Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 115 Requesting Action, Infiltrating the Siren's Anvil

Gradually, he broke the silence by speaking, his voice trembling with extreme excitement.

"In other words—"

Without flinching, Siren met his gaze and declared loudly, "Lord Wall, please allow me to carry out the decapitation plan. I will infiltrate the Sirens' Anvil and attempt to behead the pirate captain and first mate!"

Vol took a deep breath, his expression becoming more serious than ever before, and a terrifying pressure from a second-tier Ripper instantly enveloped Xilun.

"Sirlen, are you sure what you just said is absolutely true? At such an extremely serious and important moment, joking around can have very serious consequences. If you die in the sea, no one will come to retrieve your body."

Siren gritted his teeth, withstood the pressure, and answered earnestly and resolutely: "I swear on the dignity of an extraordinary being, I have not uttered a lie."

Wall stared at him for a full ten seconds before finally nodding slightly, a hint of ruthlessness and determination flashing in his eyes.

"Okay. Follow me."

Siren followed Wall and strode into the central hall of the large ship.

Wall shouted to the guards at the door, "Sound the alarm immediately and summon all key personnel to the hall for a meeting!"

The piercing sound of the bronze bell broke the silence of the night. Before long, the rest of the people arrived one after another, looking flustered.

Besides the three experienced escorts, there were also the captain, first mate, second mate, and other officers in charge of steering the ship, about a dozen powerful figures gathered in the dimly lit hall.

Wall stood at the end of the long table, his gaze sweeping over everyone. He briefly and quickly explained the deadlock they were facing, then said, word by word, "Based on my assessment, I believe that Xilun can carry out this underwater decapitation operation."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped and looked at Xilen, who was not particularly burly, standing beside Wall.

They never imagined that a newcomer who had just entered the first-tier extraordinary realm could possess such incredible underwater mobility.

After a moment of deathly silence, the veteran escort Cook stood up.

His face was weathered, and his eyes were filled with deep doubt and worry.

"Silen, it's a good thing that young people have guts."

Cook's voice was calm and steady, "But I must ask you, have you ever attempted a real-world operation where you went for ten nautical miles without taking a breath, and while in a state of extreme oxygen deprivation, maintained a high level of concentration to avoid deadly underwater obstacles?"

Xilun shook his head frankly: "I've never tried such a long-distance, extreme underwater voyage."

Cook frowned even more deeply and asked again, "According to the intelligence we currently have, there are two First-Order Extraordinary beings who have completed baptism among the core forces of the Gray Hemp Pirates."

The captain usually sits in the heart of the island, while the first mate personally guards the only inland port where one can land on the island.

That first mate had been baptized four years ago and was very accomplished.

Although his breathing technique is a common practice, he has definitely reached a level of proficiency and even mastery.

His signature fighting style is an extremely ruthless leg-based style. Even if you manage to swim across alive, are you confident you can defeat him when you're exhausted?

Xilun shook his head again, but his eyes showed no sign of wavering. He said firmly, "To be honest, I'm not absolutely sure. But I'm willing to try. It's better than everyone sitting here waiting to die."

Cook sighed and continued, "And you have to understand, if you really want to infiltrate this dead zone, then in order to minimize the burden and reduce water resistance, it will be difficult for you to carry anything extra."

This includes firearms, long weapons, and even slightly heavier armor.

You can only carry one waterproof flare at most on your waist.

Only after you have successfully decapitated them or crippled their artillery positions should you signal to initiate a forced assault.

During this process, you will not receive any fire support.

Xilun raised his hands, his slender fingers slightly bent, and a hard, bony luster was faintly visible between his knuckles.

"Senior Cook need not worry about the weapons."

Siren said calmly, "My specialty is the Dorok Dark Claw technique. These hands of mine are the most lethal weapons. I don't need to carry any burdens."

Cook gave Xilun a deep look and pondered for a long time.

"As a member of the Brotherhood, I certainly hope to wipe out the Grey Hemp Pirates and wash away this shame."

But frankly, Siron, I think your chances of success are extremely low.

Even if you were lucky enough to make it across that ten-nautical-mile net of death, the inhuman exertion would likely leave you in extremely poor condition.

How can you, a man at your last gasp, possibly defeat a ship full of fully armed pirates?

Not to mention having to face the well-rested, baptized first mate head-on. It was tantamount to suicide.

Xilen did not refute; he simply looked at Wall and repeated that simple statement once again.

"Please let me try; this is our only chance."

Wall stood at the front, his heart filled with immense sorrow.

He had been excited and his blood was boiling, but Cook's words of cold water had cooled him down. After thinking it over calmly, he also realized that the success rate of this matter was indeed very slim, after all, this was a newly baptized person.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned his gaze to Ceci, who had been silently smoking to the side, and asked, "Ceci, you've been with him the whole time, what do you think?"

Sisi stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and glanced at the pessimistic-looking leaders before finally settling on Siren.

"I believe in Siron."

Ceci's voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear in the quiet hall. "Although I haven't known him for long and haven't talked to him much, I think he's a reliable young man, based on my old eyes."

His achievements are always genuine; he's not the kind of fool who makes boastful claims just to show off. Since he dares to step forward, he must have something to rely on.

Wall paced back and forth for a long time, his heels tapping on the wooden floor, each sound seeming to strike the hearts of everyone present.

Finally, he stopped and slammed his hand on the table.

"Alright! Since there's no other way, let's give Xilun a try! Xilun, listen to me carefully: if you encounter any special circumstances along the way, or feel that you can't keep up, you must turn back immediately. Don't be reckless and throw your life away. We need you to come back alive."

Xilun nodded emphatically and said, "Okay."

Wall turned around and decisively ordered, "Cook, take him to the logistics cabin immediately. Change him into the lightest, most form-fitting, and most suitable sharkskin diving suit for underwater movement and voyage."

Then, personally go to the armory and select the best high-altitude signal flare—one that will absolutely not break even if submerged in water. Get ready!

The entrance to the abyss is often hidden beneath a calm surface.

Just five minutes later, Xiren had completed all the preparations for the battle and returned to his house.

In the cramped space, the kerosene lamp cast a dim, yellowish glow, stretching his shadow extremely long.

Time was of the essence, but he showed no sign of panic.

He calmly took off his elegant navy blue suit and put on a pair of coarse cloth shorts.

Then, he took out the packet of deep-sea mineral ointment again.

This time, he wasn't stingy; instead, he scooped out large chunks of black ointment with his fingers and quickly and evenly applied it to his chest.

On the back and the main muscle groups of the limbs.

These specially made ointments are not only for assisting in the long-term training of the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique," but also, in short bursts of intense combat, they can act like stimulants, stimulating acupoints on the skin to make the internal energy more active and violent.

The skin felt the coolness of the ointment, and the muscles twitched slightly instinctively, followed by a surge of burning heat.

After doing all this, Xiren picked up the extremely precious sharkskin diving suit that Cook had found.

This garment is a matte dark gray with an extremely fine, scale-like texture. It not only greatly reduces friction underwater but also provides excellent warmth, effectively resisting the deprivation of energy caused by deep-sea temperatures.

Xilun put on the wetsuit as if it were a second skin, the tight fit making him feel that his muscle fibers were perfectly bound and his power was more focused.

He checked the seals on his wetsuit to make sure no seawater got in.

Finally, he secured the heavy, copper-tube signal flare, its casing coated with waterproof yellow wax, tightly to his left waist with a sturdy leather belt, so that his left hand could easily pull out the pull ring at any time.

There were no superfluous weapons, no heavy armor, only a body of flesh and blood forged through countless trials.

He took a deep breath, expelled the air from his lungs and then refilled them, before decisively pushing open the door and leaving.

Once on the deck, the salty sea breeze grew even more biting.

All the core members of the armed ship gathered at the ship's side.

There was no deafening pre-battle mobilization, nor any insincere blessings, only a solemn silence.

Everyone knew that this young man was about to embark on a perilous journey with a slim chance of survival.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xiren did not hesitate at all. He walked to the outermost part of the ship's side and, like an emotionless killing machine, leaped into the air.

With a muffled "plop," the water splash was suppressed to the extreme.

A lithe body instantly plunged into the dark sea, leaving only a ring of tiny white foam on the surface that quickly dissipated.

Watching Siren's figure disappear completely into the rolling night waves, Wall gripped the wooden railing of the ship tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He frowned, letting the cold wind tousle his hair.

"Cook," Wall's voice betrayed barely concealed anxiety, "based on your experience, do you really think Xilen has a chance of succeeding?"

Cook, standing to the side, slowly shook his head. His eyes were as unfathomable as the sea, and his tone remained calm yet carried a rational cruelty.

"My lord, although I long to hear the triumphant news of the signal flare's launch more than anyone else, reason tells me that the possibility is extremely slim."

Ten nautical miles—that's an insurmountable barrier.

Water pressure, extreme cold, lack of oxygen, and those unpredictable reefs and chains—each of these could have been fatal to a baptist. This was not a problem that willpower alone could solve.

Ceci chuckled softly to himself, his hands tucked into the pockets of his large trench coat, his eyes revealing a shrewd, seasoned look.

"Old man, you're always so pessimistic."

I think there's a good chance he'll survive and surprise us.

There's something about this kid that I haven't seen in a long time.

Since he made this decision after weighing the pros and cons, he must have had his reasons.

He's not some fool rushing to his death. All we can do is wait, no matter what.

Meanwhile, beneath the sea surface.

The icy, bone-chilling seawater instantly enveloped Xilun.

That was an extreme cold that could freeze the blood of an ordinary person within a minute.

The light was completely cut off the moment they descended, leaving behind only suffocating darkness and deathly silence.

Xilun did not rush to swim forward.

After entering the water, he hovered several meters underwater, immediately slowed his heartbeat, and slowly activated the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" within his body.

With each unique rhythm of breathing, the ointment applied to the skin begins to take effect, producing a vigorous chemical reaction with the body's energy.

The body, which was originally cold, slowly became warm, as if a miniature furnace had been lit in the internal organs.

His powerful Iron Wall Breathing technique came into play, and his abnormal skin membrane easily kept out the biting cold.

Even more amazingly, as the depth increased, the terrifying water pressure around him did not crush him.

The immense power emanating from the Giant Whale Guidance Technique formed an extremely weak yet resilient pressure-resistant layer on its body, thereby reducing the water pressure.

In this state, his movements did not become sluggish; on the contrary, because he was freed from the constraints of gravity, he became more agile.

Each stroke of his swim consumed far less energy than a punch on land; he seemed to be born to belong in this deep water.

At the same time, the "swimming" talent hidden beneath the skin is fully activated.

Xilun could clearly feel that every pore on his body seemed to be opening its little mouths, slowly and greedily exchanging gases with the cold seawater outside.

The free oxygen in the water was stripped away and seeped into his bloodstream in tiny amounts, just enough to sustain his life in this low-energy underwater state.

There's no need to surface for air. This most fatal flaw has been completely overcome.

With everything ready, Xilun slowly focused his mind.

Like a black ghost fish, he moved his powerful legs and swam silently toward the Siren's Anvil in a streamlined manner.

After diving to a depth of about fifteen meters, Xilun's vision was completely lost, but with the greatly enhanced perception after his baptism and the extremely keen sense of water flow brought by his swimming talent, he constructed a three-dimensional water pattern within a radius of several meters in his mind.

Soon, he encountered the first line of defense against espionage.

It was a huge net array woven from cast iron wires as thick as a baby's arm and some kind of corrosion-resistant alloy, stretching across the middle of the waterway.

Xilun slowed down and clung to it as lightly as a falling leaf.

He felt around the edge of the barbed wire with both hands, searching for gaps that had been broken open due to years of disrepair or by large fish.

He patiently navigated the intricate mesh underwater, where the silence and darkness, devoid of any light source, were maddening.

He could only see blurry shadows swimming on the water or not far away, by the extremely faint changes in the water flow.

Those shadows might be schools of carnivorous fish drawn by the scent of blood, or the wreckage of sunken ships, or even the remains of other extraordinary beings who drowned here years ago after being entangled in chains while attempting to infiltrate.