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Chapter 135 Looting [Part 1]

At dawn, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

The leaden-gray sea and sky blurred in the drizzle.

The wind wasn't strong, maybe level three or four.

But on the sea, it is enough to ripple the surface and create waves.

There are always some people who will take risks in order to earn more money.

Adhering to the principle that the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.

A fishing boat sails on the sea, continuously hauling in its nets to catch fish.

However, the sea breeze and waves made this 30-ton fishing boat rattle and creak like a soda can stuffed into a roller.

Rainwater swept across the deck at an angle, hitting the oilcloth raincoat and making a soft rustling sound.

Zhou Shan was tidying up the fishing nets at the stern of the boat. His gloves were already soaked through, and his fingers were stiff from the cold.

The net-hauling machine creaked and groaned as it pulled the heavy nets up from the sea, their mesh gleaming with silver light.

It was a group of mackerel that had crashed in, struggling between the wet net ropes, their scales leaving brief, bright streaks in the dim light.

The captain shouted something from the wheelhouse, but most of it was swallowed by the wind. Zhou Shan didn't hear it clearly and didn't bother to respond.

If his wife hadn't been pregnant again, he wouldn't have risked going out to sea in this kind of weather.

He straightened up, rubbed his aching back, and subconsciously glanced at the distant sea.

This is a habit of old fishermen: they look at the clouds, the waves, and whether there are flocks of birds, because fish often follow them below.

Then he froze.

To the southeast, about two or three hundred meters from the ship, something was rising and falling amidst the surging waves.

At first he thought it was a buoy, or a white foam box that had fallen from a ship.

But the way that thing floated up was wrong.

It wasn't the loose, drifting quality that floating objects should have, but rather—it had weight and a defined shape.

Each wave lifts it up, revealing a blurry, almost human-shaped shadow.

Zhou Shan squinted, rainwater streaming down the brim of his raincoat, but he didn't bother to wipe it away.

Another wave crashed over, lifting the shadow high into the air.

Until then.

He then realized what it was.

His eyes widened in an instant.

It was clearly a person, and what was even more bizarre was that with each rise and fall of the waves, that figure would appear in a more distant place.

It's as if it can teleport out of thin air.

At the same time.

In the instant Zhou Shan looked at him.

The man seemed to sense something and slowly turned his head.

He was a young man with an ordinary face and nothing particularly remarkable about his features.

But the moment he turned around, the surging waves beneath his feet seemed to come alive, pushing him forward in layers, covering a distance of dozens of meters.

Even more strangely, he stood on the water as if it were flat ground, without showing any sign of sinking.

The rain poured down, yet it was strangely deflected and slid off within half a meter of him, as if blocked by an invisible, intangible layer.

The air wall effectively separated them.

His clothes were exceptionally dry, without a single water stain.

At this moment, he was holding a brown compass in his hand.

This person was none other than Hu Long.

Last night, after killing Ikafi in Yangang City.

Without the slightest delay, he headed straight for the island where Black Lagoon headquarters was located.

However, he did not choose to travel by boat.

With his current strength, he can travel on the sea at a speed far exceeding that of most ships.

Besides, it's more discreet this way.

With no obstructions at sea, few could spot his whereabouts.

However, there was one thing he hadn't anticipated.

He seems to be lost.

I glanced down at the compass in my hand; the needle kept spinning, sometimes pointing forward, sometimes backward, as if it were being pulled.

A compass, to put it simply, relies on magnetic fields to guide the way.

Undersea mineral veins, surging volcanoes, and sudden thunderstorms at sea can all render it completely ineffective.

But on this sea, all that can be seen is a vast expanse of water, where the sky meets the water and the water meets the sky.

The weather can change in an instant, and even with his current heightened senses, he still went astray several times.

Fortunately.

He looked up and saw the fishing boat in front of him.

With a swift movement, he reached the bow of the ship in a few flashes.

Zhou Shan, who was still in a daze, looked up and met his gaze.

"Take me to the captain's cabin."

Hu Long spoke, his voice not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the wind and rain.

The moment he stepped onto the fishing boat, the boat, which had been rocking back and forth by the wind and waves, suddenly became stable.

It was as if an invisible force of vibration spread out from beneath his feet, smoothing out all the layers of waves on the sea surface.

At the same time, everyone on the ship stopped what they were doing.

Those who were hauling in the nets on the deck, still holding the ropes, seemed to be frozen in place, completely still.

Even the fish that had just been caught and were still thrashing about on the deck froze instantly.

The gill covers stopped moving, and the tail stood stiffly upright, as if it were sealed in amber.

"Yes."

Zhou Shan responded respectfully.

The two went into the captain's cabin.

The captain sat at the helm, his eyes vacant, answering only what was asked.

After ascertaining the location.

Hu Long did not linger.

With a flash, he disappeared into the cabin.

A moment later, the captain blinked, as if he had just woken up from a short dream. He turned his head and saw Zhou Shan standing at the door, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"Old Zhou, what are you standing here for? Go out and catch some fish!"

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Zhou Shan responded and took two steps outside, but then stopped, frowning and thinking for a moment.

He vaguely remembered that he had something to ask the captain.

But now, standing here, I can't remember anything about it.

"never mind,"

He muttered something to himself and continued walking towards the deck.

"It shouldn't be a big deal. We'll think about it later."

Four hours later.

On the misty, rain-shrouded sea, a massive black shadow slowly emerged from the fog.

From a distance, it looks like a giant beast lurking on the sea.

"Tianyan Island—we've finally arrived."

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Hu Long stood on the crest of a wave, his eyes slightly narrowed.

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According to Icafi's statement before his death, the island is located in the waters off Romania and is a completely man-made island.

For this reason, it is not marked on any map.

He stared at the island for a moment, then suddenly his body sank down.

The next second, white mist surged on the sea surface, as if it had come to life, spreading layer upon layer towards the island.

His figure completely merged into the mist and disappeared.

"Oh, damn it!"

A shoreline on the island.

A tall, white man looked at the increasingly thick fog and muttered a curse under his breath.

"It's bad enough that it's raining, but it's also foggy. I fucking hate this kind of weather. It makes me feel uncomfortable all over."

"Stop spouting nonsense. Are you here for the first time?"

The scarred man walking at the front didn't turn his head.

Because the sea surface temperature is low and there is a lot of water vapor in the air, it condenses into fog when it gets cold. This kind of weather lasts for at least half a month.

"Hurry up and finish this patrol round so we can go back for lunch."

He seemed to be the leader of the group.

As soon as he said that, the white man, though still looking unhappy, didn't dare to say another word.

The group consisted of ten people, all fully armed.

They were all dressed in black tactical uniforms, their muscles bulging the clothes, and their steps were neat and powerful.

Even while patrolling in the rain, no one let their guard down.

The radar in the distance slowly rotated, scanning the sea and mudflats again and again.

Nothing was found.

The spreading white fog appeared as a normal weather phenomenon on the screen.

On a thick tree trunk less than thirty meters away from the patrol team, a semi-transparent figure stood quietly.