Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

With a whoosh, the bullet, trailing a long, narrow streak, cleaved the horizon and the sea in two.

The sky and sea, now completely separated, blend into one color.

In an instant, the bullet flew at incredible speed, and the tracer beam surprisingly pierced through the black-robed man's left abdomen.

The force of the absolute surplus also eroded some of the flesh and blood, and various organs that had fallen out could be seen.

It flowed sparsely across the ice, leaving a patch of sinister purple stains.

"I got it!" He Feng jumped up excitedly, his eyes shining brightly.

"I didn't expect to hit it from such a distance, nearly eight nautical miles. I doubt even modern sniper rifles could achieve that."

Moreover, He Feng had only roughly determined the general location; whether he could actually hit the target was still uncertain.

But just now, he clearly felt a boost, guiding his elbows to align and his body into the best shooting position.

"Perhaps this is the unexpected bonus of the weapon, the Mourner."

He Feng felt a chill run down his spine and gripped the pistol in his hand even tighter.

On the ice layer far on the horizon, half of the black-clad man's robe and body had been cut off, yet he still stood firm.

Once the shattered body was exposed, one could see some mollusc-like tissues swaying sadly, connected to each other, stopping the bleeding in this peculiar way.

Its body is very slender, which He Feng roughly deduced from its arms and waist, which have not yet fully differentiated into soft tissue.

Perhaps this will confirm that it is still a human being.

If he's not dead, then we should give him a final shot.

Faced with this uncontrollable threat, no one knows what trouble that inhuman creature might cause next.

He Feng raised his gun, preparing to fire one last shot at him, lest things get complicated.

When He Feng stopped pretending and met its gaze with a cold and stern look, he inexplicably felt a sense of sympathy for it.

A faint purple light emanated from the head of the man in black robes, directing a beam of light directly into He Feng's eyes.

Sudden.

On the brink of life and death, He Feng developed a different kind of emotion.

It was as if a long-lost friend was gazing at him with the eyes of someone reunited after a long separation, stirring a deep emotion within him.

It looks familiar, but I just can't remember who it is.

But we've definitely been through a lot together, that's undeniable.

With his elbows slightly drooping, He Feng's determination to hold the gun gradually became apparent.

Instantly, his face began to contort, his breathing became extremely rapid, and he began to empathize with this unfamiliar individual.

This emotion compelled him to burst into tears and even feel guilty about his situation.

"What the hell is going on? How could I possibly develop feelings for this kind of thing, and it's even called friendship?" He Feng suddenly shook his head and asked himself.

The purple light grew stronger, but He Feng could not look away and could only weep as he faced the light source.

He let the flowing water wash over his face, his unspoken emotions washing away his tears.

Sympathy and self-blame form an unsolvable positive cycle, reinforcing each other and then giving rise to a sense of self-loathing.

Lost in thought, He Feng, immersed in this emotion, actually turned the gun barrel away.

He Feng wants to commit suicide.

Even now, even if someone is driven by such emotions, the most foolish person can still understand what has happened.

"It's definitely a psychic attack." He Feng wiped away the hot tears on his face and made a firm statement.

"Psychic abilities, huh? I have them too. Don't look down on me!"

"Sanqi, help me!" He Feng roared inwardly, directly accessing all permissions for Sanqi's mental ability baptism.

Baptism can manipulate information entropy, not just extract valuable intelligence from a vast world of data.

More importantly, it can also violently bombard the other side with a large amount of invalid and garbage information, burning out their brain.

Humans cannot be forced to accept a complex flow of information in a short period of time; they need to digest and analyze it. This is an ironclad law that nature has set for humankind.

Clearing his jumbled thoughts, He Feng stared intently at the ever-brightening purple light.

"You like to cry, right? I'll give you even more opportunities to cry."

"Dad's going to give you something good to watch. You'd better accept a Qiong Yao drama with thousands of episodes of plenty of tears."

Memories of the agony of being forced to watch prime-time dramas with my mom suddenly resurfaced.

"The Temptation of Going Home, Romantic Drama, and the Story of a Lonely Wife's Plea for Love—I have so much more to offer!"

The long-dormant fragments in his mind were forcefully unleashed by He Feng, pouring out without a trace through the connection between Zi Guang and He Feng.

A torrent of images flooded his mind, and for a moment the black-robed man who was facing off against He Feng twitched, his supple body twisting like a maggot.

Sometimes she stomped her feet, sometimes she hit her chest with her sickly, pale arm; her emotional fluctuations were no less than He Feng's.

When the purple light faded to the point of being unable to exert any control, a sentence involuntarily echoed in He Feng's mind.

"What kind of melodramatic content is this?!"

"A great opportunity!"

With the offensive and defensive strategies shifting, He Feng quickly suppressed his grief and seized the opportunity to abruptly turn his gun around.

"To be honest, I don't really enjoy watching this kind of stuff, but it's not a bad thing to put a movie in your head and listen to it when you're bored, is it?"

He gripped the exquisitely crafted gun handle, readjusted his erratic breathing, and made himself as still as the surface of a tranquil lake.

"Bang!"

The bullet was fired, this time hitting the purple light source beneath the black-robed figure's shadow.

Then his entire body collapsed to the ground, lifeless, with only a bowl-sized hole gushing blood.

After a long stalemate, He Feng finally confirmed that the guy in front of him was definitely dead. He then turned around and gave instructions to the crew member in charge of navigating the course.

"Let's choose a location 8 nautical miles to the northwest as our destination for testing the fortress's movement later."

……

A colossal ship, towering like a mountain range, slowly made its way through the solid ice.

Because its current size is already enormous, it no longer needs to rely on its own weight to crush the ice.

Instead, it utilizes a more primitive yet effective impact force, like a sharp knife slicing through the ice.

A gap was drawn in the ice curtain, separating the two worlds and revealing what lay hidden beneath the ice.

If you're not careful, you can see some dark shadows swimming underwater, their dorsal fins slightly exposed, greedily surveying which unlucky soul has fallen into the sea, ready to feast on them.

The ideal is lofty, but until...

"Whoosh"

The whistling sound of the wind breaking through the air was short and sharp, without any hesitation, shooting out from the harpoon cannon.

Wearing a tail chain, it disappeared into the still swaying seawater in the blink of an eye, and vaguely seemed to collide with a dark shadow.

The iron chain on the winch continued to fly down, and after a few seconds it suddenly tightened with a "bang".

"Here it comes, the big one!"