Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

"We got it! We got it! Everyone come and give it your all!"

Old Zhang reacted quickly and decisively pressed down the stop valve.

The downward movement of the steel cable suddenly encountered more resistance, and its original speed was reduced by a level. The high temperature generated by the friction caused by the "sizzling" sound resulted in the generation of some sparks.

"Pull the winch quickly, don't let that bastard get away!" Old Zhang shouted, placing his hands on the handles and making the first call.

The workers, who had been confused at first, all came over to lend a hand.

The creature on the other side was still pulling desperately, its skin torn and bleeding from the steel forks embedded deep within its body, yet it still clung to the steel cable with all its might, pulling it incredibly fast and long.

Under such incredible force, you can even see the dust deposited inside the steel cable being shaken out by the high-speed movement, creating a hot and pungent cloud of dust.

The oxides that sprayed onto the deck turned into grayish-black hues, their intense color adding a layer of fervor to this contest between man and behemoth.

Everyone exerted all their strength to turn the winch, or loosened it at the right time, constantly expending the animal's energy with each pull and release.

The men wiped the sweat from their heads, their tense faces a testament to the arduousness of the battle, and their hands were clenched with sweat.

This is a tension shaft that uses a combination of human and mechanical force, and it's already struggling so much. I can't even imagine how big the beast it caught must have been.

The brute force was still stubbornly pulling, determined to leave the people on the ship disappointed.

The stalemate lasted for half an hour.

Perhaps due to its dead end, the steel cable gradually became loose, and a rustling sound could be heard from the sea breeze.

Blood loss and prolonged exhaustion had rendered the sea monster powerless and unable to perform any actions.

It's tired, and it may still be sucking in seawater with its gills wide open, but the cold seawater will only exacerbate its hypothermia, working in tandem with the bleeding from its wounds.

A sense of helpless despair emanates from the gradually bending steel cable.

"It's out of strength, everyone give it your all!" Old Zhang, an experienced man, waved his arm, urging everyone to exert their strength.

With a single call to action, a yank and a pull, and the giant beast hidden beneath the shattered ice was suddenly yanked out.

It is a Starfire Hornwhale, a second-tier creature.

Its fiery red skin was exposed on the sea surface, its body was somewhat pale, and the spiracles at the top of its head were opening and closing continuously, making its breathing more rapid.

The steel fork pierced its left side, near the chest cavity, and it was expected that its lungs had been punctured, with blood likely flowing into the pulmonary ventricles. It was now merely clinging to life.

It flailed its limbs wildly, its fist-sized eyes darting around in panic, frantically trying to dive back into the sea.

Ultimately, due to the excessive force of the movement, the gun tip may have pierced a vital spot inside his body, causing him to lose all life and remain motionless like a fresh fish in a market.

To prevent other creatures from coming and stealing the food, thus avoiding a tragedy like that of The Old Man and the Sea.

The rope ladder was quickly lowered, and someone drilled a hole at the base of the whale's tail to attach a rope. A crane was then used to slowly pull the whale onto the deck.

The group stared dumbfounded at the monster that could swallow them all up to make a table for playing mahjong.

Even after a long time, I still couldn't calm down from the shock.

"Amazing, truly amazing! I never expected even the Tier 2 fortress's built-in Steel Fork Power Gun to be this powerful!"

A burly man patted his chest and slapped his hand card against the giant whale's skin, the sound particularly chilling.

"This is a sea monster, the kind that weighs tens of tons. Normally, we could only stare at these things helplessly, but now we can face them head-on and even take them down!"

"And the lord must be overjoyed that we managed to take down such a huge creature. He might even arrange a heated house for us to stay in, hehe."

Outside the crowd.

On the other side, Old Zhang stroked the steel fork barrel in his hand, pressing his entire face against it, as if trying to feel the heartbeat of this inanimate object.

His beard was so long it covered half his face, and it carried a distinctive sea smell, giving him the feel of a portrait of the writer Ernest Hemingway himself.

The bulkiness of his gloves and cotton coat did nothing to hinder the dexterity of his hands, and he was now busy inspecting any equipment related to his work.

After tapping the speargun barrel left and right without finding anything unusual, he skillfully gathered up the scattered steel cable and looped it in his hand.

He retracted the gun barrel, slowly and meticulously wiping away the bloodstains, and then smoothed the no-longer-sharp blade.

Only after he was able to easily cut off a single white hair of his own did he withdraw his hand with satisfaction and set the harpoon launcher to pre-firing mode.

"Hey Lao Zhang, you've got a big shipment, why aren't you coming over to chat with everyone? Stop checking your crappy harpoon."

The burlyest man in the crowd called out to Old Li, the insignia on his arm confirming that he was a fish-headed man.

"I'm not interested in those things. As long as I can catch fish, that's enough. I'd rather use that time to prepare for the next hunt."

Old Li continued with his work, seemingly unconcerned.

Upon hearing this, the man became enraged and rushed towards Old Zhang, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws.

With a gloomy face, he bent down and lowered his voice, cursing, "Old man, aren't you really afraid that others will take all the credit for your work? Listen to me! Come here!"

"Go if you want, my lord is discerning and the innocent will clear themselves."

"You... Ugh." Fish Head sighed helplessly, then straightened up, shook his hand, and strode away.

Then they joined a small fishing team.

Serious negotiations are still proceeding normally, but there are now more people who seem to be standing up for him.

"Boss, why are you talking to him so much? He's just a fisherman with no skills. What else can he do besides catch fish?"

"Boss, you should underreport his contributions to someone who doesn't know his place, so he won't take advantage of you later."

Although he was tired of hearing it, Yu Tou just laughed it off, trying his best to protect Old Zhang's interests so that others wouldn't get a big piece of it.

He firmly believed that capable people should receive more care.

Why isn't it Old Zhang who's the fisherman? He shook his head, still unable to figure it out.

Old Zhang is a veteran who has spent his entire life fishing and catching fish, and he is far more capable than this newcomer.

He deserves the title of fisherman, but why is it that he's not someone I feel comfortable with?

Being unworthy of one's position is a constant source of anxiety for every leader, and if you're unwilling to give up the benefits of your position, you can only live each day in constant unease.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at the strange old man again.

He felt a sense of relief, both inside and out, as he focused intently on the mechanical movements.

Who cares? Black cat or white cat, as long as it can do the work, isn't it a good cat?

He felt a little more at ease after adding another entry to Old Zhang's list of contributions in his mind.