Chapter 159: Gunsmoke (49k)

Finished.

Kai's body expanded rapidly like a balloon that was being inflated.

Hard black scales gradually covered its entire body, and its palms turned into webbed claws like a turtle. Cracks appeared in its abdomen, and a fish head emerged, staring at Carlos in front of it in a strange and sinister manner.

"Gulp!"

Kai let out a strange cry, and the fishman who was fighting with Carlos immediately retreated. He straightened his abdomen, opened his huge mouth with a terrifying look, and started to bite Carlos.

Carlos immediately pulled out a merciful hand cannon given to him by the military from his trouser pocket, which had never been used to kill a living being, and fired it at the fish's mouth.

There was a loud bang.

"what--!"

Kai, who had taken a hand cannon with his mouth, covered his abdomen with a fish head with half of its face missing, blood and intestines flowing out, and howled in pain: "How can you use a gun?!"

Carlos was too lazy to explain to the monster and pursued it, shouting, "Stop! Give up resistance!"

Kai was actually controlled for a second before he came to his senses.

Another gunshot and another blow.

Kai almost died in his first battle.

Carlos let out another strange howl, and the surrounding fishmen immediately launched a desperate attack on him, saving Kai from danger and slightly easing the situation on Mason's side.

"Mason! We have detected that the Carney has launched two missiles, and the target is the Silver Star where you are currently! All bases in the nearby area have lost control and cannot be intercepted. Be careful!"

Hearing the urgent sound coming from the phone, Mason took the time to look at the land. There were so many pairs of fish eyes that seemed to glow even in the night that he couldn't count them all at once.

Isn't it like a fisherman setting up a nest at this time - going ashore without coming back?

But being hit by a missile would mean death.

Fight!

"Carlos, there are missiles!"

After yelling desperately, Mason and his group began to try to break out.

After finally killing all the miscellaneous soldiers around him, he saw that the fish boss on the opposite side had already escaped, so he could only rush to the stairs and lower the stairs connecting to the dock.

Fishmen kept jumping out of the water to obstruct them.

At this moment, looking up, they could already see two "starlights" in the distance, coming towards them.

Carlos roared, and his body structure changed rapidly, with wings and sharp claws, a giant eagle took off into the sky.

However, he overestimated his speed. Only then did he realize that he could not interfere with a missile traveling at a speed of several hundred kilometers per hour.

So they had to change their target and start throwing objects at the fishmen on the shore to buy time and space for Mason and the others.

Mason looked at the missiles in the sky in despair, but it was too late.

"diving!"

He knew that the water must be the home turf of these fishmen, but he had no choice now. At least being under water could somewhat cushion the shock wave caused by the explosion.

Thump thump.

Boom——!
A ball of fire exploded, and the shock wave blew away some of the fishmen who were close to it.

The next second, another missile attacked, but it hit the dock, splashing sea water everywhere, and many fishmen were directly shattered into a bloody rain.

Carlos hovered in the sky anxiously, flapping his wings awkwardly, looking at the sea for survivors.

Blood continued to emerge from the sea like flowers, and it was impossible to tell whether it was from merman or human.

Along with streams of bubbles, two entangled figures emerged from the water, fighting each other.

Carlos swooped down and grabbed both of them.

One was a fishman, so slippery that his head was crushed and he fell down, and the other was Mason who survived the disaster.

"Mason?" Carlos just guessed.

"Yes, it's me."

Mason took a slow breath, wondering if as long as he got closer to the extraordinary, his luck would turn into a blessing in disguise.

It was the same last time when he followed Jamie. Almost all the people in several teams died, and he was the only one alive.

The situation is probably similar now.

Carlos continued to hover in the sky for a long time, but still found no other survivors.

"Go east! There are many uninhabited islands and atolls to the east!"

Mason, who had recovered a little, shouted into the wind.

Carlos nodded, hesitated, and finally turned to
"This way, this is east!" Perhaps seeing that Carlos couldn't tell the direction, Mason showed him the way.

However, Mason's actual target was not the east but the north. That was used to confuse the fishmen below. He would let Carlos point out the real direction after he flew above the clouds.

So the man and the eagle gradually climbed up and disappeared into the night.

On the ground, Kai, whose injuries had almost recovered, stared at the distant night sky with dead fish eyes and sent a group of fishmen to chase him, but he didn't care too much about it. Although this extraordinary person was stronger than he thought, he was not so strong that it was impossible to believe.

At least they are afraid of group fights.

Compared to that extraordinary person, the real test is about to come.

He knew very well that America would not tolerate this.

More troops and more terrifying firepower will inevitably be sent to attack.

But it doesn’t matter, the sea is their home ground.

Come, let you be buried in the belly of the fish, and use your humble life to announce the revival of the Ancient of Days!

"Gulp! Gulp!"

Kai stood in the flaming wreckage of the Silver Star, his arms raised high, and the fish heads emerging from his belly continuously spewed out mouth-watering fresh live fish.

The fishmen below cheered and shouted: "Gugu! Gugu!"

It's not just the Kwajalein base. If you raise your angle of view, you can see that in the night, in these bases in the Mare Islands, thousands of humans, merfolk, and merfolk are shouting.

All bases have been completely destroyed.

In the sky.

After flying for more than an hour, Carlos glided out from the clouds in the air, continuously decreasing in altitude, and began to become shaky.

A strong feeling of hunger attacked his brain, and he even began to think that Mason on his back might be delicious.
He shook his head violently to dispel the horrible thought.

"We're almost there, right there. Do you see it? There are a few coconut trees up there. There must be coconuts."

Mason had already climbed from the eagle's feet to its back, shivering with cold, but that was nothing to him. The key was that Carlos must stay steady. As a teammate, he had a general understanding of Carlos' abilities and side effects, otherwise he would not be able to cooperate with him.

When Carlos heard the word "coconut", he thought of the thirst-quenching coconut juice. He forced himself to muster up some energy and flapped his wings hard to slow down his descent.

The sand was approaching.

flutter.

Carlos shoveled a trail in the sand.

Mason rolled a few times to relieve the force and swallowed a mouthful of sand, but that was no big deal. Before he could even stand firmly, he quickly turned around to check on Carlos.

On the beach, Carlos' body shrank and slowly became skin and bones. All the weight he had gained from recuperation and weight gain in the army was directly consumed.

"Wait for me, I'm going to pick some coconuts! I'll be right back!"

Mason felt relieved to see that Carlos was still breathing. He looked around in the moonlight and saw that this was just a small reef beach, but there were indeed a few coconut trees growing tenaciously.

Mason took off a piece of clothing and twisted it into long strips. He quickly climbed up the coconut tree and sawed off all the coconuts with his folding knife.

He dropped back to the ground, made a hole in the coconut, and carefully filled Carlos's bowl.

As soon as Carlos tasted the coconut, he couldn't help but catch it with his hands and sucked it wildly. After drinking four coconut waters in a row, Carlos finally came back to life. He looked at the sand and the sea around him in confusion, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"How are we doing now?"

"Bad, but alive."

Mason tried to give Carlos some confidence with his smile, but it was too bitter.

"The intelligence from headquarters just revealed that the base in the Mal Islands can no longer provide support."

"That is to say, the bases in the Mal Islands are under control, so the best options for transferring troops from the nearest bases are the Hawaiian and Guam bases."

"It's too difficult for a helicopter to come here. Even if the military is willing to send a vertical take-off and landing fighter, it will take some distance to fly with the aircraft carrier. Do you still have your watch?"

Carlos nodded and held out his hand, carefully protecting his watch as he transformed.

"That's good. The simpler things are, the more durable they are. So this thing only has the functions of checking time and positioning. At least it can let them know where we are."

Mason felt that at least there was some hope.

But there is not even any shelter in this area. If the fishmen chase us, we can only wait for death.

But luckily, if he were to catch up, he had led us in the wrong direction at the beginning, so hopefully he could delay us a little.

Mason was indeed successful. He fooled those fishmen whose brains were slowly starting to become inadequate. By the time they realized what was happening, two days had passed.

In just two days, the two aircraft carrier battle groups dispatched by America had approached the waters of the Mare Islands and had already obtained detailed information on the islands using satellites and drones.

"Everything seems to be normal for the residents of Maro Port, but to be on the safe side, we will block the port until this incident is over."

"General John, officials from the Mare Islands have sent a letter of protest."

"The destroyer USS Carney has been sunk, and no signs of maneuvering have been found on the remaining base patrol ships."

"All bases are deserted. I suspect they are on the seabed. Active sonar should be kept enabled 24/7. We cannot give them a chance to launch a surprise attack."

On the USS Miller, the combat situation center, all kinds of information are gathered, and the staff officers constantly summarize new information from it.

"The reconnaissance plane has found Carlos. He and another survivor are currently on this island. We have sent a helicopter for rescue."

"General, we have detected a group of strange birds emerging from the clouds and approaching, but there is no response from the radar."

"Try to shoot it down."

The anti-aircraft guns roared, and the flock of strange birds seemed to be showing signs of falling.

"Report, General, the underwater sonar detected abnormal signs, but the underwater detector feedback image showed no abnormalities."

"Activate battle plan based on sonar."

After receiving the order, the destroyers and frigates launched Hedgehog bombs based on sonar feedback.

Bombs exploded on the seabed one after another, but it seemed as if they were exploding the sea water. Apart from disturbing this small area of ​​sea, there was no visual feedback.

Moreover, the explosion disrupted the operation of the sonar, and effective information could not be received in the first time.

All personnel have already taken up their corresponding posts, their palms sweating, not knowing what kind of enemy they are about to face.

A light fog began to appear and quickly thickened in a short period of time, blocking the ships from visual observation.

"Satellites can observe that there is an unusually dense fog in our sea area."

"No, from now on, don't trust any visuals, including the cameras of the machines. We can only trust radar and sonar."

Admiral John sent down the order to all ships.

At the same time, under the frigates and destroyers, fish heads poked out of the water, and those pairs of fish eyes were quietly waiting for the elders' orders.

"Gulp!"

"Gulp!"

The fishmen began to climb onto the ship, walking on the smooth hull as if it were flat ground.

Before a sailor could see what it was, he was knocked to the ground by the fishman who jumped up.

"There are enemies!"

Some of the sailors who had just taken out weapons from the armory opened fire in retaliation.

A sailor fired wildly at a fishman who was approaching him, but it seemed that he could not hurt him at all. The bullets went straight through his body. He could only watch the other party approach and then pass through him.
"fake?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, a fishman jumped out from somewhere and choked him with his sharp claws.

"The Mitchell was attacked by the enemy!"

"The Harvey was attacked by unknown creatures on board!"

"The USS Delaware has lost contact!"

Alarms kept coming from all over the place. This method, which was completely different from modern warfare, made him feel that his many years of service experience seemed completely useless.

But at this moment, he must be responsible for everyone's life.

"Keep in touch with General Perry and synchronize all information with him."

"Disband the formation, all ships, keep your distance."

"Supply ships immediately withdraw from the battlefield."

"Lock down all ships' missile launch systems."

"Open the armory, everyone, get ready for close combat!"

"Fighter plane."

Looking at the thick fog, he hesitated: "Send out all fighters and do your best to support the fleet."

As orders were conveyed one after another, the staff in the command room became busy.

With the aircraft carrier as the center, the surrounding ships kept reporting that they were under attack, but the aircraft carrier, as the flagship, could not see any shadow of the enemy. It could only keep its nerves tense at all times, arranging fighter jets to take off while keeping an eye on possible enemies that might appear in the thick fog.

flutter!
A slender black shadow was thrown out from the sea level, flew up to a height of hundreds of meters, and slammed into the deck of the aircraft carrier with great force, directly crushing several fighter jets and ground crew members.

The length and weight of several dozen meters, plus the fall from a high altitude, caused the aircraft carrier to tilt instantly, and some people even accidentally fell into the sea.

"This is the Delaware?!"

In the thick fog, although this black giant has been twisted into a twisted shape, it can still be vaguely distinguished that it is a submarine.

Specifically, it was half of an attack nuclear submarine, with traces of explosion on it.

Can they be the enemy of a monster that can throw a nuclear submarine hundreds of meters high like a toy?
Waves of chill attacked the backs of everyone present, and they felt that there was a high probability that they would not be able to go back.

"The Harvey has lost contact!"

"The deck of the Larsen has been occupied. Request to open the sea valve."

As more and more unfavorable news continued to arrive, John took off his hat tremblingly.

"allow."

"Send out all the anti-submarine missiles. It should be right under us."

"Notify the base that any ship that has lost contact is no longer a friendly force and must be sunk immediately."

slam-la-

The huge sound waves almost covered up John's voice even through the armor. The windows on the deck and the island dripped as if it was raining, but when people looked up, they found that it was a thick, black pillar that reached the sky, pushing aside the sea water and standing beside the aircraft carrier.

Even in the thick fog, they could feel the suffocation brought by such a huge creature.

There were not just one or two, but seven or eight black pillars of indistinct height surrounding them.

It was not until the black column hit the aircraft carrier that they could see the terrifyingly large suction cups on it.

This is the tentacle of a giant deep-sea monster!
There were continuous bangs, which were the loud sounds of tentacles hitting the deck.

In just over ten seconds, the more than 300-meter-long aircraft carrier was completely wrapped and entangled by the terrifying group of tentacles extending from the bottom of the sea.

(End of this chapter)