Dream Travel

Chapter 43 Inexplicable Persistence
Fishermen who fight flying sharks will at least feel tired, but no one can kill all of them.

The fisherman wanted to rest, but the sharks didn't give him time to rest, and more sharks flew over.

"Come on, you damn sharks!" The fisherman roared, waving two harpoons with great force. Baimu opened the roof of the car and started shooting at the sharks.

Fishermen no longer say that shooting sharks with guns is a blasphemy against fishing.

These sharks have no moral principles. At first, they were flying around and attacking people, but now they are clearly targeting him.

The fisherman opened his eyes wide and looked at a shark flying in the distance. The shark was about to bite a passerby who fell into the water in a panic, but when it approached the passerby, it suddenly turned flexibly and flew towards the fisherman.

The shark's fins seem to have become the wings of a bird.

boom--

The flying shark was shot in the head and fell over in the rising water.

"...Well done." The fisherman's throat moved and he continued to roar at the sharks flying around. With the help of the white curtain, the fisherman felt much less stressed.

After Bai Mu's magazine was almost empty, the number of sharks nearby decreased a lot. The fisherman wiped the blood mixed with rain from his face, and looked at the shark corpses floating around, feeling a strong sense of accomplishment.

It's just that the sharks that were shot and died are a bit eye-catching. They use guns as fishing nets. There is too much martial ethics, but there is no tradition.

"My name is Bai Mu, and I'm an investigator."

"Chuck Morritt." The fisherman reluctantly reached out and shook hands with Baimu. "There are no sharks here anymore. You can get out of the car now."

"Hey, we have fought side by side. You won't be so ruthless, right?" Bai Mu certainly would not leave easily. He still wanted to know more about Chuck.

Although this fisherman was a bit too "war-crazy", at least he could listen to what people said.

Fisherman Chuck thought for a moment and said, "Then keep driving."

As he spoke, he fiddled with the crossbow that he had thrown aside. After reloading the crossbow, he aimed it at the sky.

All the sharks here have been killed, but there are still sharks wreaking havoc in other places.

Bai Mu was just about to say that the distance was too far when Chuck pulled the trigger. The flying crossbow arrow hit a shark, and the rope with the hook on the crossbow arrow then affected other sharks.

Seeing this, he immediately shut up. This crossbow was just as abnormal as the person.

Chuck took out an iron plate and wrote a number on it.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and leave. There won't be so many sharks after the storm is over."

Bai Mu started the car and asked Chuck, "Do you have a grudge against these sharks?"

"No, but I just want to hunt them, and these sharks are still attacking humans." Chuck shook his head: "Seafood should be treated like seafood. I won't let go of any shark that comes ashore!"

Inexplicable persistence.

Bai Mu thought about it and drove towards the hospital. This boat car worked quite well, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to take it back.

It is said that when I came out of the dream, I took a small animal with me... Oh, that's useless. When a dream walker comes out of the dream, he must be in an unobserved state. He cannot go back if there is someone around him.

"Wait, you're going the wrong way!" Chuck shouted excitedly, "Let's go to the beach!"

You are really not afraid of death. Bai Mu looked at Chuck speechlessly: "My bullets are almost used up. If I encounter the situation just now again, I won't be able to help you."

"I have ammunition in my fishing lodge," Chuck said flatly. "Don't you dislike using guns?"

"I just don't like fishing with a gun." Chuck relaxed his arms to relieve the fatigue.

His fishing lodge is on the West Coast. It is also equipped with airbags, which can float when the water level rises and can remain motionless even in a storm.

Looking at the small house on the shore, Bai Mu was stunned. Not to mention whether this thing was an illegal building on the West Coast, if the fisherman Chuck had been in it all the time, he would definitely not be able to find anyone.

It turned out that not not noticing Chuck at first was not his problem, but Chuck's problem.

There are plenty of supplies in the fishing cabin, and Bai Mu found a large amount of ammunition here. God knows how Chuck got these things. He wondered if Chuck had a special identity in this dream?
Inside the cabin, Chuck replenished his crossbow bolts, prepared two more harpoons, and ate a lot of pickled fish. After a rest, he said with high spirits, "Let's go!"

Bai Mu, who was chewing on a pickled fish, asked, "Let's find a place with lots of people?"

The fisherman hesitated.

Baimu continued, "Places with many people seem to attract more sharks."

"I can think of that too. Go where there are a lot of people!"

The storm has been going on for some time. Most of the people are still in the city. At the seaside, those who are smart and run fast have already escaped, while those who are stupid and run slowly have already been fed to the sharks.

Bai Mu rubbed his hands and took away two more boxes of ammunition. Apart from anything else, it would be more fun to shoot with more bullets. He could also find a suitable place to practice shooting after taking these things back.

The fisherman couldn't stand it any longer: "Damn it, you've never seen a bullet before? Come here and take whatever you want when the storm is over! Now put down the damn box in your hand!"

The more ammunition boxes Bai Mu carries, the more sharks will fall into his clutches.

"Just in case, what if we encounter a lot of sharks next time?"

"I can kill all the sharks!"

Fisherman Chuck blushed and picked up the second crossbow: "I was just not well prepared before."

"How about I put this down and take that away?" Bai Mu looked at the guns in the fishing cabin.

“…” Chuck kicked the ammunition box onto the boat cart: “Get out of my fishing cabin now!”

They continued on their way. The storm was still going on. There were a large number of sharks swimming under the rising water. Chuck, who had rested well, was like a shark man with a pervert. Any shark that passed by would inevitably be stabbed with a fork, no matter if it opened its mouth or not.

Bai Mu, who was driving, saw a shark passing by and took out his pistol to shoot it, but he retracted his arm that was sticking out of the car window even faster, and a shark brushed past the car window and dived into the water.

Bai Mu shot the shark again.

"Bai Mu! Drive carefully!" Chuck waved the harpoon and killed the sharks flying towards him.

Bai Mu saw two sharks falling into the water through the rearview mirror. What level would it take to tear the sharks apart with a harpoon?
Along the way, Chuck's laughter continued, and he was invincible wherever he went. Bai Mu decided to have a good chat with Bo Lei after returning to find out what kind of person Fisherman Chuck is in real life.

"Hahahaha, you bastards, let me show you who is the shark king of Los Angeles!"

"Chuck, how do we fold up those airbags?" Bai Mu asked Chuck loudly. He didn't find anything that looked like a switch in the car.

After leaving the flood-affected area, the boat status of the car became a bit of a burden.

Chuck paused in his laughter: "Let me find the remote control——"

(End of this chapter)