Chapter 145: Hawaii

　　 This kind of bird with a red body, black wings, and a long pointed beak is called a sickle-billed tongue bird. Slade has it in his memory.
　　 It was standing on a tall tree, looking down at the black and yellow figure below, its eyes like black jewels shining with curiosity. This bird is very beautiful and very rare. Its beak is like a straw. It is a bird of the lingua family. Among them, it has blood red plumage.
　　 The reason for its rarity is that it only lives in one place in the world.
　　 That is Hawaii.
　　The Hawaiian Islands are composed of 132 islands, located in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate, and are world-famous tourist attractions.
　　Su clearly had the idea of ​​making money to go to Hawaii for vacation, but...it should be in Hawaii in DC.
　　 Now that I am so lost by Manhattan, people have indeed arrived, but the money has not arrived...
　　 The area of ​​this island is not small. It is roughly 100 square kilometers during the landing process. He specially selected a larger island. If the island is square, then it is a piece of 10 kilometers X 10 kilometers.
　　The problem is that there are no local speedboats on the surrounding sea, and there are no tourists on the island. The usable area of ​​this island is not small. Will the Hawaiian government let the money slip away?
　　 "It seems that the world I landed in, the time is out of sync with the real world."
　　 If it is Hawaii in 2018, as a world-famous tourist destination, this season is just right, then the private yachts in the sea should be densely packed.
　　 But if my current time is earlier than 1778, I would have arrived in Hawaii earlier than the British explorer Captain Cook. There is only Cannibal on the island...
　　Su Ming doesn't want it to be so early, the famous heroes and villains are not born yet, and the world is not lively at all.
　　The most urgent thing is to find a living person to ask, he has obtained enough information from the external environment, and more information has to be returned to human society.
　　 Mercenaries or killers have always depended on human social life.
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　　 The island is not small, but it is not great for Su Ming's foot power. After he deliberately speeded up, he quickly found the location of the port.
　　 A small port, it seems that there are only a few wooden houses, a simple dock, some dark-skinned sailors work on the dock, carrying things like pineapples and coconuts.
　　 This is an artificially excavated sea channel that forms a small port deep into the island. The surrounding lush jungle hides it, and the trees lie across the water like a corridor. This also makes the small port invisible from the air and is very hidden.
　　 Fortunately, seagulls are also here to beg for life, hovering in the air, and from time to time they will dive down and eat human goods. Su Ming relied on them to confirm the direction of the port.
　　 Of course, there is good news, that is, although the port is small, there is a small cargo ship parked at the pier. This small boat has an internal combustion engine and is emitting a little heat.
　　 "Fortunately, it's not a sailing warship or a raft..."
　　Su Ming looked down at his uniform, his waist and shoulders were damaged, and his armor was obviously out of line with the surroundings. But this is an island, he can walk around in shorts shirtless.
　　 took off his whole body armor and found a place in the jungle to dig a hole together with all kinds of light and heavy weapons. He only carried his own bag, which contained a pistol and some grenades.
　　 This is enough for him to solve some small accidents.
　　 He now looks like a swimmer who has just come up from the sea, but his skin is slightly paler.
　　 The target of inquiring about the news was a man who was fishing not far from the port. He was a white man. From behind, he looked very strong.
　　 "Aloha."
　　 Su Ming greeted him in Hawaiian, but it was because a person suddenly appeared behind him that surprised the angler and almost fell into the sea with his fishing rod.
　　 Su Ming took a quick step forward, grabbed the fishing rod and pushed it back into his hand.
　　 "Oh, ah... Roha."
　　 The fisherman is a white man in his forties and fifties. His face is full of traces of wind and frost. Only the wind on the sea can create such a face. Su Ming's previous guess was correct.
　　 At this time, he looked at Su Ming with curiosity, to be precise, at his scars.
　　 These are all war wounds before the death knell that had not undergone remodeling operations. After remodeling, he had self-healing factors, but they did not repair them. Scars are connective tissues of the skin, which are normally possessed by the human body. As a self-healing factor for latecomers, of course, regardless of previous accounts.
　　 had dozens of scars from gunshot wounds on his body, and there were also many scars and knife wounds caused by shells.
　　 A fisherman can feel the danger from Su Ming, just like his premonition when he is about to face a storm on the sea. He has seen many soldiers, but he has never seen anything that can make people fear only by breath.
　　 But seeing him wet all over, he should be a tourist coming to Hawaii for vacation? Is it swimming or surfing?
　　 Su Ming squatted by his side and naturally changed to English. He wanted to know the exact year and month from this person's mouth and how to get to the big city.
　　 If they are indigenous, they may not have enough knowledge, but white seafarers are often well-informed people.
　　 "My name is Slade, American, how about you?"
　　 The fisherman calmed down a lot. He refocused his attention on his fishing float, and the little red and white things floated and sinked with the waves.
　　 "My name is Boulder, a former British sailor."
　　 Su Ming raised his eyebrows. This person has clear eyes and white fingers, indicating that he has no addiction to tobacco and alcohol. It is definitely not as simple as a normal sailor.
　　 This person is missing a leg~EbookFREE.me~ There is a wooden prosthetic foot in the shriveled trouser tube, and the wood paint color is at least five years old.
　　 "Where's your boat?" Su Ming asked casually, sitting next to him and looking at the dock like a small chat.
　　 "It sank eight years ago."
　　 He answered calmly, as if it had been a long time ago, but his fishing rod quivered slightly in the water, causing ripples on the surface of the water.
　　 "The war is sinking?"
　　 "It was sunk by thunder, not far from my port. I don't know if it is a war sunk." Boulder smiled bitterly, full of self-deprecation.
　　 Su Ming has narrowed the scope of the age even more, and the age of mines that can sink steel ships will not be too early.
　　 "What is your ship's name? Maybe I have heard of it."
　　 Boulder smiled and shook his head. The expression on his face looked numb.
　　 "She is not famous at all. Although it was in the newspaper when it was built, you are too young to know."
　　 "The war is over."
　　 "Yes, anyway, the war is over, and I retired early, alas..."
　　 Baldera picked up the fishing rod and saw that the bait at the top of the fishing line was gone. He took out a bloodworm from the tin can beside him and hung it on it.
　　 The shiny fish hook passed through the insect's body. It squirmed frantically because of pain, and he threw the bait back into the water with a shake of his hand.
　　 "She was called the Swordfish. It was an A-class destroyer. It was launched in 1897. It was only 20 years since it sank. It was a new ship. I used to be her captain."
　　 Su Ming understands, the A-class destroyer was classified and sank in 1917. That war was the First World War, plus eight years of sinking, so now is the summer of 1925.