The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 1021 Master, help me!

Zhang Su could hardly believe it. He rubbed his eyes and raised the binoculars again to look. This time he could see it more clearly. In the world full of light in his eyes, the cloth covered in dirt was printed with stars and stripes!
"The signal beacons on the aircraft carrier, the big, beautiful national flag—who are these two guys?"

Zhang Su felt he had discovered something very important. He carefully observed the two people desperately calling for help on the ice again, but they were so dirty that he couldn't tell their race. However, their identities were obvious.

"Hey!"

Zhang Su leaped off the cliff, using a protruding rock for leverage, and then jumped again, landing steadily on the beach, his feet sinking into the soft sand.

He decided to save the two suspicious men!

The two islands are several kilometers apart. Zhang Su walked onto the ice, looked at the calm sea in front of him, squatted down and placed his palm on the sea. Then, the broken ice heart stirred, and a surge of cold air burst out.

Milky white ice blocks formed from Zhang Su's palm, instantly growing from the size of a book to the size of a mattress. As the cold air was released, the final diameter was fixed at about three or four meters, and it was half a meter thick.

"That won't do either."

Zhang Su released nearly 10% of his icy energy, intending to extend an icy path from the ice beneath his feet to the small island to the south, but instead created a large ice disc!

The ice tray floated on the sea, swaying gently.

Using ice skating to carry out rescue operations? That's ridiculous!
Adjusting the direction and the way the cold air was released, I tried again. This time it was a little better, and I made an icicle more than 20 meters long, which one person could hug. From a distance, it looked a bit like a dragon boat.

How can we pave an ice road across the sea?

Zhang Su looked at the ice plate and ice pillars with a troubled expression; this was far from the effect he wanted.

"try again."

Zhang Su glanced at the situation on the opposite island. The fire was raging, but it would definitely not affect the ice on the shore, so the two people were safe.

He crouched down, this time placing his hand on the edge of the ice, and with a thought, a surge of cold air erupted.

Cluck cluck cluck.

The edge of the ice layer was shrouded in cold air, and the newly formed ice was like a burgeoning green plant, growing wildly forward. Under the abundant cold air, it spread out for more than a hundred meters in the blink of an eye!
Seeing that he had finally found a way, Zhang Su spared no effort, clearing out the broken Ice Heart. A one-meter-wide milky-white ice crystal road appeared on the sea, but its length...

"The method is correct, but the quantity is far from what was expected."

Zhang Su looked ahead and estimated that the ice road was only about seven or eight hundred meters long, which was far from the distance to the island on the other side.

……

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"White, can we really be saved?"

On the ice of the northern shore of Fire Island, McCree, waving his flag with all his might, had a dry mouth and cracked lips.

Whew, whimper.

The huge flag was tied to a long pole, whistling in the wind, and looked somewhat tragic against the backdrop of the raging fire behind it.

"There is hope. As long as they haven't flown away, we have hope. Don't give up. They will definitely notice the fire here. This is our last chance. We must not give up. Keep going!"

White had shoulder-length hair and was nearly two meters tall, but he was already as thin as a bamboo pole. He gripped a tree trunk as thick as his wrist and shook it vigorously, his eyes filled with a will to survive.

They had repeated similar distress calls several times, but previously they would at most light a small pile of branches and smother it with black smoke...

Today, we're going all out. From our hiding place to the shore, we're setting fires all the way, as if we want to set the whole island ablaze!
This was the first time they had seen an aerial unit approach the island, and their chances of being rescued were far greater than before. They had to seize this opportunity with all their might. If they failed again this time, the two of them did not intend to continue. They had reached their limit of running out of ammunition and supplies.

"Huff, huff... White, I can't keep going anymore, I need to rest."

McCree turned to look at the fire on the island. He felt the warmth rushing towards him, and tears welled up in his eyes. This time, White didn't try to persuade McCree. His movements as he swung the tree trunk slowed down. He too felt a sense of hopelessness. The fire behind them had been burning for quite some time; the other person couldn't have missed it.

If there's been no response for so long, there's only one possibility: there's no intention to rescue them.

"Forget it, let's just bury ourselves on this beach. The scenery is not bad."

White put down the tree trunk, plopped down on the ice, and gave a strange smile: "McRay, do you regret your insistence back then?"

Upon hearing White's question, McCree also put down the heavy flag he was holding, sat down next to him, and said coldly, "I regret my weakness. We should have fought back directly instead of letting them throw us off the carrier!"

White shook his head: "They're much better than us... We'd only be dead if we resisted. Enough of this annoying stuff, hey, if you were going to get home in the next second, what would you most want to do?"

"Back home?"

McCree muttered a repeat, then said without hesitation, "I want ten pounds of roast meat and two gallons of ice-cold stout brewed on my cousin's farm. I want to live like this for two Christmases!"

The mere mention of barbecue and ice-cold dark beer made McCree's mouth water; he was no longer thirsty!
"Haha, I always hear you talk about the dark beer from your cousin's farm. I really want to try it! If I could go home, I would buy steaks from all over the world, a whole truckload, and then hire three sexy Honduran beauties to cook steaks for me!"

Their dying fantasies were so simple, revolving around eating, drinking, and having fun.

Unfortunately, even the most beautiful fantasy cannot change the cruel reality. Behind them was a fiery and bright scene, while in front of them was a dim and cold one, as if telling the two that they either had to take a step forward and sink into the icy sea, or turn around and throw themselves into the sea of ​​fire!
Just die a quick death, don't suffer any longer...

“I never imagined I’d die on a beach in China. I don’t even speak the language of this country,” McCree muttered.

"What good will speaking this country's language do us? Will it help us appease the Grim Reaper who rules this land after we die? No, it seems that the Celestial Empire doesn't believe in the Grim Reaper. They seem to call the Grim Reaper Yama... King?"

Before the words were even finished, the two of them turned to look northeast, where a helicopter was taking off!
"Quick, quick, they're leaving! This is our last chance!"

White picked up the flagpole and shoved it into McCrae's hands, while he picked up the tree trunk and shook it violently.

McCree struggled to his feet, shaking his stiff arms as he prepared to wave the flag, when he suddenly exclaimed, "White, the helicopters are coming towards us! They've spotted us! They're here!"

The two islands are about four kilometers apart in a straight line. If you swim in the icy cold water, you can lose all the heat in your body in just two hundred meters and then sink into the dark seabed.

But if you have any small boat, or even just a decent piece of wood, with a bit of luck and effort you can definitely cross this not-so-long distance.

If it's a helicopter, it only takes a few tens of seconds!

"Huh? This is..."

On the plane, Liu Lingping quickly spotted the strange ice road at sea and couldn't help but turn around to look at Zhang Su, who was traveling with her.

What kind of ability could be so astonishing!

She couldn't understand it...

Zhang Su was also admiring his "masterpiece" and did not answer Liu Lingping's question.

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump.

The helicopter wasn't very tall, only about fifty meters. The strong wind generated by the rotors blew through the sea surface reflecting the firelight, parting the red-tinged water into two sides, creating a beautiful, shimmering scene.

In the blink of an eye, the helicopter arrived at the north shore of Burning Island and hovered above the ice.

Zhang Su finally saw clearly the two burly men who were bowing down below—or rather, they could no longer be called burly men, but were two tall, thin men with Western features.

"Master, please save us! Please save us!"

"Please save us, Master!"

Two handsome soldiers tried to ingratiate themselves with the people on the helicopter using their meager knowledge of Chinese culture, speaking fluent American English, but their actions were very sincere!
(End of this chapter)