"What is it?" Sir Alex Ferguson glanced at the sea doubtfully and turned to Miss Doom and Planck.

He found that he had never seen such a monster in his life. Judging from that size and appearance, is it possible that …
"The dragon shark is the one that swallowed up three of my ships, including my baby," said Miss Doom bitterly. "I didn’t expect it to come here. Is it really easy for me to bully?"
"Wait, you mean you’ve met it?" The supporters behind Sir Alex Ferguson’s father Miss Doom naturally know that the news of Miss Doom’s army’s annihilation is more than that of the operation.
But he didn’t hear Miss Doom talk about it, this terrible monster, and now they are still here …
"Boom-"The dragon shark attack is still going on. Without Bill Giwater, it has not taken any defensive measures so far. It has even more brazenly shuttled back and forth along the coast, biting all the boats docked on the shore as easily as biscuits.
The wind and waves are still increasing, which has far exceeded the roaring degree of 10 thousand galloping horses, and has already obscured the full moon on the horizon. The wild and one-story high waves are constantly licking the hair back and forth to guard against the coastal posture that may roll up at any time and engulf the whole Bilgewater.
There is no place to stand on the coast. Ten yards are always swept away by the wild tide to the dangerous area to reinforce the Bill Givoort Self-Defense Force. There is no foot at all.
This is not a blessing from the sea. This is a disaster. Blue Flame Island has not experienced a major disaster for decades.
The terrible dragon shark has made its own bathtub off the coast of Birgewater.
"Yes, we met it and got away with it." Miss Doom looked at the doomsday scene in front of her, sighed naively and looked at Planck. "Captain Planck, it’s time for you to invite our lovely fisherman friend out and let him persuade him to be a shark friend again."
"Little Fish Man?" Torre Ferguson looked at Planck strangely. "That creep Fitz?"
"It’s a nuisance Fitz, but dear Sarah, don’t you remember? That’s your good friend "Planck nai shrugged his shoulders to show ability.
"But it’s best with your dear third mate," said Miss Doom, almost gnashing her teeth. She couldn’t help thinking of that damn kid and … that dinner again.
At the thought of dinner, she couldn’t help but look at Planck. It was rare … Sorry.
"Oh, I’m so sorry about my third blind Jack. I gave him a vacation two magic hours ago. I don’t know where he is." Planck was looked at by Miss Doom with some confusion. "I think …"
"So you have a way to get this damn dragon shark away?" Dad Ferguson sounds a little crazy and wants to kill someone. Is this the time to make wisecracks?
"Oh, yes," Planck nodded and bowed like Chen Senran.
"Then get rid of it quickly." Ferguson was even more annoyed when he saw Planck bow. He almost jumped up in impatience.
"Yes, sir." Planck touched his nose and paused for a moment. Then he suddenly shouted around, "proto, you fucking son of a bitch, you’d better be here now or you’ll be waiting to feed the sharks."
"Oh, my dearest captain, I don’t want to feed sharks. That’s really not a good idea." proto shouted as promised in a second.
See him half-length, half-pants, limping and almost hobbling out of the corner.
Have you wiped off the inferior lip prints on his face? You can tell at a glance that he has just crawled from a woman’s bed in a brothel.
"Good. You go to blind Jack and ask him to bring the fisherman Fitz." Planck didn’t care about his hands, which absolutely humiliated him and waved like a fly. "Now, if I can’t see them in front of me in ten minutes, you will …"
"I’ll feed the sharks. Oh, my God, sharks don’t like to eat me like this." proto got dressed quite humorously and limped away.
His back still looks funny.
But no one laughed
At this time, everyone is staring at the shark in the sea that seems to never get tired.
If we wait a minute longer, the damage caused by that shark will be greater. There are many private docks, and the members of the self-management Committee are bleeding from their hearts. However, there are many ships parked at Freedom Pier …
That’s all money! ! !
"Jack is blind, Jack. Hey, brother, come out. I don’t want to feed sharks." Thin Putuoluo shouted sometimes in Chen Senran’s ear during the huge storm.
"Are we going out?" Fitz, the fisherman, glanced uneasily at the people gathered by the coast.
In fact, their attic is close to Planck’s place, and he can hear Planck’s conversation with Chen Senran’s ear.
Fishman Fitz can hear better, too.
Although it says it is like being a hero, it still feels a little bad to see the dragon shark there wantonly destroying and everyone is sad.
"No longer wait" Chen Senran still shook his head calmly. He was in no hurry, not at all.
In his spiritual world, it can be detected that a large number of people are gathering in this direction.
The stage is about to be set up, just waiting for the big play.
"I think we’re …" Ferguson’s father turned his mind away when he saw that the savior had not come yet.
Although Bill Givoort has no political institutions in name,
But how can a place have no real ruler if it wants someone?
He is now the ruler of Lanyan Island, and he must maintain his ruling power.
Especially when he saw a lot of people coming this way.
He must safeguard his safety and property.
"Let’s do it," he said firmly, waving at the elite guards who came with the people to Birgewater.
Guns, roses, muskets, ready to be continued
Ps first Geng
This week’s push ratio is not ideal
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"Bang-"
"Bang-"
"Bang-"
The uniform musket drew a harsh light in the thick night.
The guns and roses of Bill Giwater’s elite guard lined up in front of the roaring waves. They calmly pulled the trigger and were afraid before the close wind and waves.
Several bullets flew out of their guns and broke through the wind and waves, hitting the terrible dragon shark hard.
Their marksmanship is more accurate than that of others. There is no wave. Every bullet has reached its proper position, and the metal has made a dull sound in the rapid blessing of gunpowder and the collision of flesh and blood.
"Pa-"