
His actions may seem inconspicuous, but they can completely preserve the black sand without contaminating other things.
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While picking up the black sand one by one, Robbio became distracted and accidentally crushed one.
He stared blankly at the dust on his fingers and suddenly asked: "Don't you think this is very similar to that prophetic poem?
The end comes from the sea, and all the trees wither."
Pakapi's revolver dropped to the ground, interrupting Robbio's words.
"What nonsense are you talking about?
That's just crazy talk written by a lunatic before he died," Kirby scolded, but as he was always calm, his voice was trembling, betraying his true thoughts.
Although Robbio is Kirby's subordinate, his relationship with Kirby is obviously closer than that of his superiors and subordinates.
While collecting the black sand, he muttered unconvincingly: "We all know the crazy things written by lunatics are just words used to deceive those naive guys.
Who will really believe it?
If it's just crazy words, then we will do it every month What are we doing here at this deserted seaside?
If we are the only ones who can tell, there are more than a dozen other companies performing the same mission, so how can we say that the higher-ups are just hiding it from us?"
Kirby's face was livid, but he didn't say anything.
He just bent down and picked up the revolver, then poured out the ordinary bullets in the drum, then took out five special bullets with eye-catching red warheads and loaded them into the drum one by one.
Kirby's solemnity also infected Robbio.
He collected the black sand, tied the bag tightly, and then took a look deep into the coconut grove.
Somehow, Robbio, who had a keen sense, always felt that there seemed to be something invisible hiding in the dark, observing them coldly.
"This woods is really a ghost.
I don't like this place.
It's better to leave early.
Go back and hand in the report and let the big shots worry," Robbio suggested.
Kirby nodded and walked out of the woods in silence.
The pair quickly returned to where the truck was parked.
The black and thin local indigenous soldiers were still on guard around the truck.
The only engineer had just filled the truck with oil from an oil barrel and was opening the engine hood for routine maintenance inspections.
This car had traveled hundreds of thousands of kilometers at least.
Traveling through the jungle in extremely bad road conditions, it would break down accidentally.
Everything seems to be fine.
The vigilant soldiers were full of energy, staring at the surroundings with wolf-like eyes.
If there is any disturbance, they will not hesitate to pounce on the prey and tear it into pieces.
Their short bodies are full of explosive power.
After targeted training, each one can face a male lion alone and easily win.
Moreover, they are extremely bloodthirsty and often like to tear apart their opponents and devour their flesh and blood directly.
In this polluted world, the flesh and blood of living creatures are rare supplies.
Robbio's eyes swept over the warriors, and he was very satisfied with their condition.
He whistled hard, and the soldiers scattered around ran back and gathered in front of the truck.
The queue was actually very neat.
Everything looked normal except that one person was missing
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