Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

"But he is wrong. There are tens of thousands of people watching behind me. Defeating me does not mean you can defeat the entire free country. What we rely on is not military force, but national strength."

"In the face of national power and sufficient mass, it's like an advanced civilization attacking a lower civilization. It's not a fair duel. To be honest, I'm very sad. I dreamed of becoming a superman when I was a child, but I have to kill my childhood dream with my own hands."

"But this is not a bad thing. Anything that we can defeat is constantly proving that humanity is on the right track."

"To prove this point, I don't mind satisfying your curiosity a little and revealing some of the military operations."

"In fact, we have already sent out our most elite troops. He is too naive to think that he can escape the entanglement of land creatures by running to the sea. Unfortunately, this is our home turf."

"Although aircraft carriers and a large number of warships were dispatched, their mission was only to patrol the territory and bring back the bodies of the stupid thieves who invaded the territory."

“So we who are in the fleet only need to do two things. One is to smile, and the other is to applaud. Of course... I have no objection to applauding in advance.”

clap clap.

As soon as William finished speaking, the ambassador couldn't help but applaud.

The reporter hesitated for a moment, and finally joined in the applause.

William and the ambassador looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

it is more than words.

at this time--

The adjutant knocked on the door and came in, sweating profusely, not caring about the presence of outsiders. He said, "Sir, there is a problem with our plan. The 15th Submarine Squadron successfully intercepted the target, but they were all wiped out in less than five minutes of exchange of fire."

"We have to speed up. Otherwise, at the current speed, it will be impossible to conduct a second interception before the enemy lands in San Francisco."

"..."

"...?"

"—?!"

These two sentences instantly froze the expressions of everyone present.

William and the ambassador didn't even have time to put away the smiles on their faces.

Most of the viewers who were watching the live broadcast were even praising his remarks, and his originally notorious reputation seemed to be turning around.

But all this came to an abrupt end with the warm atmosphere.

The entire office...and many other places around the world fell into deathly silence.

Inside the ward, the half-eaten apple in Asako Kusakabe's hand fell to the ground, and she looked furious as if a bullet had pierced her heart.

"Submarine squadron? Is that impressive?"

Yang Noi asked curiously after a brief surprise.

"It's not a question of how powerful it is... that's a nuclear submarine... No, it doesn't matter whether it's nuclear or not. The key is how did he fight with the submarine on the bottom of the sea? Not good. I can't imagine that scene in my mind at all."

Looking at Kusakabe Asako mumbling, Yang No pursed her lips and showed a bit of pity.

It's not directed at Asako Kusakabe.

But it's aimed at the people on the TV screen.

"…How pitiful it is that I have to fight him."

Without him.

Because you will definitely encounter many strange and terrible things.

The blow it causes to a person is even greater than death!

The primitive man opened his eyes: 28. Survival game on an uninhabited island (revised)

Just by looking at a world map, who would have guessed that the total area of ​​the Pacific Ocean is larger than all the land areas on Earth combined.

There are more than 20,000 islands scattered across the Pacific Ocean, half of which are uninhabited.

As a result, many literary works about "shipwrecks" were born.

But no normal person would think of experiencing survival on a deserted island in person.

Because that is not seeking life, but seeking death!

In other words, when this thought arises, it is equivalent to having the idea of ​​'suicidal'.

As an ordinary JK, Himiko neither wants to commit suicide nor is she bored enough to seek excitement, but she still ends up stranded on an uninhabited island.

She ate the grilled fish in her hand silently.

The fish without any seasoning and even with a slightly burnt smell is by no means delicious, but in order to avoid starving to death, I had no choice but to eat it.

"This island doesn't look like it has any indigenous people, and there are no islands nearby. It looks like we can only wait for the ship to pass by."

"If there is no ship, will we have to stay in this damn place forever?"

"if not?"

The random conversations that come into your ears can easily make you feel discouraged.

Himiko quietly observed her three temporary companions sitting in front of the campfire.

A dark-skinned but tough turbaned man, Masashi Miyamoto

A fat otaku who is not much older than her, Akira Mitsu

An upright middle-aged physical education teacher, Kondo Isami.

She was not the only one stranded on a desert island.

Everyone was rejected by the people around them, and ended up being kidnapped by strangers, taken on a transport plane and dropped on this island.

There is only one purpose for doing this.

That is, fighting.

BTOOOM! This large-scale online game produced by the super company [Tyrannos.JAPAN], which uses various bombs called IBM instead of guns to fight, has sold three million copies worldwide.

A real hit.

But just like the Pacific Ocean is actually larger than the total land area, this game is not limited to the Internet.

Privately distribute the survey form, and as long as you fill in the name of "the person you hate and hope to disappear", you will receive a reward of one million yen.

The person whose name is written is very likely to disappear someday in the future.

Himiko thought it was just an urban legend or a trick of a fraud gang, but she was wrong. The people who distributed the questionnaires really kidnapped people.

Then they implanted a special chip on the back of each person's hand, and distributed bombs similar to those in "BTOOOM!", forcing these kidnapped people to fight each other on a deserted island.

To put it simply, the goal is to turn "BTOOOM!" into a real-life game.

Only those who have collected eight chips can leave the deserted island.

Himiko was not sure whether the organizers would keep their promise, as the small group including her had just arrived.

Not to mention collecting all the chips, I don’t even have the courage to fight.

but--

It is definitely not a good idea to just think about surviving on the isolated island and avoiding the fighting, and use the limited number of bombs to bomb fish.

"At this point, all we can do is collect the chips as soon as possible as they said."

Miyamoto Masashi said calmly.

Kondo Isami was very resistant to this proposal.

"There are still many people being transported here by plane. They are in the same situation as us. Now is the time to work together. Don't say such things even as a joke."

"What a passion, hypocrite."

"I am a teacher. I must uphold justice and abide by morality. This is the most basic principle."

"Who knows... Look, when I took out the bomb, you subconsciously reached for your waist bag."

Masashi Miyamoto played with the sci-fi-looking ball in his hand with a playful smile.

Kondo Isami's expression was stiff, with his hands on his waist, neither putting them up nor lowering them.

"You boasted that you are a sixth degree judo master, but it seems that you are not so confident in your own skills. Let me prove your righteousness."

Miyamoto Masashi suddenly grabbed Himiko, strangled her neck with his hands, and made a classic hostage-taking gesture.

"what!"

"Stop! What are you trying to do!?"

Kondo Isami reached into his waist bag and grabbed the bomb, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Choose, either kill me or I kill her."

Miyamoto Masashi sneered.

"Everyone calm down... Quick, look! There's a boat coming!"

Zhao Sanguang was in a panic, wanting to stop the fight but afraid of being beaten.

Just then, he saw a shadow appear on the sea in the distance, which looked like the outline of a ship. He was so excited that he shouted without even looking carefully.

When he shouted, the two people who were in a tense confrontation were stunned for a moment.

Himiko didn't even have time to panic.

The four of them looked towards the sea at the same time.

"No, that's not a ship."

Miyamoto Masashi had sharp eyes and immediately sensed something was wrong.

There was indeed a dark shadow heading towards this side, but it was just an oval-shaped black object with a part of it protruding above the water. It was not as big as a cruise ship, but more like an overturned fishing boat with the bottom facing up.

"I seemed to see someone standing on it. Could it be the 'real' victim?"

Kondo Takashi frowned.

Himiko and Akira Mitsuo said nothing and looked a little depressed.

It's not a pleasant feeling to have your hopes dashed.

But as the unidentified object got closer, the silence and suspicion turned into unshakable fear.

This is not a ship or a floating object, it is clearly a huge killer whale!

The upper part of the body is black and the lower part is white. Since the abdomen is hidden under the water, it cannot be seen completely. From a distance, you might think that the black spot is the outline of a ship.

The reason for this illusion is that it is so huge.

There is no access to the beach at all.

It stops swimming in shallow water fifty meters away.

If we go any further we will definitely get stuck.

...No, it's been stranded.

The linga sitting on the killer whale jumped down and kicked hard at the side of its head. The terrifying force pushed its body to rotate half a circle on the spot, completing a forced U-turn.

Next, the killer whale only needs to flap its wings to move back to the deep water area, so Linga doesn't need to worry.

However, considering its honesty, I still gave it one more reminder:

"If you don't want to be cooked, stay away from this island."

The killer whale didn't understand what cooked meant.

But it could hear the strong malice in the words.

It immediately increased the frequency and strength of its flapping, like a sparrow anxious to get away from a tornado.

Seeing this, Linga ignored it, crouched on the spot, jumped up backwards, and his relaxed muscles and bones seemed to condense into a ball and then exploded in the water, sending him up to a height of more than ten meters in the air.

It curled up in the air, hugged its knees, and moved across the sky along a wonderful parabola, then landed on the beach like a missile launched from a submarine. The fine sand formed visible bulges that spread outward in circles.

Almost exactly like ripples in the water.

The sharp and smooth edge like a plowshare was filled with a force called "shock wave", which directly tripped the dumbfounded four people to the ground, making them see stars.

Normally, falling on the sand wouldn't cause such a disaster, but Linga's 'curling' - simulating an underwater explosion by losing strength and then concentrating his strength - had become more and more sophisticated, and he could create shock waves even on sand, which was softer than concrete.

This vibration can even react with the water in the human body, and the result is no different from an 'underwater explosion'.