This kind of bird with a red body, black wings, and a long pointed beak that curves downward is called a sickle-billed gull, and Slade has it in his memory.
It stood on a tall tree, looking down at the black and yellow figure below, its black gem-like eyes sparkling with curiosity. This bird is very beautiful and very rare, with a beak like a straw, a bird of the family Trichoglossae, and
Among them, it is the only one with blood-red feathers.
The reason why it is rare is because it only lives in one place in the world.
That's Hawaii.
The Hawaiian Islands consists of 132 islands, located in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. With beautiful scenery and pleasant climate, it is a world-famous tourist destination.
Su Ming did have the idea of taking a vacation in Hawaii after making money, but... it should be in Hawaii in DC.
Now that Manhattan has been so abandoned, the people have indeed arrived, but the money has not arrived...
The area of this island is not small. During the landing process, he roughly estimated it to be about 100 square kilometers. He specially picked a larger island. If the island is square, then it will be an area of 10 kilometers x 10 kilometers.
So the question is, there are no wealthy speedboats on the surrounding sea, there are no tourists on the island, and the usable area of the island is not small. Will the Hawaiian government let the money slip away?
"It seems that the time in the world I landed in is out of sync with the real world."
If it were Hawaii in 2018, as a world-famous tourist destination, and this season was just right, then there would be densely packed private yachts in the sea.
But if the current time is earlier than 1778, then he has arrived in Hawaii earlier than the British explorer Captain Cook. The only people on the island are cannibals...
Su Ming didn't want it to be so early. The famous heroes and villains hadn't been born yet, and the world wasn't lively at all.
The top priority is to find a living person to ask. He has obtained enough information from the external environment, and more information needs to be returned to human society.
Whether they are mercenaries or killers, they have always relied on human society for their lives.
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The island is not small, but it is not big enough for Su Ming's foot strength. After he deliberately speeded up, he quickly found the location of the port.
It is a small port with only a few wooden houses and a simple pier. Some dark-skinned sailors are working on the pier, carrying things like pineapples and coconuts.
This is an artificially dug sea channel, forming a small port deep into the island. The surrounding lush jungle covers it, and the trees lie across the water, like a corridor. This also makes the small port invisible from the air, and it is very difficult to detect it from the air.
It's hidden.
Fortunately, seagulls also make a living here, hovering in the sky, and swooping down from time to time to steal human cargo. 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 dock. This small ship has an internal combustion engine and is emitting a touch of hot steam.
"Fortunately, it's not a sailing battleship or a raft..."
Su Ming looked down at his uniform. The waist and shoulders were damaged. The armor was obviously incompatible with the surroundings. But this was an island, so he could walk around shirtless and only in shorts.
He took off all his armor and dug a hole in the jungle to hide all the light and heavy weapons. He only carried his bag, which contained a pistol and some grenades.
This is enough for him to solve some minor accidents.
He now looks like a swimmer who just came out of the sea, but his skin is slightly whiter.
The target of the inquiry was a man fishing not far from the port. He was a white man and looked quite strong from behind.
"Aloha."
Su Ming greeted him in Hawaiian, but the fisherman was startled by the sudden appearance of a man behind him, and the fishing rod in his hand almost fell into the sea.
Su Ming quickly took a step forward, grabbed the fishing rod and stuffed it back into his hand.
"Oh, Ah...Roha."
The fisherman was a white man in his forties or fifties, and his face was full of traces of wind and frost. Only the sea wind could cause such an appearance. Su Ming's previous guess was correct.
At this time, he looked at Su Ming curiously, or to be precise, he looked at the scars all over his body.
These were all battle injuries that Deathstroke had before he underwent transformation surgery. Later, the transformation gave him self-healing factors, but they were not repaired. Scars are connective tissue in the skin, something that the human body normally possesses, and are self-healing for latecomers.
Of course, the factor does not care about the previous old accounts.
There are dozens of scars on his body from gunshot wounds alone, and there are also many scars and knife wounds caused by shells.
Fishermen can feel danger from Su Ming, just like the premonition of a storm on the sea. He has seen many soldiers, but he has never seen one that can make people fearful just by his breath.
But looking at his wet body, he must be a tourist on vacation in Hawaii, right? Is he swimming or surfing?
Su Ming squatted next to him and naturally switched to English. He wanted to know the exact year and the way to the big city from this man's mouth.
If they are indigenous people, they may not have enough knowledge, but white sailors are often well-informed people.
"My name is Slade, American. What's yours?"
The fisherman calmed down a lot. He focused his attention on his float again, and the little red and white thing floated up and down with the waves.
"My name is Bird, and I am a former British sailor."
Su Ming raised his eyebrows. This man's eyes were clear and his fingers were white, which showed that he had no habit of smoking or drinking. He was certainly not as simple as an ordinary sailor.
This man was missing a leg, and inside the shriveled trousers was a wooden prosthetic foot. The paint color of the wood must have been at least five years old.
"Where is your boat?" Su Ming asked casually, sitting next to him and looking at the dock together as if chatting.
"It sank eight years ago."
He answered calmly, as if a long time had passed, but his fishing rod trembled slightly in the water, causing ripples to appear on the water.
"Sinked in battle?"
"It hit a mine and sank not far from our home port. I don't know if it counts as a battle sinking." Bold gave a wry smile, full of self-mockery.
Su Ming narrowed the scope of the era even further. Mines that can sink steel ships will not appear too early.
"What's the name of your boat? Maybe I've heard of it."
Bold smiled and shook his head. The expression on his face seemed numb.
"She is not famous at all. Although it was in the newspapers when it was built, you are too young and you probably don't know."
"The war is over."
"Yeah, anyway, the war is over and I retired early, alas..."
Balder pulled up the fishing rod and saw that the bait at the top of the fishing line had disappeared. He took out a red worm from the tin can next to him and hung it on it.
The shiny fishhook passed through the insect's body, and it twisted wildly in pain. He threw the bait back into the water with a flick of his hand.
"Her name is the Swordfish. It is an A-class destroyer. It was launched in 1897 and it was only 20 years before it sank. It is considered a new ship. I was once her captain."
Su Ming understood that the A-class destroyer was classified and sank in 1917. That war was the First World War. Add in the eight years since it sank, so now it is the summer of 1925.