There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

On that thing that might be called a head, there are eyes—to be precise, the eyes occupy only ten percent of the space on what could be called a face.

Compared to its eerily large eye sockets, its pupils appeared incredibly small. The color of its pupils was not the usual jet black or azure blue, but a cursed, malevolent white, resembling the white belly of a fish or a long-soaked corpse—a pathetic color devoid of life, exuding a repulsive stench of decay…

"What's this!!!"

Sparrow's reason was shattered by the terrifying gaze, and he muttered to himself in near despair.

"There's no need to leave the ship to escape; there's no hope left... Our firepower is no match for its size; it's like fighting bare-handed... Can humans really fight such a monster with their bare hands...?"

I answered seriously, "If we run now, we can probably break the world record of 2 minutes and 11 seconds for the 1000-meter dash in the sea, and we might just escape this disaster. Do you know what that speed means?"

Sparrow instinctively asked, "What do you mean?"

"That's slow for a dog."

Little Spyro: "..."

Ada Wong, however, remained surprisingly calm. "Marcus, I don't believe what you said earlier. But can you explain what ****** is? And what is its connection to the Wilmas Foundation, which Mr. Rhodes represents?"

I shook my head and said, "There's no connection. It's perfectly normal for me to be here as the Omega-7 of the ****** Mobile Task Force, just like a mechanic carrying a wrench. My codename is 'Wanderer,' and the guy next to me is 'Shishio Makoto,' both of us are genuine core combat members."

Upon hearing this, the fake Ada Wong seemed to frown almost imperceptibly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it completely.

"And what about the other one?" Ada Wong asked, pointing at Kay.

Kay had never heard of ****** before, and had no idea what we were talking about. She was about to deny the relationship, but I answered first.

"His code name is 'Madam Lu'!"

With a strange expression, Kay asked in a low voice, "Marcus... what does that code name mean?"

I lowered my voice and said, "Don't ask anymore. It's because you always wear that gay purple headscarf. That's the only person I could think of..."

Such an obvious flaw should have been easily exposed by Agent E, but she remained silent.

Before I could even wonder, she looked out the window at the approaching threat and threw out a question that caught me even more off guard.

“Marcus…”

She stared out the window, her gaze seemingly reaching far into the distance, and said, "The person who single-handedly stopped the monster, and the monster beside him... are they also members of your *******?"

I stared at him for a long time before finally stammering, "You guessed it..."

"The crew-cut guy over there is codenamed 'Seahorse King,' and next to him is ****** Number One Containment Item, 'Water-Avoiding Golden-Eyed Beast'..."

Chapter 637 Possesses Courage No Less Than Lü Bu

Amidst the churned, turbid waves, a speedboat could be vaguely seen cutting through the perilous ocean. Each time it swung its tail on the crest of a wave, it splashed up a spray of water that shot skyward, like shimmering glass reflecting the dim light under a gray sky.

At first, the roar of engines came from afar, and a dark shadow flashed past the sea monster in a breathtaking manner, stirring up a large wave. But the monster was completely unaware, and continued to charge headlong into the crashing aircraft.

The small boat seemed to hesitate for a moment, then roared to life again and charged towards the giant monster!

But this time, there was something extra on the bow of the ship.

The monstrous, lifeless fish, which could swallow the sea with a single breath and shatter rocks and clouds with a single flip, had previously been indifferent to the flies right under its nose. But now it suddenly let out a terrifying roar, and its fins and thick tail, which had been lurking underwater, suddenly turned and exerted force, accelerating towards the fishing boat.

It was a dim chandelier at the bow, emitting an undeniable light as the ship swayed and flipped with its various dangerous, acrobatic maneuvers. Yet, even so, the light, which should have gradually dimmed, remained as bright as ever, completely unaffected.

I turned to Gray and asked, "Golfried, do you remember that speedboat that's always been docked at Zach's pier?"

Gray rubbed his nose: "Is that the ship you wanted to sell as scrap metal last time, boss? Who steals someone else's scrap metal and then has the nerve to sell it back to the rightful owner?"

I immediately retorted, "Shut up! I was just testing it! I could tell something was wrong with this thing at a glance. It's impossible for a speedboat to have a rusty and dilapidated hull while its engine is so well-maintained!"

Sigh, if I hadn't been so greedy and wanted to take the ship's engines back to use as generators, I probably would have already cut the ship into scrap and stuffed it into the cargo containers...

Thank goodness...

"Fir! The ship's planks are made of fir wood! And hanging at the bow is a genuine jade!"

Kay exclaimed in surprise, clearly understanding the origin of the perplexing scene.

The situation is now clear: Zack has replaced the hull of his well-maintained speedboat with ghost wood, which allows it to enter the waters around Kuroshio Island, and has sped here at breakneck speed.

From a distance, the ship looked like a small horse pulling a large cart, with a giant fish-headed monster standing more than four meters away behind Zach, who was steering at the bow!

Where did that strange-looking fish head on the boat come from?

Most of its body is shiny and smooth, but it has a high ridge with scales on its back. Even in a daze, you can see that its body has human-like features, while its head has the angular features of a fish, exuding a terrifying aura of inhumanity.

But some might ask: why would you assume that this Deepdiver must be the one on the ranch, and not the one Zach found on the roadside?

"Boss, how did you recognize that monster as a kappa?"

Very good, Gray. Your straight man skills have already reached the level of "unmoved by the heart, yet moving with the mind".

Although I hate to admit it, the Deep Ones produced on my ranch are a disgrace to the Deep One race. They reek of shame from head to toe, and there's practically no mistake for them.

Of course, I used my dynamic vision, which far exceeds that of ordinary people, to discover that the monster's face had huge, protruding eyeballs that never closed, with faint anime-style dizzying circles emerging, as if it was about to evolve into a mosquito coil frog.

Its gills trembled with fear on both sides of its neck, and it clung tightly to Zack's large hand, clearly revealing its inner panic. It was obviously unrelated to positive words like cold-blooded, bloody, and cruel.

After all, this guy was dressed in Eighth Route Army uniform and would say things like, "The Imperial Army told me everything before I came..."

Furthermore, the fact that this small boat could still speed around despite being weighed down by such a large deep-sea creature, seemingly unaffected by its half-ton weight, is clearly due to Father Carter's special seal—resulting in a near-small-far-large effect.

…………

Ada Wong brushed past me, came to the window, and exclaimed, "You guys actually have such talent... If Mark sees this, he'll definitely want to recruit him into the PF team again..."

Talent? Zach? Are you sure?

You're not referring to that Benboerba, are you?

I glanced sideways at the agent who, in a physical sense, looked utterly defeated, but whose eyes inexplicably gleamed with the aura of a headhunting firm, and couldn't help but swallow back my own complaints.

As Ada Wong exclaimed in admiration, the speedboat performed two more stunts in the waves, one of which involved leaping into the air, narrowly missing the monster's jagged edge, breaking through a thick wall of water, and escaping the enemy's encirclement.

The people on the circular aircraft began to cheer, with applause and cheers rising and falling. It only took a few seconds for the cheers to go from sporadic to deafening. Everyone looked into the distance with admiration.

Only Kay was still frowning and muttering something.

"Kay, why don't you hurry up and clap your hands and exclaim that this man is no less brave than Lu Bu?" I asked.

Kay smiled wryly and didn't answer, continuing to say to himself, "Zack was a sailor on Grandpa's ship back then, so I guessed he knew how to get to and from Kuroshio Island... But how did he overcome his fear of the sea and sail here... I just can't figure it out..."

Yup!

Damn it, how did that buzz-cut guy suddenly dare to show up at sea?! Was he just putting on an act to fool us, all to get close to Lady Lilia?!

Mr. Rhodes of Heaven, if you can hear me, come quickly and run over those traitors, villains, rebels, and villains in front of you with your dump truck!

“Uh… Marcus, Mr. Rhodes isn’t dead yet…”

...Did I accidentally blurt out what was on my mind again?

…………

Thanks to Zach's delaying tactics, the ring-shaped aircraft urgently shut down all its light-emitting devices and finally began its evacuation to the shore amidst the commotion.

But Agent E insisted on leading his intelligence team to hold out until the very last moment, keeping the remaining weapon systems of the aircraft operational.

After narrowly escaping death, Sparrow Jr. did not insist on taking leadership, since both sides had effectively relinquished overall leadership. He then organized the engineers and researchers to evacuate ashore ahead of schedule.

"Mr. Sparrow, the security personnel and medical staff have already evacuated."

A sweaty man in a white coat and glasses reported.

Sparrow frowned and nodded: "Okay, how's the logistics evacuation going?"

The man in the white coat and glasses said, "The evacuation is basically complete, except for one person who fainted in the kitchen and is currently receiving emergency treatment, so the evacuation is not yet finished."

Sparrow Jr. roared, "Speed ​​up! These logistics infiltrators are all key members of the family; we can't afford any losses! Let Chef Larrnico oversee the kitchen operations!"

The man in the white coat and glasses said somewhat awkwardly, "Mr. Sparrow, the one who fainted was Chef Larronnico... and when he fell, he was holding a bowl of strange-tasting green paste, which was clearly not from the ship..."

Hmm... that chef still hasn't woken up after fainting? Just as Mr. Dart said, simple food can drive any gourmet in the world crazy...

I listened from the sidelines, breaking out in a cold sweat, letting them drift their thoughts to the locked-room poisoning incident.

As the speedboat circled closely several times, the deep-diver gradually returned to its original size, approaching that of an ordinary kappa. I noticed with my sharp eyes that ***-001's hands weren't just grabbing Zack randomly, but were firmly covering Zack's eyes, preventing him from looking directly at the surging sea.

Even so, Zach's face was ashen, his legs were trembling, and he was sweating profusely. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and drove in large circles on the water, driving with perfect stability. It seemed that he had only managed to keep going until now through sheer willpower!

I can hardly imagine how he could perform such thrilling and exciting moves with his eyes closed in that state!

No, Boss Dart told me that Zach was blindfolded and handcuffed, yet he still couldn't leave Mineral Town. This means that simply blindfolding him wasn't enough; there must have been other methods to achieve this.

I had an unusual thought: could he have drunk the "Perrin Potion," developed by old Yorkson, which could gradually block out the five senses?

Continuing to delay is very dangerous; we must find a solution.

"Zack! Get on the boat quickly! There's danger in the sea!"

The ship's loudspeaker suddenly blared, and the message was instantly transmitted to the speedboat.

Upon hearing my voice, the kappa's drowsy eyes brightened, and it leaped from the speedboat into the water, shouting, "I want cucumbers! Give me cucumbers!" as it swam towards us.

But Zach, gripping the helm tightly, did not react at all. His eyes were filled with the confusion of a blind man, and his ears twitched slightly, as if he had not understood what I said.

"It's too late, we have to go out and bring Zakra back!"

I understood immediately and ordered, "Open the nearest hatch. You can continue your evacuation, but our people cannot be allowed to be harmed!"

Sparrow snapped back to reality and retorted, "Going out would be suicide! We can use drones to rescue him; there's no need to take that risk!"

I refused, saying, "If the drone gets close to Zack, he'll definitely see it as an enemy! Kay, you have a lot of experience at sea, go out and confirm the location to intercept Zack!"

"Do you think I'm not experienced enough?!"

Sparrow Jr. retorted sharply, “I’ve not only sailed across the strait alone, but I’ve also tried skydiving, bungee jumping, wingsuit flying, hot air ballooning, deep-sea diving, and jungle exploration—so I know better than you what it’s like to be close to death, and that’s definitely not the outcome you want!”

Sparrow tried to stop Kai, whom he saw as about to die, but was ruthlessly pushed aside. He then looked at Gray at the very back.

Sparrow grabbed Gray's arm as if it were a lifeline, "Aren't you bunch of bastards afraid of dying?! Young man, Mr. Rhodes seems to know your grandfather, right? Think of your grandfather, don't go out and die for nothing!"

The country boy, Gray, glanced at him and smiled shyly, "That's right, my grandfather always told me to stay away from danger."

Sparrow, slightly calmer, said to the people in white coats behind him, "That's more like it! Everyone, continue organizing the evacuation! Take this young man with you!"

But Gray stood still, showing no intention of following.

"Why aren't you leaving?!" Sparrow asked, puzzled.

Gray spoke shyly as he began warming up: "My grandfather always told me to consider the bigger picture since I was little, but I never listened to him."