"Impossible, they must still be on this island." Wei Ran and Sterling made the same judgment in unison.

"All right"

Hawks rolled a cigarette for himself indifferently, "Whether they are still there or not, I will make bows and arrows from now on."

"In that case, I'll go collect supplies in the afternoon."

Before Wei Ran could finish his words, he, Hawks and Sterling discovered, outside the woods, on the reef beach in the far distance at the southeastern end of the island, bursts of flashes of light.

"It must be Evans! But he is so far away that I can hardly see it clearly with my telescope."

Sterling held up the telescope and made a judgment. At the same time, he slowly translated the flashing light signal, "He said he needs two people to go over and help!"

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Wei Ran was the first to say, and at the same time he had taken off the umbrella cloth tied around his neck and covered his head and face like a later Middle Eastern Kongbu member.

"I'll go with you!" Hawks took a puff of his cigarette and said, "I'm going to take a shower by the way."

"Take this." As Sterling spoke, he had already handed the telescope to Wei Ran.

"Be safe yourself"

Wei Ran pointed in the direction of Captain Evans, "If they come over, you can run in our direction."

"Don't worry!" Sterling said, having already picked up the Indian ax belonging to Captain Evans.

Seeing this, Wei Ran and Hawkes stopped wasting time, left the woods under the scorching sun, and ran in the direction of Evans.

Just as the two of them joined Captain Evans, at the other end of the island, the young pilot Jiro was still sneezing from time to time even though most of his body was in the sun.

In comparison, Akira was not much better either. At this time, he was squatting under the shadow of a coconut tree about ten meters away, with a painful expression on his face and doing the same thing with the chronic dysentery that Wei Ran had helped him cultivate.

struggle.

Fortunately, under them, or to be more precise, under the canopy that Jiro had hastily reinforced last night, not only had a bonfire been lit, but also a piece of meat as long as a forearm was brewing in the helmet placed on the bonfire.

Unknown sea fish, and a small turtle about the size of a fist.

Under the temptation of the fragrance, Jiro's stomach made gurgling sounds more than once, but Akira, who was more than ten meters away, was holding the only pistol on the island in his hand, so
Chapter completed!