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

But the scene before our eyes, while bizarre, also reveals a sliver of reason. From the seawater dripping from Zach's forehead, to the muscles in his arms that are clearly exerting force, to his resolute and unwavering expression, everything tests our rationality—is this an illogical confrontation, or a figment of imagination as intricate as a Michelangelo sculpture?

The monster, which was firmly held back, was not as worried as we were. It probably only took a few seconds to realize that something was wrong. It shook its tail fin again, stirring up the seawater and creating a new round of chaotic eddies on the ocean floor. It was about to break through the grip.

Sometimes, I admire myself. In this scene, I think of this fish-shaped monster. Its way of wreaking havoc on the sea is much more scientific than Godzilla's—at least it doesn't need to rely on its short legs to tread water and surface.

My wild thoughts don't stop others from being single-minded. For example, Gray has already jumped into the water, creating a bright wave, and is swimming towards Zack while shouting!

"Zack, hang in there! I'm coming to help you!"

In his excitement, Gray was now truly serious; his body temperature soared once more. Steam rose from his body, which had touched the sea surface, and the speed at which he swung his arms grew increasingly astonishing!

His stroke style changed continuously from the freestyle that broke through the water to the butterfly stroke that sped up. Finally, relying on superhuman acceleration and the act of forcibly resisting the water resistance, he was almost floating on the surface with his body leaning forward!

The rising water vapor formed a relatively smooth contact surface with low friction, and he actually managed to walk on water, which was like surfing on Newton's coffin board. His behavior was extremely wicked.

Kay was not to be outdone. With his years of experience sailing at sea, swimming this distance was just a basic skill for him.

Unlike Gray, Kai didn't waste his energy fighting the water resistance. He plunged into the water, his limbs moving in a coordinated and steady manner, his spine as flexible as an aquatic creature. He only needed to breathe once every five minutes, and in one breath he was able to reach Zach's side a little later.

Before I could even judge their actions, Gray had already approached Zack. He stretched out his arms and charged headlong into the monster, unleashing a devastating attack, and then…

It flew back at an even faster speed than it had come, and crashed into the water, its fate unknown.

Holy crap? What just happened?

Was I hit by the Diamond Dust Fist?!

The next second, I saw Zack, who was facing the giant head-on with his hands clasped together, had somehow raised and lowered his leg, as naturally as an old man in the park doing Tai Chi, and could even ask you a question like "What the hell is this?"

All I can say is: So you're called Charlotte?

Okay, I know that wasn't Tai Chi, but rather that his movements were so fast that Gray, as the one receiving the force, flew out first before my vision could even discern the action of him kicking Gray away.

The next unlucky one will undoubtedly be Kay.

Kai, who arrived right behind Gray, was still in the midst of his second breath-taking underwater leap and had no time to look up and assess his surroundings. However, he seemed to instinctively sense something was amiss, probably mistaking the monster for one that had escaped, so he slightly altered his course and brushed past Zack.

But this did not affect Zach's actions.

As soon as he put his foot back into the water, a huge shockwave formed on the spot, and the same explosive ripples as before instantly shot up, pushing Kai out of the water several meters away.

The water's cushioning also served as a barrier; the damage from that impact was no less than being hit head-on by a Skoda's powerful palm strike. Only if Teacher Yu were here could he have managed to stand and wait for his Bentley to crash into him.

"Marcus, should we use an attack to eliminate the threat of force?"

Ada Wong's voice came at just the right moment, her meaning was clear: to take down Zack and eliminate the threat.

But I still don't understand what's wrong with Zack. Could it be that Perrin took too much of a potion and it's messed up his brain, turning him into someone who doesn't recognize his own family and attacks anyone he sees?

"Don't fire yet..."

I immediately stopped Ada Wong. Judging from Zack's punching and kicking stance, he was clearly proficient in the Six Powers of the Navy. I was afraid that if I fired a shot, I would attract his attention...

Holy crap, he's actually coming right at us!

…………

With a sudden burst of strength, Zack's iron-like fists slammed into the fish-shaped monster, shoving it into the water where it was utterly helpless. Then, with a feint kick, he leaped over the vast expanse of sea and charged toward us!

Because of the high speed, I didn't feel anything unusual before I was startled by the raging wind. By the time I came to my senses, Zack had already punched the thick iron wall of the ring-shaped aircraft, causing the seawater below the ship to ripple with terrifying waves.

The aircraft's outer glass, which was designed to withstand high-altitude storms, extreme temperatures, and even firepower, instantly cracked with countless shards, proving so fragile that it could not withstand a second wave of attacks.

"He retreated behind the gate; he was coming for me."

Ada Wong stood behind the glass, coldly watching Zack appear before her. Despite the fierce wind swaying her dress, her high heels remained perfectly still, and she took a step back as if she had foreseen it.

As if to cooperate with her performance, Zack indeed smashed the glass with his body and rushed in, crashing into the spot where she had just been standing.

The titanium steel floorboards dented instantly, revealing a strange, flickering red light on the ground...

"boom!"

The explosion reverberated throughout the area immediately, yet its yield was precisely precise, avoiding any impact on the crew. Amidst the billowing smoke, Zack, covered in soot, scrambled to his feet, his trousers completely ripped, revealing his burned, muscular calves.

He flipped over quickly, the smoke in the arena seemingly not obstructing his vision, and accurately kicked to the left, brushing past Ada Wong's red dress, the force of the kick almost lifting the floor off the ground.

Ada Wong, who nearly lost her balance due to the rapid combo, landed quietly to one side, rolled twice, and stopped near the wall, looking somewhat disheveled.

Zack wanted to give chase, but he didn't notice where he was about to land; several more red lights flashed...

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Three consecutive explosions, each bursting into flames at the next spot where Zach landed, created a perilous situation almost like stepping into a minefield. Zach staggered off the side of the cabin and was thrown out!

How can someone turn the uncontrollable, explosive area-of-effect attack of a bomb into such a sophisticated trap and control skill?

"If you don't manage the foundation members properly, I'll blow you to pieces."

Ida Wong gently stroked the slightly wrinkled table cover, glancing at me with her phoenix eyes as if she were just casually disciplining a disobedient child.

"We, the [unclear], love hiring these crazy lunatics. If you actually blow him up, I might try to extort a million or two from you..."

Ada Wong chuckled lightly: "The explosive power I used was enough to destroy a Black Iron multi-purpose vehicle. Did you think I deliberately held back just now?"

I was filled with awe. No wonder he was Zack, who had unlocked the third stage of his genetic potential. He hadn't even killed anyone with such a bomb. It seemed he really might become a zombie hostage.

Compared to Zack's raw talent, I don't think Ada Wong's approach was wrong. As an agent, what she sought was never a fair and square victory, but rather to destroy her opponents mentally or physically.

Furthermore, even for martial artists, if you're dragged into a "fair" duel, it means your tactics are utterly useless. Only a cunning and honest final boss would wait for their opponent to develop step by step; brave warriors like us join the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect right from the start!

But I vaguely remember that Zack's physical abilities only improved at the second tier, and the third tier didn't offer much of an improvement; it just enhanced his mental abilities...

Watch out behind you!

No sooner had I spoken than Zack's figure rushed onto the deck like a ghost, heading straight for Ada Wong once again.

Ada Wong's murderous intent surged suddenly, so intense it could almost scorch those around her. This was the pure will forged in the crucible of countless deaths. It seemed she was truly determined to kill him and was prepared to use any means necessary to deal with Zack.

It's her murderous aura! Agent E's murderous aura is much stronger than that of ordinary people, which is the reason why Zack keeps clinging to his target!

Unlike the giant beasts' hatred for living beings and Kai and Gray's rage, Ada Wong's killing intent is pure, direct, and undisguisedly directed at Zack—that's the real problem!

Perrin's potion might suppress the functions of the senses (sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch), but it significantly enhances the dominant role of consciousness, actively probing and perceiving the indescribable. Therefore, at this point, Zack was a powder keg, incapable of recognizing enemies or friends.

Having abandoned his familiar appearance, he could only rely on his aura to distinguish everything and began indiscriminate attacks.

What's even more frightening is that I'm worried his ability to mimic the thoughts of the third-order gene lock hasn't weakened as a result; on the contrary, it's rapidly increasing...

With his eyes vacant, Zack raised one hand high, swatting away obstacles like a cannonball, and with one foot lightly touching the ground, attacked Ada Wong from the side. The intense tremor knocked her to the ground.

Just as Ada Wong was about to use the same trick to lure Zack into the trap, she suddenly realized that her invincible attack method had failed. The red light on the ground, which should have flashed instantly, disappeared completely, as if nothing had happened!

Because the miniature bomb she had just been thrown was caught perfectly in Zack's hand mid-air, skimming the ground. Even a circus couldn't achieve such precision in that throw and catch!

Ada Wong's thought process has been thoroughly analyzed!

At the critical moment, I used my long-prepared breathing technique to forcefully step forward and collide with Zack in a real battle, like a Tiger tank and a T-34 tank colliding head-on on the Siberian plains.

Unfortunately, I am a T-34.

The power of the breathing technique coiled around me like a giant python, instantly pouncing on Zach. It continuously disrupted his attacks from the point of contact with my arms. However, Zach's arms were sometimes like giant rocks and iron plates, enduring wind and rain without flinching, and sometimes like white paper in the wind, swaying and fluttering with the waves, dispersing my force. His fists came straight for my face.

"Be careful, brat! Zack's consciousness has already penetrated Herod's map and found the truth in death. You might really get killed if you're not careful!"

"You old geezer, why didn't you say so earlier! Besides, where I'm from, we don't call this state Herod's 'Heliocentric'..."

I heard Old Man Hook's infuriating voice, "This is clearly half-step into the fourth stage of the Gene Lock!!"

Chapter 640, the Map of Shamelessness, continues to guide you.

Zack's eyes were devoid of any emotion; his eye sockets were filled with bulging veins, as if every muscle in his body was in a bizarre state of being squeezed and stretched. Ordinary boxing techniques at most emphasize "using breath to generate power and sound to enhance momentum," but Zack was practically practicing a divine skill that could "make anyone pregnant with a glare"!

...That's too dangerous, maybe I shouldn't fight it.

As the saying goes, one should strike while the iron is hot, but the second attempt will be less effective and the third will be exhausted. Just the brief exchange just now had already depleted most of my accumulated strength, and the idea of ​​disengaging from the battle had further dampened my spirits. Zack probably also instantly realized that I was the biggest threat and the easiest to deal with, and charged straight at me.

"call out!"

A beam of indigo light grazed past Zack, followed by a barrage of beams heading straight for him. Hidden among these beams were large-caliber gunpowder weapons. This was the cover fire that Ada Wong and Spyro Jr. had organized from their aircraft, drawing attention to the enemy first.

Facing a barrage of concentrated fire, Zach strode across the water, his ghostly figure vanishing from the surface in an instant, only to reappear on the other side of the horizon. He tore open the ship's fragile defenses with his bare hands, crashing into it. Within seconds, bursts of fire and screams filled the air.

"Hey! What's the casualty situation on board?!"

I felt a pang of heartache.

At first, I really didn't want to clash head-on with Zack, turning what was originally an opportunity for us into a whetstone for internal strife. But with Zack running into the ship's cabins and wreaking havoc, staining so many innocent lives with his blood, I simply couldn't stand by and do nothing...

But soon, Sparrow's angry shouts came from the broken window: "You crazy woman! If you keep throwing bombs around, we'll be the first ones blown up!"

Uh, okay...

It seems that the current situation is not as bad as I imagined.

However, if this drags on any longer, given Zack's ruthless nature, it could really lead to a huge mistake. As his father... cough cough, as his leader, I can no longer pin my hopes on Zack waking up and becoming an ally. My primary task is to control this dangerous individual...

I took two deep breaths to get my heart rate under control, and then climbed to the top of the aircraft.

"Stop fighting amongst yourselves and help me lure him to the top of the aircraft!"

Just like Jackie Chan would go to a furniture store to fight, since I'm not going to fly on Newton's coffin, if we really had to fight, I'd need to find a wide, flat place to gain some advantage.

Suddenly, the noise inside the aircraft stopped. I thought my voice was too soft for anyone to hear, and I was about to shout again when I felt an abnormal tremor under my feet...

"To suffer!"

Alarm bells rang in my mind, and I felt as dizzy as when I first encountered academic fraud.

As for why academic fraud can cause dizziness... you should know that this kind of thing may seem like it doesn't have much of an impact at first glance, but it can give you a different image.

Imagine you've just moved into a new house, and after a week, someone online tells you that the foundation wasn't laid properly and the house could collapse at any moment. You don't think much of it, and then suddenly you feel the house shake...

And so, with this absurd premonition, an explosion powerful enough to blow off the outer shell of the aircraft started from my feet and continued to roar for a minute before stopping!

What's even stranger is that the explosions seemed premeditated, occurring in a series at my feet, forcing me to jump left and right repeatedly to finally escape the fate of having my soles blown apart.

Amidst the chaos of war, a woman in a red dress, like a vibrant rose in full bloom, suddenly appeared from the turmoil. She nimbly leaped onto the top of the aircraft, leaned against the remnants of the previously destroyed bridge to catch her breath for a moment, and then stared intently at the dark hole in the ground.

"Boom!"

Zack's ferocious figure broke through the fog without any doubt, using his intuition beyond his five senses to pursue the enemy who was attacking again. If he were caught, the consequences would be unimaginable.