Oh no! I've been kept as a pet by a stray killer whale!

Chapter 39 The Air Intelligence Agency on the Island

Big Fatty gave Jiang Che a look that said, "You're not so lucky."

Then, it winked at the whining monster and its second aunt beside it.

"Men! Drag him down!"

"Take out the liver! Throw the rest into the sea to feed the crabs!"

Upon receiving the order, the two orcas immediately took action.

Using the rising tide, they whipped up huge waves with their tails, forcefully pulling the struggling great white shark back into the shallow waters.

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Jiang Che silently turned his head and also moved the drone's camera towards the sky.

All that could be heard behind me was a violent splashing sound, followed by several muffled tearing sounds.

A few minutes later.

The sea has returned to calm.

The once-mighty great white shark vanished, leaving only a large patch of dark red blood on the sea surface, which was slowly receding with the tide.

The orcas smacked their lips contentedly.

"Hmm—although the meat might be rotten, this liver is definitely fatty."

Big Fatty swam back, a trace of blood still at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Jiang Che: "Alright, stop hiding, it's all taken care of."

"Since you won't eat this, then I'll go get you something else."

"This time, let's catch one without teeth! Let's catch one that's soft! Is that alright?"

Jiang Che stepped out from behind the tree, looking at the seawater dyed red, his feelings were complicated.

This is nature.

Cruel, direct, and devoid of warmth.

In the eyes of the big fat fish, there is no difference between great white sharks and tuna; they are both food.

"Thanks, big brother."

Jiang Che forced a smile.

Although the process was terrifying and the ending was bloody.

But he knew that this was still a kind of "love" from these big guys, even if this love was so heavy that it almost cost him his life.

"Don't mention it!"

Big Fatty let out a hearty sigh: "Wait a minute! I'll go catch you one—what's it called again? A manta ray! Those things are fun, they can fly!"

After saying that, Big Fat led its "assassin squad" and headed into the deep sea once again.

Jiang Che was left alone on the beach, staring at the huge indentation left by the great white shark's struggle, lost in deep thought.

"Devil Ray————"

Jiang Che's lips twitched slightly.

"Big brother, that thing may not have teeth, but it has poisonous barbs on its tail!!"

"Are you really afraid I won't die fast enough?!"

Amidst a chorus of exclamations of "surviving a disaster," a brilliant comment floated across the live stream chat:

[Host, I suggest you quickly make a menu and hang it on the beach.]

Otherwise, Fatty might actually bring you back a submarine tomorrow.

The great white shark's liverless remains had been swept away by the tide, leaving only a pool of dark red blood and several chilling craters on the beach.

Jiang Che sat in the shade under a coconut tree, holding a twig in his hand, drawing a simple island map on the sand.

Although the crisis was averted, he realized a serious problem: his knowledge of the island was still limited to this beach and the stream from which he had fetched water the day before.

For someone looking to survive long-term, this "fog of war" is deadly.

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."

Jiang Che sighed and looked up at the sky.

There, the source of the noise that bothered him continued to hover tirelessly.

"Gah—! Gah gah!"

The silver gull, forced to work, stood atop the tallest coconut tree, like an intelligence agent broadcasting over a loudspeaker at the village entrance, chattering incessantly to Jiang Che and the sea below.

If you can't understand birdsong, it's just a bit noisy.

But Jiang Che could understand it.

Thus, this simple noise has become a form of mental pollution.

"Gah! Look at that two-legged creature, it's been sitting there in a daze for half an hour, has it gone mad?"

"Gah! Oh my! Those coconuts over there are ripe! Right behind that big rock! Nobody eats them, they're all rotten, what a waste!"

"Giggle giggle! Look in the sea! That sea turtle flipped over! But it can't flip over anymore! It's hilarious!"

"Hey? Why does that woods over there on the east side smell sour? What kind of fruit is that? It looks unripe; even the dogs wouldn't eat it!"

The branch in Jiang Che's hand snapped with a "crack".

The veins on his forehead throbbed.

This bird—its beak is so chattering!

Its mouth hasn't stopped since morning. From sea turtles turning over to hermit crabs fighting, from which tree has insects to which flower has bloomed, it comments on everything, no matter how small.

"It's practically a flying bullet hell machine!"

Jiang Che rubbed his temples, just about to pick up a rock to shoo it away.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

and many more.

He pondered the thoughts of the seagull he had just heard.

"Is the coconut ripe?"

"Is there a sour smell coming from the woods to the east? It looks like unripe fruit?"

Jiang Che's eyes suddenly lit up.

On this desolate island where resources are scarce, information is the most valuable resource!

He could run himself ragged and still not explore the whole island, but this bird could! It flies high, sees far, and is a "big mouth"—it tells you everything!

This isn't noise at all.

This is clearly an "all-weather aerial intelligence agency"!

"My vision has become too narrow; my vision was too narrow before."

Jiang Che threw away the stone in his hand and turned to look at the pile of leftovers from last night.

Those were the entrails left over from processing the tuna yesterday; I was planning to dry them and use them as fertilizer or fishing bait. Although they seem disgusting to humans, with their extremely fishy smell, to seabirds—

That's an unparalleled delicacy!

"Cough cough."

Jiang Che cleared his throat, wrapped a ball of the fish intestines with a leaf, and walked to the tree.

He looked up at the gossipmonger preening its feathers atop the tree and flashed a wolf-like grin: "Hey! You up there!"

"Hey bird! Want to come down and chat?"

The seagull atop the tree stopped moving. It lowered its head and looked at Jiang Che suspiciously with its large, black eyes.

"Huh? You called me?"

"What does this two-legged creature want? Is it trying to eat me? I'm covered in fur, I don't taste good!"

Despite its wariness, its keen sense of smell instantly detected the rich, intoxicating stench in the air.

"Slurp—"

"What's that smell? It smells so good! It's fish intestines! Or maybe it's fermented fish intestines that've been sitting around all night!"

The seagull's throat twitched; as an opportunistic scavenger, this smell held a deadly attraction for it.

Jiang Che saw its wavering.

He spread out the leaves in his hand to show the "offerings" inside, then pointed to the sky and then to his ear, making a "I want to hear" gesture.

I know you can understand.

Jiang Che lowered his voice, speaking in a tone as if he were meeting with a spy: "Come down and tell me where that woods to the east with the sour smell is."

"This lump of fish intestines is yours."

The seagull tilted its head, its eyes darting around.

Although it cannot understand complex human language, it understands the primitive concept of "trading".

"Huh?"

"He wants to know about that grove of sour fruit?"

"What's so great about that lousy place? But these fish intestines look really good, all oily and juicy—"

Tempted by the delicious food, the seagull's integrity crumbled instantly.

It flapped its wings and glided down from the treetop, landing on a rock three meters away from Jiang Che.

"Hey! Deliver the goods first! I want to inspect them first!"

It let out a wary cry.

Jiang Che didn't hesitate and threw the bag of fish intestines over directly.

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