Four hours ago.
The North Atlantic Ocean.
The Hebrides Islands.
This was the northernmost archipelago of Scotland and one of the most desolate seas in the world.
There were surging waves, empty beaches, dangerous cliffs, and no man's land on all sides.
The nearest city was Dranberg, more than 100 kilometers away.
In the time of King Arthur, the city was used as a prison for convicts. In the age of the Great Voyage, it was occupied by the famous pirate Drake and became his hideout. In the time of King George I, it became a port for black slaves to evade taxes.
But now, with the disappearance of pirates, the black slave trade was abolished. There was only a sparsely populated town left, a town of a hundred people who relied on fishing for a living.
Except for birds and herring, no other species were willing to patronize this area.
But now, in this sea filled with cliffs, there was an old diesel fishing boat that was rapidly breaking through the waves.
There were four people on the boat.
The man driving the fishing boat was named Terry. He was a typical Caucasian, with a big nose, thin lips, and a big beard.
He was wearing old denim jeans, knee-high rubber boots, thick hands and feet, and a gray fishing cap. He was dressed no differently from other fishermen who caught herring in this sea.
But he was not a fisherman, he was not, and he was not.
Before the age of 20, Terry and his father fished at sea, but since he returned to his hometown after a life-and-death battle, he no longer looked down on fishing, a stable job with no future.
After more than 20 years of struggling in the sea of his hometown, he now had a job that was more profitable than catching herring.
Stowaway.
Stowaway.
The Hebrides Islands connected Scotland, Denmark, Iceland, and Norway.
Since the outbreak of World War I, the number of stowaways here had never stopped. Thanks to the desolate environment here, from time to time, foreign vagrants tried to use Scotland as a landing point, and then from here to the British Empire, hoping to find a job in England, where the environment was stable.
But Terry knew that most of those were unrealistic fantasies. After layers of exploitation, most of those stowaways ended up dead in a foreign land.
For more than 20 years, Terry had seen all kinds of guests, but this time the guests were different.
He had never seen anything like this before.
Through the blurred rearview mirror, he could see three weird guys sitting upright on the deck behind him. They sat in the same posture, and the sea breeze and waves hitting them were no different from hitting rocks on the reef.
Terry was very familiar with this temperament. Only soldiers could sit with such a straight posture.
However, Terry felt that it was strange to say that they were soldiers. Because the three of them were wearing large robes, their faces could not be seen clearly, and they were also wearing pointy and tall hoods.
It was not the ragged gown of a stowaway. The robe was pure black and brand new. There were scaly leather straps on them. Even in such a strong sea breeze, he did not panic in the slightest.
He had seen so many troops in this war, but he had never seen any country's troops dressed like this.
The only thing that could identify them was a red character on each of their arms.
Tai Li found the symbol familiar. He had seen it often in the newspapers in the past two years. It seemed to be a worker's organization in Germany.
But Terry wasn't sure, because the people in the newspaper didn't dress like them.
After passing through a wave, the boat jolted violently.
"Your guest this morning, which direction did he go?"
Suddenly, the one in front of the three, who was also the tallest, suddenly asked.
He sat still on the boat, as if his butt was welded to the boat.
"Uh …" Terry, who was thinking, was caught off guard. The three of them had not spoken since they boarded the boat. He thought that they did not speak English.
"What did you say?"
"I asked, which direction did your guest this morning go?"
"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
Terry pushed the question back. Although he was a smuggler, smugglers had their own rules. More than 40 years of life experience told him that the wisest way to live was not to get involved in any conflicts.
"Really? Looks like he gave you a lot of money. "
The tall hooded man said softly. His voice seemed to have an inexplicable magnetism that made people feel relaxed.
Terry, who was vigilant a moment ago, suddenly relaxed.
"Oh, you mean that generous little guest? He did give me a lot of money."
The hooded man: "Which direction did he go?"
Terry: "He also went to Handar Island and followed the Tay River to the inland south of Scotland. There's nothing there, and many people get lost and never come out. I advise you not to go in. "
Pa!
The fishing boat passed through another wave and jolted violently. The sea breeze blew, and Terry came back to his senses.
He felt like he had said a lot of things, but he could not remember what he said.
In the rearview mirror, the three people were still sitting like rocks. Just like before, their expressions did not change at all.
"Damn it."
Terry muttered and sped up the fishing boat. He wanted to end this strange business as soon as possible.
Fortunately, the boat soon reached the shore of the island. There were lichens and moss everywhere. The cliffs were mottled sedimentary rocks and jagged rocks. The cliffs by the shore were covered with bird droppings.
Two burly men stood on the shore, smoking and waving at the boat.
Seeing them, Teri heaved a sigh of relief. He was a cautious person and would not do anything that he was not confident in. Those two men were his cousins, and they were in the smuggling business with him. They were very reliable partners.
Terry parked the boat, and one of his cousins came up to put down a rusty iron rod, and the other tied a rope to it.
Terry said, "Let's get off here. The price is 45 pounds in total. I'll give you a discount and charge you 40 pounds. If you want to take a car, you'll find it 30 kilometers east along the coast. "
With that, he stood on the side of the boat with his hands on his hips, waiting for one of the three to come out and pay the bill. His two cousins stood beside him to prevent any accidents from happening. After all, they were in an illegal business, and they received all kinds of customers.
The three people on the boat stood up, and the tall man in the lead asked softly, "Did the short man get off here too?"
"Yes, yes, don't ask. Just pay and go. There are coast guards in this area," Terry said anxiously.
Ignoring Terry's uneasiness, the tall man turned his head and said indifferently, "Uberprufen." (Check)
The other two silently got off the boat and spread out. They turned their heads and looked around. One of them even took out a black stick and drew circles on the ground.
Seeing them like this, Terry narrowed his eyes. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. He slowly lifted his half-wet shirt, revealing the mahogany revolver at his waist.
His two cousins saw that Terry's expression was unfriendly. They looked at each other and reached into their pockets, where there were two thick knife handles.
Terry was a smuggler, a man with blood on his hands. He had seen dangerous stowaways, murderers, robbers, and thieves, but in the past 20 years, no one had ever taken advantage of them.
However, a scene that shocked Tyley appeared.
The tall hooded man's chest suddenly bulged, and then a silver Sparkle monkey head popped out. It had long silver fur and huge eyes.
It quickly climbed to the hooded man's shoulder and looked at Terry sympathetically. Then it closed its eyes and shook its head in the air.
Terry had never seen this kind of monkey, not at all.
His two cousins were completely dumbfounded.
The silver monkey suddenly opened its eyes and pointed in a direction, squeaking.
The hooded man nodded, and the other two men with black sticks immediately put away their black sticks.
The three of them walked in the direction the silver monkey pointed, without any intention of stopping to pay.
Terry was furious. He pulled out the revolver at his waist. With a click, he pointed forward.
"Hey, stop, what are you doing!"
His two cousins pulled out their machetes.
However, the three of them walked in front, one in front and two behind. Their pace was steady and determined, without any intention of stopping. It was as if they didn't hear his shouts.
Terry put his finger on the trigger, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. He was also someone who had participated in war, and he didn't shy away from killing.
However, at this moment, something suddenly fell and landed on Terry's shoulder.
Terry thought it was a seabird in this area, but when he turned his head, he was immediately dumbfounded.
It was a creature he had never seen before.
It had the body of a butterfly, but it was as big as an eagle. It was green all over, and there were purple keratin bumps on its wings. It had cold red eyes and sharp hooked claws.
Terry was dumbfounded.
In the next second, the creature opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth and a purple tongue.
It hissed and didn't give Terry any time to react. It pounced on Terry's face. Terry, who had never seen such a situation before, panicked. He hurriedly tried to tear the monster off his face.
"Idiot, help!!"
His two machete-wielding cousins were also dumbfounded. They couldn't care less about the three strange men anymore. They hurriedly tried to help Terry pull the strange creature away.
The monster was so tight that even an adult's strength was useless. The monster opened its mouth and its tongue drilled into Terry's head.
"Ugh!!"
Terry screamed in agony. He felt as if all his memories were leaving him, including his emotions and rationality.
The two cousins panicked and began to tear at him.
But at this moment, two more strange creatures fell from the sky and landed on the shoulders of Terry's two cousins.
The two looked at each other and were instantly engulfed by great fear.
They didn't care about anything else as they ran in a panic without knowing where they were going.
They didn't run far before they fell to the ground. Each of them struggled and twitched.
On the other side, Terry couldn't even remember his own name. In the end, he pulled the trigger in desperation.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The smoke dispersed, and after a few gunshots, the beach returned to silence.
Terry fell on the beach and didn't move. It was the same for his two cousins.
The green and purple wings hugged Terry's face. On the empty beach, there was a teeth-numbing sucking sound. Half of its body had drilled into the head of the man in front of it.
Finally, the teeth-grinding sound stopped.
The green and purple creature pulled its head out and shook off the blood on its body. Then, it spread its wings and quickly chased after the few men who were left in the distance.
Not long after, the other two finished eating and started to chase after their master.
Only the three bodies were left on the desolate beach. Each of their heads had a bowl-sized hole drilled into them, and there was nothing inside.
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