"At that depth, not to mention the possibility of ferocious fish like sharks below, we might suffocate and die from lack of oxygen before we even get down!"

As the leader retorted, the other sailors also started to protest, "That's right, going down there means certain death."

"It would be a good thing if we survived by the skin of our teeth. Maybe ten of us went down and none of us came back up. You don't value our lives at all!"

"Then why should we go down? Since we're all going to die anyway, just kill us!"

Hearing the commotion, the captain fired two shots into the air.

The loud noise instantly stunned everyone present. They all stared at him in horror, their faces pale.

Seeing that he had intimidated everyone, the captain then waved to the people behind him.

A tall man behind him immediately threw out a bunch of hoses.

"See this hose?"

"It's over a hundred meters long. One end is connected to our diesel compressor, which will continuously supply oxygen downwards. All you need to do is bite down on a hose and quickly spread out the large net for us."

"Although the risk is a bit high, what in this world is without risk? Even eating and drinking can lead to choking."

"Moreover, the compensation we pay is not low. Before you set sail, we have already paid 1,000 yuan to your family in advance. If you can return alive, you will receive another 1,000 yuan!"

"Even if something happens to you, we will hand over this money to your families. So you'd better think carefully: do you want to go down here, or die right now!"

Without further hesitation, the captain pulled the trigger on one of the men who had stepped forward.

With a bang, the bullet struck the victim between the eyebrows, and the victim fell to the ground with a thud, causing a wave of panic and screams at the scene.

They were all honest, poor fishermen who had never seen such a scene before. Most of them covered their heads, curled up, and squatted on the deck, shivering.

"Down, or die!"

"Go get the shovel! Uncle Dasheng, let's fight him!"

A young man stood up, his face full of anger, and clenched his fists, ready to step forward.

Before he could make a move, a gun was pointed at his head!

Xu Dasheng pulled the young man behind him, "Boss, let's go down, let's go down!"

The young man wanted to say something, but Xu Dasheng gripped his arm tightly with his iron-like hand. He looked at Xu Dasheng's face and ultimately said nothing more.

When he came out, his father repeatedly told him to listen to Uncle Dasheng!

Under the captain's commanding presence, one by one the sailors went to the deck next to them, picked up the tubing that was slightly larger than the IV tube, and put it in their mouths.

The tall underling behind the captain impatiently explained how to use it to everyone.

"This soft thing will keep supplying you with oxygen. You're all experienced, so you know how to use it. Remember to keep it in your mouth. If you accidentally let go, we won't be able to find you. We'll just have to wait for you to float to the surface on your own, and you might not even have a chance to float up!"

"Also, when you go down, don't be too close together. If you keep running around, the hoses will get tangled and knotted, and the oxygen won't be able to get down. There's no time to wait for you to find the knot in that kind of water."

"Remember, once you're down there, act quickly. Open our net as fast as you can, the sooner you get it done, the sooner you can come back up..."

All the sailors were assigned to a hose and stood in a group listening to the tall man's explanation.

After he finished speaking, all the sailors were driven into the sea like dumplings.

A huge fishing net weighing several hundred kilograms was thrown into the sea.

Several guns were pointed at them from the ship, and in this vast sea, they were helpless.

A man in his thirties or forties, thinking of his children and elderly mother at home, gritted his teeth and roared, "Brothers, let's fight!"

After saying that, it bit the hose, turned around, and chased after the sinking fishing net.

Seeing this, the others also looked as if they were ready to die, and they all bit the hose and plunged in.

Everyone here is an experienced sailor. When we were recruiting, there were quite a few applicants because of the high salaries. They all went through several rounds of assessments before we signed contracts.

After diving about ten meters into the water, with everyone working together, the large net was slowly torn apart.

Everyone remembered what the tall guy had just said: don't get tangled up, or the hose will get knotted and they'll die down there.

Instinctively, everyone grabbed a corner of the fishing net and retreated to the side.

The deeper they went, the greater the pressure in the water became, and everyone gritted their teeth, their faces contorted in pain.

Xu Dasheng led the young man as they slowly sank: 20 meters, 25 meters, 30 meters, 35 meters...

Just when everyone was about to despair, they reached the bottom, a full fifty meters or so. At this moment, everyone's eyes bulged out, they felt like their temples were about to explode, and their whole bodies were being pricked with needles.

But no one hesitated for a moment. Everyone endured the immense pain and quickly secured the fishing net to the nearby rocks.

At this depth, every second spent at the bottom of the ocean could be fatal.

Large amounts of nitrogen are rapidly entering people's bodies.

Numerous plastic bottles floated to the surface at the top of the fishing net, forming a huge-caliber fishing trap.

The captain and his crew on the sea grinned with delight as they looked at the rows of neatly arranged bottles.

"These bastards actually have some skills!"

Underwater, a nearly kilometer-long warning line slowly unfolds as the fishing boat pulls it, forming a huge circle around the fishing trap.

The sailors who had just set up the fishing nets quickly swam to the outer edge of the circle and began slapping the ground to drive the fish away, creating a lot of bubbles and sounds. The fish in the sea sensed the urge and began to swim into the trap in large numbers.

Some sailors had reached their physical limit and fainted in the water. Others suddenly felt that the tubes in their mouths were no longer supplying oxygen and hurriedly swam upwards in panic, but before they could even reach the surface, they began to sink.

The feinting maneuver to drive the fish away took four or five minutes to complete, by which time eighty percent of the fish in the area had already been caught in the nets.

Watching their partners dwindle one by one, no one dared to slack off in the slightest. They all endured immense pain and carried out the final step: driving the prey towards the center. Once this step was completed, their lives would be saved.

Otherwise, the higher-ups will shut down the diesel compressor and stop the oxygen supply, and no one will be able to get up there.