The waves hit the rocks, making a rumbling sound. A large fishing boat slowly sailed towards the unknown island where the war was raging four days ago. The captain of the fishing boat was an old man in his sixties. He looked at the island getting closer and closer.
"Young man! We can't get any closer. We are not familiar with the waters here. If we hit the reef, we will be in trouble."
A young man standing next to him nodded: "Okay! Put the speedboat down and let me search the surrounding area by myself."
The captain nodded: "Okay! But who are you picking up, and why are they here?"
The young man said: "You don't need to know this. In short, we will pay you for your efforts, and you will forget about it after you go back."
The captain chuckled: "I'm the one who talks too much, I'm the one who talks too much." The sling on the fishing boat was slowly lowered, and a speedboat quickly sailed towards the island.
The young man said to a middle-aged man driving a speedboat: "Go around in a circle. If we don't see anyone, we will go to the island."
Three hours later, when the speedboat circled to the southeast, the young man found four people lying on a rock under the cliff in front, and shouted excitedly: "Quick! Where are they?"
The four people lying on the rock were none other than Ye Tianming and Shen Lang, who had survived the disaster. The remaining two guys were actually Santoso and Ichiro Ono.
Shen Lang watched the speedboat approaching quickly and cursed feebly at the young man on it: "Money! You didn't come until now. You haven't eaten for four days. Even if you haven't been blown up, you will starve to death."
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The speedboat stopped, Qian Ran jumped onto the rock and said, "If it hadn't been for the storm a few days ago, we would have arrived the night before yesterday."
The wound on Ye Tianming's shoulder had suppurated, and he didn't know where the saber was thrown. The bullet couldn't be taken out at all. But this kid was a pervert, and he was in great spirits. He looked at Qian and said, "Old turtle and Zhao Laohe
Woolen cloth?"
"They're on board"
Ye Tianming nodded: "Yes! Bring these two guys with you" pointing at Santoso and Ono Ichiro who were about to expire.
Now that they have found the person they want to respond to, there is no need to waste any more time. More than an hour later, Ye Tianming and the others finally boarded the fishing boat and then asked Qian Chong to find a dagger, roast it with a fire and hand it to Shen Lang: "Put the warhead on."
Dig it out for me.”
Shen Lang nodded, took the dagger and said, "Brother, please bear with me."
Ye Tianming smiled: "This injury is nothing to me."
The captain and several crew members watched as the tip of the knife slowly penetrated the festering wound, and black blood slowly overflowed. Not to mention how Ye Tianming, the person involved, felt, even they who were watching the excitement were frightened, but the expression on Ye Tianming's face never changed.
Change, body motionless
Shen Lang's hand kept swinging, and the tip of the knife dug into the wound for a while. Shen Lang's hand holding the dagger paused, and then he pressed down hard and a bullet that had turned black jumped out of the wound, "
It fell to the deck with a thud.
The crew members, Lao Turtle, and Zhao Laohe finally breathed a sigh of relief. The captain left in a hurry, and soon came back with a medicine bottle and medicinal gauze, "Comrade! This is the medicine we prepared ourselves. It's very good."
It works”
Ye Tianming smiled and took it in his hand: "Thank you!" Then he opened the medicine bottle and found white powder inside. He took it and poured it on the wound before wrapping it with gauze.