Mark Hanlow, a U.S. pilot, crashed his plane and landed on Skull Island in an air battle. His opponent, an island pilot, also suffered the same fate as him. War, no shudder, human history is a chapter The history of war, all wars, have nothing to do with human nature and morality, only life and death.

It must be said that two pilots from different factions were on this island at the same time. It must be said that it is a kind of fate. Well, the luck of the two is hard to say. If the luck is slightly worse, they probably died in the sky or in the sea. The luck is better... not long after they landed on the island , the war is over.

Because the scope of that war was too wide, some soldiers died after fighting. No one knows whether they died silently in a corner, or...

"So we won?! The war is over?! Not long after I landed?!"

Mark asked in a daze.

"um, yes…"

Looking at Mark's expression, everyone was speechless for a while. During the war, many wives were separated and their families were destroyed. Although Mark was a little unlucky, at least he was still alive. Well, at most he was listed on the death list. received a pension.

"So, you didn't come to see me?"

Mark asked with a subtle expression.

"..."

"How did you survive? There are monsters on this island!"

asked Weaver.

"Well, yes, there are many monsters on this island."

Mark said with a smile.

"Okay, maybe we should go. It's going to be dark soon. Believe me, the night on the island is more dangerous than the battlefield with bullets flying everywhere."

Mark waved his hand to signal the crowd to follow. Although they were not here to rescue him and made him feel lost, old Mark was already very happy to see the faces of fellow villagers and hear the familiar voice again.

……

The spiky city wall built by trees, passing through the city wall through small gates, a large number of original buildings inside, thatched houses, vegetable fields, and a large number of aboriginals with brightly colored tattoos on their bodies, all of which surprised the group.

"So the wall is there to stop that giant orangutan?"

Slikov asked curiously.

"No, they didn't build this to fend off King Kong."

Mark shook his head and said with a smile.

"... King Kong? Is that the orangutan's name?"

asked Weaver.

"...they live in trees, and I like to live under trees, come on, I'll show you where you want to live"

Mark did not answer Weaver's question, but led a group of people to move on.

"But we have to leave here, we can't stay here for long."

Nievs, the leader of the scientific research team, said excitedly.

"...It's not that easy to want to leave. I've been thinking about how to leave here all the time. I've been thinking about it for more than 30 years. It doesn't matter. I believe you will have a lot of time to think about this issue."

Mark said without looking back, and everyone looked at each other.

A heavily corroded ship appeared in front of the group of people.

"The Rover, as far as I know, was here ten years before me, and it is now a sacred place to the people here."

Mark introduced, and then led everyone into the interior of the ship.

Inside the cabin, rows of wooden planks were inserted into the ground. Something was painted on the surface of the wooden planks with white paint, including a huge and hideous mouth, and...King Kong.

"People here have been living on the island for many years..."

Before Mark came to the island, the humans on this island had been fighting against those huge creatures for many years, but the end result can be imagined, without heavy weapons, without aircraft and cannons, how could humans be the opponents of those monsters.

They run slowly and have no armor or sharp claws. Apart from their small size, humans are probably the most popular food on this island. Humans who cannot leave are struggling to survive on this island.

Until one day they discovered that there was a battle between the monsters, and two huge orangutans drove away another monster that often preyed on humans. At this moment, the humans on this island regarded the two huge orangutans as their protectors They worshiped and offered food, and the two orangutans seemed to accept offerings from humans, protecting humans intentionally or unintentionally.

But living beings, there is birth, old age, sickness and death. The two giant orangutans are slowly getting old, no longer strong, and finally died in a battle with another monster group, and their child, the last giant orangutan, also became the tribe's leader. The last patron saint is called King Kong by the people here.

"But it attacked us!"

Slickoff retorted.

"It's smart, kind, and likes to be alone, but no matter what, it is the well-deserved king and master of this island, and you will drop bombs everywhere as soon as you arrive here, destroying the environment here. Make trouble at home, what do you think I will do?"

Mark said with a sarcastic smile.

"..."

Everyone was speechless once again, and they compared their hearts to each other. If someone ran to your house and dropped bombs, then...

"So, that gorilla, uh, King Kong protected you? Then who is its opponent? Or what are those thick walls defending?"

Seeing the embarrassed crowd, Ning Wuyou tried to change the subject. Anyway, it was the soldiers who threw the bombs, and he was just a poor victim.

"If King Kong is the god of the island, then his opponent is the demon, a terrifying creature that lives underground."

Just thinking about it in his mind, Mark couldn't help showing a look of horror.

"…what is that?"

Dou Sen asked.

"People on the island dare not say their names, because they think that as long as the name of the devil is mentioned, the devil will come to them. However, I have seen that kind of monster, and I call them skeleton lizards."

Mark whispered.

"As for why King Kong is angry, besides the fact that you are making trouble in its territory uninvited, it is also because those skeleton lizards live underground, and there are only a few passages to climb up, but they are all blocked by King Kong with stones. The bomb you dropped..."

Mark looked at the group of people with complicated eyes.

"...I'm sorry, but in three days, there will be someone on the north side of the island to help us leave. If you want, you can go with us."

Dou Sen had to apologize for the deadly behavior of those soldiers. At the same time, if he wanted to leave here smoothly, a white veteran who was familiar with the terrain and could communicate normally was obviously a good choice.

"Three days?! Hahahaha...impossible."

Mark seemed to hear some joke and was out of breath from laughing.

"how?"

It's about whether you can leave here, and Dou Sen can only forcefully take over the conversation.

"Impossible, at least not on foot, let's go, I'll take you to see something."

Mark glanced at Dou Sen, turned and left, motioning for everyone to follow.

……

boom!
A strange-looking bird was shot in the head by Packard, spattering blue blood.

"As long as it bleeds, it can be killed. As long as we find enough explosives, the big guy will die as well."

Packard's eyes flickered, as if he had seen the damned giant orangutan being wiped out in the flames.

……

"Whoa, Mark, I have to say you've opened my eyes."

Seeing the decent boat in front of him, Ning Wuyou whistled.

"This was built by Junping and I. We wanted to use it to leave the island. Unfortunately, Junping encountered a skeleton lizard..."

Mark looked at the boat in front of him and sighed.

"...Well, sorry, but what are we waiting for since we have a boat?"

Ning Wuyou patted the sad-looking Mark on the shoulder and said.

"Um, but there is a small problem..."

Mark scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

There is something wrong with the engine, after all, it was removed from the crashed plane, but Ning Wuyou spread his hands and said that he can't repair the machine, so he just stood aside with Shan who also knew nothing about the machine and watched Weaver take pictures, the scenery, the city wall, Aboriginal, she seems to want to fit everything in front of her eyes into her lens.

hum~
A low cry came from outside the city wall. Weaver's expression changed and he walked towards the direction of the sound. Shan hesitated and followed.

Well, the heart is as big as the face, since there is a piercing wall here, it means that the vicinity is not so safe, Ning Wuyou sighed and followed.

An unlucky giant buffalo was hit by a falling helicopter and made low and intermittent screams. There was no pilot in the helicopter. It is estimated that it either fled before the crash, or...

Ning Wuyou turned his head to look at the two women who were struggling with the tail of the helicopter, and walked up helplessly, motioning for the two to leave.

This weight is nothing, but when Ning Wuyou raised the helicopter and was about to find a place to throw it out, he saw the two women stunned.

"…this……"

Ning Wuyou just wanted to forcefully explain a wave, but felt a light hand.

Pretty boy: O_O
Ning Wuyou: -!
King Kong grabbed the helicopter and wanted to throw it out, but Ning, who was in shock, didn't let go. As a result, the helicopter split into two amidst the twisting sound of steel, with the fuselage in King Kong's hands and the tail in Ning Wuyou's. inside.

call!
A flash of surprise flashed in King Kong's eyes, and then his nostrils widened, as if he had found something interesting, he threw the fuselage tens of meters away, and the huge body slowly squatted down.

Ning Wuyou looked at the handsome boy's huge nostrils and excited eyes, well, okay, he also casually threw the tail of the plane in his hand to the side of the fuselage.

Seeing this scene, Liangzi's eyes became more excited, and his breathing became more rapid. The huge airflow made Ning Wuyou's clothes rattle, and with the last touch of stubborn hair being overwhelmed by the airflow, Ning Wuyou put his head on his back. He looked helplessly at the pretty boy's big face that was getting closer.

grumble~
A strange cry came from afar, Liangzi's eyes changed, he glanced at Ning Wuyou, got up and strode towards the direction where the sound came from.

"... "

So you came here just to give me a haircut?Pretty boy, Ning Wuyou felt more and more that there was something wrong with this style of painting, and those two chicks who hadn't recovered yet, Ning Wuyou sighed again.

Ugh……

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