HDRDTH -Chapter 27 Sorry, My Tractor Engine Is a Bit Loud

More than a dozen rifles, their dark muzzles pointed directly at the “Salted Fish No. 2.”

The sunlight reflecting off the sea danced across the sights.

Yu Xian couldn’t even be bothered to take his hands out of his pockets.

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the empty sea behind him.

“Heh. Foreigners really are unreliable.”

He sneered inwardly.

“That foreign devil Smith was bragging so confidently earlier, talking about ‘full-speed support.’ Looks more like they went ‘full-speed retreat’ for afternoon tea.”

“These days nobody can be trusted. Expecting a bunch of donut-eating international bureaucrats to save us? I’d have better odds praying those pirates loaded water guns instead of bullets.”

“Still gotta rely on myself.”

He sighed helplessly and turned his gaze back ahead.

The one-eyed pirate stood atop the submarine’s command tower, eyes glued greedily to the gold coins scattered across the deck like a starving wolf staring at meat.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

A line of broken English mixed with Spanish slang squeezed out from his throat.

“Oro, stay.” (Gold stays.)

“Life, stay.” (Your lives stay too.)

Wang Dafu couldn’t understand the gibberish, but he understood the guns perfectly well.

He curled into a ball behind the bullet-riddled blue plastic bucket, the gold coin in his hand feeling as hot as freshly forged iron.

“Dad!”

His teeth chattered violently.

“W-What did he say? Are these animals gonna shoot us?!”

“He said we leave the gold and our lives behind.”

Yu Xian answered calmly.

“Give it to them! Give them all the gold! That’s a submarine! Our tractor can’t ram that thing!” Wang Dafu nearly burst into tears. “Where are the police?! What about your cop friend?!”

“Forget it. They’re probably watching the show from afar.”

Yu Xian ignored Wang Dafu’s breakdown.

He wasn’t even looking at the one-eyed pirate.

His brows remained tightly furrowed, all his attention focused on the struggling humanoid object dangling in midair behind him.

The frogman still had the breathing regulator clenched in his mouth, making muffled “woo woo” noises.

“Tsk. Hooked too deep.”

Yu Xian stared at where the hook had snagged the diver and muttered to himself.

“The hook tip’s probably bent too. Gonna need pliers to fix it when I get back.”

He sighed.

“What bad luck.”

“I thought I’d hook a several-hundred-pound deep-sea octopus.”

“Instead I reeled up a guy in a skintight suit.”

Only then did he finally raise his head.

Those sleepy salted-fish eyes landed on the one-eyed pirate atop the submarine.

The frustration of not catching an actual fish outweighed any fear of the dozen rifles aimed at him.

“What did you just say?”

Yu Xian’s fingers slowly adjusted the drag on the “Poseidon’s Trident.”

Click.

A soft mechanical sound rang out.

Then, in flawless Spanish street slang so authentic that the one-eyed pirate nearly questioned reality itself—complete with the heavy flavor of Havana cigars—Yu Xian replied:

“You want us to leave our lives behind?”

The one-eyed pirate froze.

That accent…

It sounded even more authentic than his illegitimate cousin back home.

Who the hell was this guy?

Some retired drug lord from the Gulf of Mexico?

After one second of confusion came fury at being looked down upon.

Out here on the lawless high seas, gunfire was the only universal language!

His single eye narrowed dangerously as he raised his AK-47, aiming directly at Yu Xian’s forehead.

“Cut the bullshit!”

“Open fire!”

“Chop the men up and feed them to the fish! Keep the women alive! Flood the ballast tanks and ram this piece-of-shit boat straight to the bottom of the Pacific!”

CLACK!

The safeties of more than a dozen AR-15s switched off simultaneously, the metallic sounds perfectly synchronized.

Inside the cabin, Su Wanyi let out a strangled scream and desperately covered Su Qian’s eyes and ears.

The smell of death rushed over them.

“Fine.”

Yu Xian spat out a single word.

“You people really don’t know when you’re being given a chance.”

He slowly rose from the tractor seat.

Like a steel bar bent under pressure, gradually straightening back out.

His wrist twisted at an angle no normal human should be capable of, his arm bones crackling faintly.

“You want your subordinate back so badly?”

“Then take him!”

“Watch carefully!”

“Deep-Sea Human Lure Technique — Heavy Sinker Cast!”

FWOOOSH—!!!

The “Poseidon’s Trident” sliced through the air with a shrieking howl!

The frogman hooked onto the line instantly transformed into a one-hundred-and-sixty-pound “human sinker.”

His body traced a huge arc through the sky.

“Boss! Don’t shoot! It’s me—!!”

The frogman’s bloodcurdling scream became his final words in life.

The pirates aboard the submarine went blank with shock.

All they saw was a massive black shadow hurtling toward them while tearing through the air!

BOOM!!

A terrifyingly dull impact echoed out.

Human flesh smashing against steel, mixed with the crisp sound of bones shattering.

The frogman slammed directly into the densest cluster of pirates like a cannonball.

Four or five pirates on the command platform were instantly knocked flying.

Screams, splashes, and the sound of dropped rifles hitting the water erupted all at once.

Now!

Taking advantage of the enemy’s chaos, the lazy salted-fish look in Yu Xian’s eyes completely vanished, replaced by pure killing intent.

“You want to dive?”

“Did you ask permission from my winch first?!”

He roared at the completely petrified Along.

“Along! The red lever! Push it all the way down!”

Along’s body reacted before his brain could.

Seeing the red lever labeled Danger — Maximum Power, his hands trembled briefly, but he still screamed and lunged forward, hugging it with both arms and slamming it downward with all his strength!

WUUUUMMM—!!!

At the bow, the industrial hydraulic winch designed for salvaging shipwrecks roared awake like a beast.

The high-frequency electrical whine pierced everyone’s eardrums painfully.

At the exact same moment, Yu Xian violently jerked the “Poseidon’s Trident” backward!

The specially forged alloy hook—strong enough to pierce steel plating—shot forward under massive inertia and perfectly snagged a thick railing beside the submarine’s command tower!

TING!

Sparks exploded where the hook scraped against metal.

“HOOK ON TIGHT!!”

Yu Xian roared and slammed the lock button beside him with one hand.

The steel cable connected to the winch instantly tightened with groaning metallic shrieks, its galvanized coating visibly cracking apart.

Then—

something happened that would probably resurrect Newton out of pure rage.

The miniature submarine, which had just begun flooding itself to dive, suddenly jolted violently.

A chorus of twisting metal echoed out.

Its enormous hull was forcibly dragged sideways by a single thin steel cable, pulled out of its diving posture and tilted upward!

The “Salted Fish No. 2” was shabby.

But its heart was a demonically modified diesel engine.

Its claws were this industrial winch capable of hauling dozens of tons.

And now—

a ridiculous tug-of-war had formed between a tractor fishing boat and a military submarine.

The submarine tried to dive downward.

The winch dragged it upward with brutal force!

“This feeling…”

Yu Xian planted his feet firmly onto the deck, gritting his teeth as veins bulged wildly across his forehead.

“This…”

“This is what a REAL trophy catch feels like!”

“This is what fighting a fish is supposed to feel like!”

The overwhelming rush of dopamine made him look like a war god possessed.

To Yu Xian, this wasn’t a submarine anymore.

This was a monster catch.

A true monster catch!

The resentment built up over years of being a skunked fisherman exploded forth as raw strength, all poured directly onto the submarine before him.

“You wanna run?!”

“Behave yourself and become my trophy!”

He roared toward Along in the cabin.

“Reverse the engine! Floor the throttle! Roll this thing over! Its weak spot is the belly!”

VRRROOOOM—!!!

The tractor engine belched even thicker black smoke.

The “Salted Fish No. 2” charged forward like a reckless bull, dragging the enormous submarine into a gigantic semicircle across the sea!

The submarine completely lost balance.

Forced upside down, it exposed its vulnerable underbelly thrusters and spun helplessly atop the ocean like a flipped turtle.

Inside, the pirates were tossed around so violently they couldn’t even stand, let alone fire their guns.

“Monster…”

“This guy’s a complete monster…”

The one-eyed pirate clung desperately to the railing, watching the approaching broken fishing boat as his mental defenses utterly collapsed.

He had spent his entire life as a pirate—murder, robbery, bloodshed. He’d seen everything.

But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that one day he would be “played to exhaustion” by a fisherman using nothing but a fishing rod and a tractor.

At that moment—

the roar of helicopter blades sounded from the distant sky.

The Interpol fleet had returned at full speed.

Captain Smith raised his binoculars, and the half-eaten donut in his mouth dropped into the sea with a plop.

He didn’t even notice.

Reflected in his pupils was a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Across the ocean glittering with floating gold—

a battered fishing boat was dragging the infamous pirate submarine “Deep Sea Octopus” through some kind of humiliating “walk-the-dog” exercise.

The one-eyed pirate atop the submarine was waving a white pair of underwear he’d ripped from somewhere, screaming himself hoarse.

“We surrender! WE SURRENDER! Make that madman stop!!”

Smith swallowed with difficulty, his throat unbearably dry.

He muttered to himself:

“This isn’t a joint law-enforcement operation…”

“This is outright one-sided slaughter.”

“My God… if anyone ever tells me again that this man is just an enthusiastic civilian, I’ll personally throw them into the ocean to feed the sharks.”