This is a position, not only Hydra was deployed, but also several machine gun positions and two assault guns were deployed, which was designed to intercept possible enemies at sea. However, there was no enemy situation for a long time. The soldiers gathered together in groups of three or three to chat, barbecue or gamble.
Dawson looked at it for a while and guessed that the other party should have gone to bed, so he walked towards his fishing rod and picked up the bucket.
In addition to picking up shells, his second activity here is fishing. The fish from this alien world are also particularly delicious. Not only are they roasted and delicious, but they are also great to eat raw, but they are all very clever and require some skills. Those waste soldiers have basically not successfully fished.
After all, the starch of the corpse really fades out of the bird, so you must eat something fresh.
"Battery Commander, get a big fish that is enough for all of us to eat!"
When a group of soldiers saw Dawson walking towards the beach with his homemade fishing rod, they immediately burst into laughter.
Dawson spat.
"It's really that big, it's hard to say who eats who!"
Soon, he came to the rock he sat on most, opened the fishing kit, took out a bait and hung it on the fishing line, tried the wind direction, adjusted his direction, raised his arm and threw it into the wide ocean.
The float began to rise and fall in the waves slightly. Dawson stared at the sea surface. The sea water here was very clear. It was logical that you could see the situation in the water, but there were many strange algae growing, which made the situation in the water actually very complicated. He tried many times before he tried this length of fish hooks that would not hook the seaweed.
All that's left is waiting...
Dawson sat down.
"It's weird..."
But within a few seconds, he felt a chill coming from the water, as if a pair of cruel eyes were staring at him from the water.
This reminded him of a childhood memory. At the age of nine, he and two friends were privately rowing boats to go fishing, but they floated too far due to the wind, but they were not afraid at that time. Anyway, they could row back with oars, so they simply started fishing on the spot.
It was at that time that he had the first time fearing the sea. Under the deep and dark sponge, he was staring at them for no reason, but Dawson felt that he put away the rod out of fear, but his companions did not.
Soon, a huge force grabbed the fishing rod of his companion. They thought it was a big fish. The two of them actually joined forces to grab the fishing rod and called for Dawson to help. But Dawson had just hesitated, and the two of them were dragged under the water together in screams. At that time, he was so scared that he hugged on the bow of the boat and let the boat sway violently. Until a few minutes later, when everything came to peace, he only found two shoes on the water, and his two companions completely disappeared under the sea.
From then on, he became afraid and angry about the ocean. He hoped that he could own a large ship so that he could hunt down the "sea monsters" mentioned by adults and avenge his former timidity.
But now, the feeling was back, and he saw the marine plants under the water trembling, as if the nerves were disturbed by pain, twisting at some slow and ominous speed—
The next second, a huge force came from the fishing rod in his hand, almost ejaculated, and the fishing line was also frantically pulled away from the reel.
"Ha! Come!"
Dawson instinctively grabbed the fishing rod, then pulled it back while retracting the line.
This is a big guy!
The challenge of prey aroused Dawson's determination, and he began to compete with the other party with all his strength. Perhaps today he could really catch a big guy who could eat enough for the entire camp!
He poured all his will and strength into his arms, from sitting to semi-kneeling, focusing without even paying attention to the sound of the communicator on his chest.
His fishing rod was gradually pulled into a huge arc and could break at any time.
Suddenly, the soldiers noticed that at the point where the surge was sinking, the water surface was folded, and a behemoth's blunt nose kiss emerged from the dense seaweed.
But it was soon, Dawson did not see its figure clearly, only the dim glitter and the ripples of silver bubbles.
Immediately afterwards, the water surged violently, as if a huge grey muscle could be seen twisting. Dawson realized something was wrong, but the pride of an angler made him unable to give up his prey-
The next second, accompanied by an unknown click, the power in his hand disappeared, and his fishing rod broke into three pieces.
Dawson fell backwards to the ground, his anger and anger made him roar. Then he noticed that the communicator had been ringing for a long time and quickly pressed the consecration.
“Hey hey hey hey!”
However, the only response to his end was screaming and roar, fierce gunshots, and a unique murmur with bubbles.
"Ah! Oops! The enemy attacks!"
Dawson was shocked, and finally he realized that the gunshots were not from the communicator, but behind him.
The soldier stood up suddenly and reached to reach his pistol.
But the next second his body froze-
A familiar smell of sea came, and a wet and terrifying appearance appeared in front of him.
At one moment, he blinked, thinking he was dreaming.
The creation that only appears in the deepest part of the nightmare is as tall as a giant, the skin on the back is like a piece of war-breaking iron with a dirty gray-blue color, the skin on the abdomen is rubber-like white, and the eyes on the prismatic head are like small glass-shaped black holes, full of strange enthusiasm.
Its limbs are very strong, wearing weird coral-shaped armor, and a metal backpack above its dorsal fin, with a tube connecting its gills. The thick tail fin kept floating left and right, as if riding an ocean current, holding a metal harpoon-shaped weapon in the left hand and pressing the gun belt at its waist with the right hand...
The most important thing is that, putting aside the limbs, this is completely a huge carnivorous fish!
Dawson heard the so-called legend of fishman in his hometown. Those who were cursed by stealing treasures from the sea. Every night when the moonlight would emerge from the deep sea, and they would come to cruise on the coastline and capture anyone they saw, especially children...
But when he grew up, he knew that it was a story about adults scaring children not to approach the dangerous beach at will, so he never took this seriously...
But today, he really saw it!
That terrifying bloody mouth and white teeth seemed to exist only in the darkest abyss trench.
And at its mouth, there was a fishing line...
Dawson immediately raised his pistol, but when he pulled the trigger it only made a click.
He forgot to get insurance!
"ah!"
The next second, the other party pierced his shoulder with a harpoon and nailed him to the spot.
Then the monster opened its hideous mouth, but made no sound.
"Oh...good..."
Chapter completed!