The leader of the camp is a bald man with a sinister face.
Hearing this, he threw away half of the cigar in his hand, stamped out the sparks, and grinned.
"These idiots came to our territory. There happens to be a shortage of slaves in the camp. Capture them all and brainwash them into our most loyal warriors within a few months."
Following the leader's order, the entire camp quickly moved into action.
Dozens of heavily armed terrorists, like pirates who smelled blood, jumped on several camouflage-painted speedboats. With their engines roaring, they broke through the waves and headed straight for the research ship.
Half an hour later.
On the deck of the research ship, Kevin is bending down to arrange a bundle of ropes.
Hearing the sound of the motor, he raised his head and saw several speedboats breaking through the waves.
At first, Kevin thought it was an enthusiastic local fisherman.
It wasn't until the speedboats fanned out and surrounded the research ship, and the black muzzles of AK rifles were all pointed at the deck, that he realized something was wrong.
"Turn off the flames! Everyone holds their heads in their hands and kneels on the deck!"
The leader on the speedboat yelled in broken English.
The people from the protection organization had never seen such a battle before, and they immediately fell into chaos.
The female member who just advised Kevin to throw away Goldfish was so frightened that her face turned pale and she backed away repeatedly.
One of the security guards on the ship had a bad temper.
Seeing something was wrong, he subconsciously reached out to touch the riot gun at his waist.
Bang!
A crisp gunshot ripped through the sea breeze.
A cloud of blood burst out from the security guard's chest, and he fell backwards, hitting the deck heavily.
The screams were instantly stuck in everyone's throats. No one dared to have the slightest idea of resisting, and they all knelt down in fear.
The terrorists on the speedboat laughed triumphantly and prepared to throw out the hook and force board the ship.
At this moment, a strange undercurrent suddenly surged in the originally calm sea surface.
At first, it was just large white foam rolling out of the water. Then, the water around the speedboat began to vibrate violently.
In the horrified eyes of the militants, a dozen gray dorsal fins cut through the water like sharp knives.
That's a huge group of sharks.
In the deep water further away, several whales weighing dozens of tons also surfaced, their huge bodies stirring the water.
Waves hit the speedboat's hull one after another, and the speedboat that was originally stable suddenly began to bump violently like leaves in the wind.
"Damn it! How come there are so many sharks in this area!"
The leader was so frightened that he barely managed to steady himself by grabbing the edge of the speedboat.
He raised his rifle and shouted an order, "Fire! Drive these beasts away!"
On the deck, Kevin knelt on one knee, looking calmly at the commotion on the sea.
He had no intention of letting those sharks and whales attack.
After all, these ordinary marine creatures are all made of flesh and blood, and they will die in vain under the intensive bullet fire.
He called them over, all he wanted was an opportunity to rock the boat and divert the attention of the group.
While the terrorists were scrambling to stabilize their center of gravity and aim their guns at the sea, Kevin stood up and put his palms into the pockets of his vest.
The decision is yours, Charlie!
A flick of the wrist.
Charlie was thrown over the side of the ship like he was throwing Rock, towards the speedboat with the leader sitting below.
In mid-air, facing the sea breeze, Charlie suddenly opened its mouth and let out a creepy roar.
Just one second.
The palm-sized Goldfish expanded rapidly during the fall, and its muscles were torn and reorganized.
The originally soft scales turned into indestructible dark golden bone armor, and the body grew Stormfront.
Boom!
A water monster that was more than ten meters long and covered with barbs slammed into the center of the armed speedboat with a terrifying gravity.
A few minutes later.
The sea surface became calm again, leaving only a few broken wooden boards undulating on the water.
On the deck of the research ship, the people from the animal protection organization were all lying on the ground holding their heads, not even having the courage to take a look.
Taking advantage of the gap, Charlie quickly shrank in the sea water. It rolled onto the deck along a wave, fell into the puddle with a clatter, and transformed back into the ordinary, inconspicuous Goldfish that was as big as a palm.
Kevin pretended to be so frightened that his legs were weak and he knelt on the ground. By adjusting his trouser legs, he picked up Charlie and quietly put it into his pocket.
"God... what kind of monster was that just now?"
The female member who asked Kevin to throw away Goldfish collapsed on the deck, shaking all over.
"I don't know, just Leviathan Godzilla. It scares me to death."
Kevin wiped the seawater from his face, looking shocked.
From the ruins on the shore, the prisoners and children who had been kidnapped and brainwashed emerged one after another.
Kimiko held his brother's hand tightly and his eyes fell on Kevin on the deck of the research ship.
She smelled a special fishy smell.
The terrifying giant beast that destroyed the camp just now had this smell on it, and the harmless-looking young man wearing a blue vest also exuded the exact same smell.
She guessed the truth.
It was this handsome boy who saved them all.
Kevin seemed to be aware of the sight. He turned his head and met Kimiko's gaze.
Kevin did not panic, and the honest smile on his face did not shrink.
He just nodded at Kimiko, then turned around to help other crew members collect the scattered equipment.
Kimiko immediately lowered his eyes and said nothing.
She only silently remembered this life-saving grace in her heart.
A few hours later, local rescue ships and police finally arrived at the area.
The militants were handed over, and the trapped prisoners were finally free.
Kimiko was wearing a thin gray blanket and holding a cup of hot water in his hand.
She looked at her brother who was devouring bread next to her, but her eyes were full of confusion.
The camp was destroyed and they were free.
But the world is so big, where can she go with her half-grown brother?
They have no identity, no money, and don't even have a shabby house to stay in.
An unopened bottle of mineral water was handed to her.
Kevin pulled an empty plastic basket and sat down, unscrewing the water bottle in his hand and taking a sip.
"Are you from Japan?"
Kevin looked at the horizon in the distance, "Don't worry about the travel expenses. The rescue organization will be responsible for sending you back to your country. But do you have any plans after you go back?"
Kimiko shook his head.
"If you really have nowhere to go, take your brother to Tokyo."
Kevin reached into his pocket, took out half a pencil and a crumpled piece of wrapping paper, put it on his knees and wrote a bunch of addresses.
He handed the wrapping paper to Kimiko.
"Go to this address and find a guy named Tommy. He is my friend. He lives in Japan and is very rich. That guy does nothing but play Arcade Machine games all day long and he lives in a very big place."
Kevin scratched the back of his head and continued with a smile:
"After you find him, tell him that a friend who raises Goldfish asked you to go there. He may complain a few words, but he will definitely take you in for a while. It's not a problem to lend you some money to settle down."
Kimiko stared blankly at the wrapping paper with the address written on it.
In the past five or six years, she had been beaten and hungry every day. She was used to the evil of human nature, and she had long been prepared to struggle to survive in the mire of the bottom class when she returned to society.
But now, this young man who met by chance not only saved their lives, but also helped them pave a way out.
The tears could no longer be controlled, and they fell heavily on the back of my hands.
Kimiko put down the water glass and pulled his brother to stand up.
She did not speak, but faced Kevin sitting on the plastic basket, bent deeply and bowed at a ninety-degree angle.
This bow was very forceful, carrying all the grievances she had felt over the past few years and her unspeakable gratitude at the moment.
Kevin waved his hand, stood up, patted the dust on his pants, turned around and walked towards the cabin of the research ship.