Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

"My lord, there's a crescent-shaped iceberg ahead... Should we go around it...?"

Zhou Haiping, who was looking around from the observation platform, spoke into the communication channel. The howling wind almost drowned out his voice as he shouted with all his might.

"I understand. Don't dodge. Locate the crescent moon's opening. I need to guide the Azure there." He Feng's voice was extremely resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

What else is there besides ice blocks if we go that way?

Zhou Haiping stared wide-eyed, noticing the bloodshot veins, yet still failing to grasp the peculiarity of this piece of land.

Zhou Haiping hadn't been with He Feng for very long. Although he wasn't exactly a loyal and righteous man, he couldn't just watch the Azure ship jump into the ice pit.

The city was getting closer and closer to the iceberg, and even the howling cold air was blocked by the majestic mountain, plunging the entire Azure into silence.

No matter how illustrious this lord's deeds may be, he may not be superior to him in other aspects, so it is understandable that he made a wrong decision.

As a favored and promoted person, it is the duty of a subject to fill in the gaps when his master makes a mistake.

Zhou Haiping patted the communication pipe and murmured, "Lord, I know I am insignificant, but this place certainly doesn't seem to be a land of abundant resources."

He Feng, on the other end, raised an eyebrow, completely indifferent: "Yes, there will be."

He Feng's words were so confident they were almost casual, showing he had done everything he could, so he simply kept quiet.

As the Azure passed through the pass, a frozen spring resembling a volcanic crater came into view.

The temperature inside was much higher than outside, and the ice was melting and freezing repeatedly, allowing the Azure to easily plunge straight in.

"Hot spring, it's a hot spring!" Several residents looked down at the bubbles still churning at the bottom of the water and jumped for joy.

"This is an unexpected bonus. We won't have to worry about heating when we build an oil field here in the future."

He Feng seemed to be deep in thought, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Passing through the thin, brittle ice of the frozen spring, the entire ship of the Azure rested against the thousand-foot-deep iceberg. The iceberg and the frozen spring formed a concave surface, leaving a small but not too big space around it.

The bridge-shaped deck crashed down with a bang, forming a 30-degree slope with the ice surface.

At He Feng's command, a large number of crew members, who had been assigned tasks, poured out of the ship and began their work in an orderly manner.

The first priority is exploration.

The oilfield's own pipe rack was particularly conspicuous and was quickly discovered by the group on the southwest side of the glacier pass.

The towering steel frame stands alone at the joint of the iceberg, its simplicity revealing the rigor of industry and giving one the feeling that the old era still lingers.

The fact that the Old World humans chose to set up oil wells in Black Dragon Bay indicates that the oil and gas reserves there are quite enormous.

He Feng knew all too well how exciting an offshore oil field could be.

Light industrial products need it, heavy industry needs it, and even the future development of internal combustion engine technology will require it.

Controlling oil is like having your destiny in your hands.

With boundless imagination in his heart, He Feng led the group to this rusty land.

After navigating through the spiderweb of steel, we finally got a glimpse of the entire interior of this large oil field.

Countless pipelines crisscross and connect in a chaotic yet harmonious way. Most of them are ready to use after takeover, and the most important deep-sea oil pipelines are also undamaged.

The disassembled oil extraction parts were all moved to the oil field and reassembled by the workers, like building blocks.

The oil field, which had been silent for a long time, once again let out a dull groan after a long period of time.

Hot water was poured onto the frozen oil pipeline, and after a few minutes, it began to flow.

With the powerful output of the pump, a mixture of ice shards and black oil was first discharged, like sand and gravel blocking a river channel.

But soon, as the horsepower increased, the thick black oil in the pipe suddenly gushed out.

"It's oil, it really is oil!"

Several workers nearby cheered, singing and dancing as they held their hands full of black crude oil, grinning from ear to ear.

"My lord is truly a master strategist. So it turns out that his shameless business dealings with White Raven City were all planned out in advance."

"Of course, my lord, this is called enduring hardship and biding your time. You should learn from it."

The workers chatted excitedly, one after another.

At this point, Zhou Haiping, who had initially questioned He Feng, was truly convinced of the lord's uncanny ability to predict the future.

This lord, who rose from the ranks of wanderers, thought further ahead than any of them.

They bought a distillation tower at a loss, supported the refugees of White Crow City for nothing, and then there was this seemingly barren oil-rich region.

One link leads to another, like a relentless mad dog, afraid that if it takes even one more breath, it will be exhausted and die.

Although I don't know how their lord managed to pull off such a top-notch operation.

But this is not important.

Human destiny is predetermined, and he was certain that He Feng had stumbled and broken through obstacles to reach where he is today.

Looking back now, Zhou Haiping's desire to assist He Feng has become even more fervent.

If it were him, perhaps the Azure might really become a behemoth on the icy sea.

And he can become a key figure who leaves his mark on the history of the Ice Sea!

Zhou Haiping was lost in his own self-admiration, a foolish smile still on his face.

Human joys and sorrows, separations and reunions are always varied.

He Feng didn't get involved in these trivial matters. Instead, he looked around and picked up pieces of paper that looked like trash from time to time.

Some glanced at it and tossed it aside.

Some picked it up, tried to read it aloud, but then started swearing.

"They're all just gossip magazines from that world. Aren't there any sensational news stories?" He Feng pursed his lips and complained.

He Feng has always been searching for the truth of this world.

The natural disasters in this world are not like the inexplicable stories he had seen before about "billions of people struggling to survive".

In the darkness, one can always find some clues.

For example, the monsters always crawl out from the seabed, and the opened treasure chests can be touched, but they have no mass; they are more like some kind of high-tech projection.

It seemed as if something was subtly pushing them forward from behind, giving them no time to catch their breath.

He Feng wiped his mouth, skimmed over the pages of men's magazines, and aimlessly flipped through the nearly ruined pages.

Suddenly, a notice with the eye-catching title "Mill Jansen wins the 20th Nobel Prize in Physics and Biology" appeared in front of him.

The name Mil Jansen sent a chill down He Feng's spine.

Isn't this the guy who created the breathing technique he uses?

Driven by immense curiosity, He Feng was determined to get to the bottom of it.

The main content, however, is still under Zhou Haiping's feet.

"Zhou Haiping, you fucking lift your feet up right now."