Chapter 108 Let's see what's behind you.

The biting wind was fierce and dark, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

The howling wind rippled across the frozen surface, creating white waves.

Those were snowflakes that had just landed and were blown up again, wantonly displaying the power of nature.

Once the ice has frozen thick enough, the monsters that were previously isolated by the ice begin to set foot on it, launching a brutal hunt.

It points directly to any human settlement.

That was the real monster tide, a horde of monsters that blotted out the sky, charging in from all directions, without any plan or strategy.

They are monsters who, after seizing the ecological niche from humans, possess a frenzied animal population with overwhelming numbers.

Ignorant and ignorant, their minds are filled with the desire to eat raw flesh and blood!

This natural disaster is known as a "cold wave".

In the past, this extremely terrifying disaster affected both the survivors on the fortresses and the wanderers drifting among the ice.

All they could do was pray to God that they could survive this catastrophe.

Regardless of the value of life, death and the cold wind are equal; nature will evenly spread despair to any place where life exists.

The silence will spread, gradually turning into a deathly stillness, atop the fortress teeming with monsters...

But there are always those who manage to gain the upper hand first.

The entire Heilong Bay has a unique topography, with a huge "U" spanning the entire icy ocean, blocking the fierce cold air and making the surrounding area impenetrable.

Its internal hot springs also minimize the impact of low temperatures.

Despite its many advantages, it may still be unable to withstand the combined impact of monster hordes and low temperatures.

Therefore, in order to ensure that the remaining people are able to cope with the crisis after the Azure departs.

Almost everyone was busy at the port exit, building the steel defense line that was several hundred meters wide.

The project is proceeding at a rapid pace across multiple fronts in an effort to complete it as soon as possible before the crisis hits.

Steel rails were laid on solid ice to support the giant cranes on top.

The materials are transported in a regular, swaying motion to the storage point, carrying dozens of tons of building materials.

There are still countless other engineering machines operating cumbersomely.

For example, a steam-powered hydraulic excavator, with its slow but powerful massive hand, digs out ice and shapes the terrain.

These are all new findings obtained through reverse engineering of scientific blueprints.

It consumes a lot of fuel, and is actually a mechanical monster pieced together from various technologies, a prime example of achieving miracles through sheer force.

Aside from these.

The workers were also busy and working enthusiastically.

Hammers, welding torches, and casting torches were wielded with great enthusiasm.

The welding torch first heats the end of the steel nail to a blazing red in the flame of acetylene and other high-temperature gases, which are over a thousand degrees Celsius. Then, it is aligned with the position and the welding torch is pressed down with a "plop".

In an instant, the two steel plates were glued together so tightly that they became inseparable, achieving the most secure bond with the most primitive technique.

The workers, enduring the heat radiation, diligently continued their work.

"You, you, you, come here!" A foreman shouted at a young worker, sneering.

"What's wrong?" The worker stopped what he was doing, turned around from the rope, and asked, his face still covered in sweat.

"You soldered it wrong!"

"What's wrong?" The worker held up his hand and compared the spacing of each rivet, but there was nothing wrong with it, which puzzled him greatly.

"I'm the supervisor. What right do you have to break the rules when I'm looking at the others and fire a few more bullets than them? This is a violation of the official regulations!"

"And why did you waste your precious work time talking to me? Remember that!"

The worker's face contorted in disbelief as he gave the man a second look.

Upon closer inspection, he actually discerned something interesting.

He was just a lackey who had been bossed around by Zhou Haiping, the city defense officer, and he also got a job as a supervisor.

"So what are you going to do to me?" the young worker scoffed.

"How about that? I'm going to deduct your work points. You dare to talk back to your boss. I'll deduct another point."

The junior supervisor smugly made threats, pretending to draw in his notebook, but in reality, he couldn't read a single word, and after writing for a long time, the whole page was still blank.

With an organization comes a hierarchy, which inevitably leads to the emergence of sycophants who are unworthy of their positions and abuse their power.

In front of their superiors, they are dutiful and obedient subordinates, but once they taste the sweetness of power, they will transform into completely different villains.

He didn't know the man's name, nor did he know that the time he had spent pretending to write was enough to write the man's name dozens of times.

"He must have been frightened by me." The little foreman raised his shifty eyes, only to see the man's face filled with fear and utmost respect.

This secretly pleased him.

Because he had a little bit of power, he could criticize anyone, and everyone had to bow and scrape to him.

His gaze swept over the others, just a fleeting glance, but they all seemed to share the same intense, unwavering look, as if it were a copy of his own.

But it seemed to penetrate deeper, through his filthy body.

"Is this what it means to have power?" he thought to himself, a morbid happiness welling up inside him.

In the past, he had gone to great lengths to get close to Zhou Haiping, the newly appointed city defense officer.

Through countless planned encounters and the numb rejections, he ultimately earned the prestigious position of her right-hand man.

Of course, there are many people who share his ideas, but he is the one who went to the extreme.

They mastered the art of framing and reporting without any formal instruction, using the most despicable methods to make their superiors feel that they were easy tools to use.

So he succeeded, although he is still just an insignificant little supervisor.

He secretly reveled in the feeling of trampling on others, instilling fear and leaving them helpless.

This is just the beginning. He's ruthless, ambitious, and physically capable; it's only a matter of time before he climbs to the top.

Thinking of this, a smug smile crept onto his lips.

So he stood with his hands on his hips, his eyes filled with the contempt of someone in a high position for someone in a low position.

Just as he was about to speak, a large hand patted his shoulder. The movement was so natural that it went unnoticed, yet it inexplicably made him feel a chill.

"Who the hell is this? How dare they scare your foreman grandpa?" he said, trying to sound calm.

"it's me."

The voice was cold and indifferent, devoid of any emotion, like a calm lake surface concealing a weighty depth capable of drowning any living thing.

"Greetings, my lord."

The young worker who had been blamed earlier spoke first, his left fist on the ground, half-squatting as he encouraged the others.

Upon hearing this, the once bustling construction site seemed to be put on pause.

They shouted in unison.

"Greetings, my lord."

The excitement turned into despair. The young overseer tried to twist his neck, but his legs reacted before his body could.

His legs gave way and he knelt on the ground.