"It's not that I'm afraid. After all, my personal safety is a small matter. But when Chinese people beat Chinese people, I really took this hand. Of course, I don't want to sacrifice my soldiers for nothing. Besides, we are also soldiers. Those who should show the integrity that soldiers should have. We must never be weak in front of them!"

The officer said solemnly.

The Capricorn copywriter smiled and said, "Don't worry, my boss will definitely convince the military to ask for instructions."

The officer sighed and said, "I don't ask about political issues, but I have so many soldiers who have sacrificed for these Japanese spies. This order is not so easy to get out. It depends on whether your boss is in a big position!"

Capricorns have no interesting response to this question, but the expression on their faces gradually becomes complicated, as if they are worried about something.

Seeing the professor and their speedboat gradually disappearing on the surface, the naval officer suddenly turned to look at Capricorn and asked, "What is the origin of that person who plays the violin?"

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that there was such a strange man in the world who could control dolphins and emit such a large range of sound waves, and his weapon was just a common violin!

What is the reason for this?”

Capricorn thought for a while and said, "Well... I'll tell you in a more understandable way. What is our human ability to accept sounds and light? It's..."

As he said that, Capricorn began to explain in a long way.

However, after hearing a little, the officer showed an irritable expression and said, "Stop, stop, please stop, please stop, I can't understand these things at all. I can only say that people like you have different thinking from normal people.

But you really can't be missing in this world. Alas, I won't understand you anymore!"

As he said that, the naval officer made a chilling move.

...

After leaving on a speedboat, the professor and his group walked towards the mainland.

Although the speedboats provided by Bay Island are not large, they are more than enough to carry them.

Park Jianwoo always hugged Chunzi who was sleeping all the way, staring at the sea with dull eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The dosage of the tranquilizer used by Wandao was very sufficient. Chunzi slept very heavily, but she kept frowning, as if she was having some nightmare, which kept her heart being tortured.

When Park Jianwoo saw Chunzi like this, a look of distress flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but hug her tighter.

Zhang Xiyang, a American man, Louis, was sitting on the other side of the boat. They looked at the tsunami of Bay Island that was getting farther and farther away, and remained silent, not knowing what they were thinking about.

Yaya leaned on the side of the boat, holding Maimati tightly in her arms, the only relic she gave her when she died, the special sniper rifle.

It seemed as if Maimati's soul was locked in this rifle, making her miss it.

...

Everyone had their own thoughts, only the professor stood at the bow of the boat, playing a melodious song with sadness, as if it was a kind of attachment and reluctance to the depths of the sea.

Several white dolphins were surrounding the speedboat and jumped out of the sea from time to time, as if an envoy from the deep sea was seeing off the professor.

At this time, Damao walked behind the professor and gently put his suit jacket on the professor.

"Professor, the sea breeze is so strong, don't stand so high. Look at your little body, don't blow it. If you are tired, go to sleep for a while."

The professor asked and smiled when he heard this, but he didn't answer.

Da Mao continued to approach and said, "Hey, you said that the naval officer on Bay Island is really good at pretending. If you hadn't been in the tsunami and started the entrance to play with your life in the cross, their broken island would have been washed away.

It would be fine if they didn’t treat us as their life-saviors, but they still wanted to use missiles to hit us?

Damn, if we were not for the sake of our ancestors, I would have to teach them a lesson well, otherwise I would not have a memory!"

While gently pulling the bow, the professor casually said, "It's normal. People like us are born to solve problems. When the problem is solved, we will lose the value of existence.

Calculation we have earth-shaking skills and can only be used in special times. This is our destiny.

Besides, is it really that important to be heroes? Is this question of whether God exists or not? Is it important?

We are just a group of people living in the shadows. Who will remember our names? So it doesn’t matter whether we are heroes or not.”

Damao scratched his head and smiled, "Haha, it's still a professor who has a high awareness and speaks one by one. Once you say that, I'll be relieved."

As he said that, Da Mao turned his head, waved to Zhang Xiyang and Louis, and said, "By the way, aren't you two going to let me change jobs and defend world peace with you?

Come on, now the professor is back. If you two can move him, let alone let me defend the earth, even if you ask me to move bricks on the moon, I will follow you!”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiyang and the other two looked at the professor standing at the bow of the boat, then looked at each other, as if they had given up their previous thoughts and did not go up to talk to each other.

Both of them knew very well that even if they had the most attractive conditions in their hands, they had to see who the negotiation was.

Obviously, the artist in front of them who is proficient in philosophy and sees through the essence of things will not be tempted.

Damao seemed to see their thoughts from the two of them, and smiled proudly, turned around and said to the professor, "By the way, professor, I have always wanted to ask you something, how did you know that we are in danger and then it appeared?

I had seen the mermaid princess look at you before, and it looked like a cat in love. That look...tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk.

You said why did she let you come back? Tell me how to get out of here?"

When the professor heard this, he stopped his movements, but did not speak.

He just looked melancholy, looked at the dark blue sea in front of him, and recalled the scenes before him at the alarm clock.

Those scenes are exactly what Damao is very curious about. He and the deep-sea mermaid princess Cinderella and others, below the Penghu waters, happened in the ruins of the Cross City.
Chapter completed!