Chapter 146

This red bodied, black winged bird with a long, pointed bill that bends downward is called the scythe, and Slade remembers it.

Standing on a tall tree, he looked down at the black and yellow figure below. His eyes, like black gemstones, were shining with curiosity. This kind of bird is very beautiful and rare. Its beak is like a straw. It is the only bird with blood red feathers.

The reason why it is rare is that it only lives in one place all over the world.

That's Hawaii.

The Hawaiian Islands, which are composed of 132 islands, are located in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate.

Su Ming did have the idea of making money and going to Hawaii for a vacation, but... Should be in Hawaii in DC.

After being lost in Manhattan, people have arrived, but they haven't got enough money...

this island is not small in area, and it is roughly estimated that it is about 100 square kilometers during the landing process. He specially selected a larger island. If the island is square, it is a 10 km × 10 km area.

So the problem is, there are no yachts of local tyrants on the surrounding sea, and there are no tourists on the island. The usable area of this island is not small. Will the government of Hawaii let the money slip away?

"It seems that the world I landed in is not synchronized with the real world."

If it is Hawaii in 2018, as a world-famous tourist resort, now this season is just right, then private yachts in the sea should be dense.

But if his time was earlier than 1778, he would have arrived in Hawaii earlier than the British explorer Captain Cook. There were only cannibals on the island...

Su Ming didn't want to be so early. The famous heroes and villains had not been born, and the world was not lively at all.

The top priority is to find a living person to ask. He has got enough information from the external environment, and more information needs to be returned to human society.

Mercenaries and killers have always depended on human social life.

the island is not small, but it is not big for Su Ming's feet. After he purposely accelerated his speed, he quickly found the position of the port.

A small port, it seems that there are only a few wooden houses, a simple wharf, some dark skinned sailors working on the dock, carrying pineapples and coconuts and so on.

This is a man-made waterway to the sea, forming a small port deep into the island. It is covered by the lush jungle around it. The trees cross the water, like a corridor. This also makes the small port invisible from the air, very hidden.

Fortunately, the seagulls are here to make a living, hovering in the air, and from time to time they will dive down and steal human goods. Su Ming is relying on them to confirm the direction of the port.

Of course, there is also good news, that is, although the port is small, there is a small cargo ship near the wharf. The boat has an internal-combustion engine and is emitting light heat.

"Fortunately, it's not a sail warship or a leather raft..."

Su Ming looked down at his uniform. His waist and shoulder were damaged, and his armor was obviously out of place with his surroundings. But this is an island. He can walk around barehanded and in shorts.

He took off his armor and dug a hole in the jungle with all kinds of heavy and heavy weapons. He only carried his bag, which contained a pistol and some grenades.

It's enough for him to solve some minor accidents.

He now looks like a swimmer who has just come up from the sea, but his skin is a little bit white.

The target of the inquiry was the man fishing not far from the harbor. He was a white man, and from behind, he was very strong.

"Aloha."

Su Ming said hello to him in Hawaiian, but it was because a man suddenly appeared behind him, which startled the fisherman. His fishing rod almost fell into the sea.

Su Ming takes a quick step forward and grabs the fishing rod back into his hand.

"Oh, ah... Roha."

The fisherman was a white man in his forties and fifties. His face was full of wind and frost. Only the wind at sea would make such a face. Su Ming was right in his previous guess.

At this time, he looked at Su Ming curiously, to be exact, at his scars.

These are the death knell. Before the operation, he was wounded in war. After the reform, he had a self-healing factor, but he did not repair them. Scar is the skin connective tissue, is the human body normal possession of things, as a later self-healing factor, of course, regardless of the previous old scores.

There are dozens of scars from gunshot wounds on the body, as well as scars and knife wounds caused by shells.

The fisherman can feel the danger from Su Ming, just like the premonition of facing a storm on the sea. He has seen many soldiers, but he has never seen anything that can be feared only by breath.

But seeing that he is wet all over, he should be a tourist on holiday in Hawaii, right? Swimming or surfing?Su Ming squatted down beside him and naturally changed to English. He wanted to know the exact date and the way to go to the big city from this man's mouth.

If they are aborigines, they may not have enough knowledge, but white seamen are often well-informed people.

"My name is Slade, American, and you?"

The fisherman calmed down a lot, and he turned his attention back to his float. The little red and white things floated and sank with the waves.

"My name is Burd. I'm a former British sailor."

Su Ming raised his eyebrows. His eyes were clear and his fingers were white, indicating that he had no taste for alcohol and tobacco. He was definitely not as simple as a sailor.

The man lost a leg, and there was a wooden false foot in his shriveled trousers. The paint color of the wood was at least five years old.

"Where's your boat?" Su Ming pretended to ask casually, sitting beside him like chatting and looking at the wharf together.

"It sank eight years ago."

He replied calmly, as if it had been a long time ago, but his fishing rod trembled slightly in the water, making the surface of the water appear a circle of ripples.

"War sunk?"

"It's not far away from my port when I was struck by a mine. I don't know if it's a war sinking." A wry smile, full of self mockery, was born.

Su Ming has narrowed down the scope of time. Mines that can sink steel ships will not appear too early.

"What's the name of your boat? Maybe I've heard of it. "

Burd laughed and shook his head. His face was numb.

"She is not famous at all. Although she was published in the newspaper when it was built, you are too young to know."

"The war is over."

"Yes, anyway, the war is over, and I retired early, alas..."

bold pulled up his fishing rod and saw that the bait at the top of the fishing line had disappeared. He took a red worm from the iron can beside him and hung it on it.

The bright hook went through the insect's body, and it writhed wildly in pain, and he threw it back into the water with a flick of his hand.

"Her name is swordfish. She is an A-class destroyer. She was launched in 1897 and sank only 20 years ago. It can be regarded as a new ship. I used to be her captain."

Su Ming understood that the class a destroyer was sunk in 1917. That war was the first World War. With eight years of sinking, it was the summer of 1925.

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