Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Lu Fan didn't speak, but used the flickering firelight behind him to glance at the dark figure beside him out of the corner of his eye.

The shadow was as wide as a wall.

With such a large body, it could approach me silently.

He probably has some skills.

"Don't move!"

The dagger in General Peng's hand moved forward half an inch, piercing through Lu Fan's lower back and leaving a bloody mark on his skin.

He quickly ran his other hand over Lu Fan's body.

I didn't find any weapons.

I only managed to find a few pieces of material that I had just taken out of my pocket: [household RO reverse osmosis membrane filter cartridges].

"Oh, so that's what you stole!"

General Manager Peng held the filter in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and then let out a hearty laugh: "To be able to take down Li Huo so easily and still sneak in unnoticed. Young man, you've got some skills and know how to survive. You're a talent!"

He threw the filter back to Lu Fan, and even took a step back, adopting a humble and respectful demeanor.

"I won't kill you; I'll even give you a chance, how about it?"

Lu Fan raised his hands, slowly turned around, and looked expressionlessly at the fat man with a face full of fat.

"What opportunity?"

"Let's make a deal!" President Peng pointed to the dark sea outside the window. "I'll give you a ticket to Xihuan Mountain! On the condition that you become one of my... oh no, one of my trusted confidants. Help me build the first commercial empire in the apocalypse at that base!"

Lu Fan looked at his arrogant face and his lips twitched slightly.

"this one?"

His gaze was as if he were looking at an idiot: "Not interested!"

Are you going to become his lackey just because of a worthless ship ticket?

This fat guy must have gone mad from being a local tyrant in the office building!

Besides, he'll be going to the Xihuan Mountain stronghold sooner or later, so he can investigate any secrets himself.

Upon being rejected, General Manager Peng's smile froze instantly, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences! Fine, it's been over a decade since I last fought, I wonder if I've lost any of my skills!"

The voice just fell.

Lu Fan felt a surge of killing intent coming towards him.

Before he could even draw his gun, General Peng punched him in the chest, sending him flying backward with a muffled groan, crashing into the wall.

Lu Fan coughed up blood and his heart nearly stopped.

Unexpectedly, this fat man was not only cunning, but also incredibly agile.

The speed of that punch was so fast it left afterimages!

Lu Fan originally intended to create some distance and then draw his gun to shoot the guy.

But now his limbs are paralyzed, he can't even lift his wrists, let alone pull the trigger.

"Young man, I can see you've faced life and death; your character is extraordinary!"

General Peng slowly raised the dagger in his hand, the blade twirling deftly between his fingers. "I'll give you one last chance! If you agree, I can give you a secret for free; I think someone like you will definitely be very interested!"

"I agree!" Lu Fan raised an eyebrow and quickly agreed.

Saving your life is the most important thing!

Anyway, I have legs, so I can run away anytime!

General Peng smiled with satisfaction, lowered his voice, and spoke in a seductive tone.

"Do you know why the authorities chose that desolate mountain, Xihuan Mountain, as their base?"

"Because...it's relatively tall?"

"You're being too superficial, young man! Actually, as early as the first day of the torrential rain, the authorities discovered an ancient... in that mountain..."

Boom! ...

A thunderclap exploded outside the window without warning, instantly drowning out President Peng's voice.

Immediately afterwards, torrential rain poured down outside the window, pounding wildly against the glass curtain wall.

Lu Fan didn't hear the last few words clearly.

A blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and President Peng, who had been looking smug, suddenly froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

His beady eyes were fixed on the window, his eyeballs bloodshot with terror.

"No...it's impossible...how could that thing be?!"

Lu Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look in the direction of his gaze.

Several bolts of lightning struck.

On the pitch-black sea, a huge black shadow was breaking through the giant waves and swimming rapidly toward this side.

That's not a boat.

It was a living creature!

Before the two could react, a deep, resonant, and ethereal sound came from the depths of the sea.

Om-! !

The sound, penetrating my ears, made my bones tremble.

The entire 30-story office building seemed to have been violently shaken by a giant hand, emitting a heart-palpitating sound of steel bars twisting.

"Snap!"

The floor beneath their feet cracked instantly.

The floor slabs, which already bore a heavy load of supplies, collapsed completely under the impact of General Peng's trampling and the violent shaking.

"Hold!"

Lu Fan only managed to utter one curse before his body plummeted weightlessly along with the shattered concrete.

It's currently the 29th floor.

Inside the lobby.

Blood stained the carpet, and the cries of survivors echoed everywhere.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from above.

The ceiling collapsed.

A large amount of supplies, along with two living people, were thrown heavily onto the floor amidst smoke and dust.

The already terrified survivors were all drawn to the sound of the collapse, their steel pipes and machetes frozen in mid-air.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Although General Peng is fat, he is indeed very skilled.

He rolled over to dissipate the force upon landing, and although he was covered in dirt, he quickly wobbled to his feet.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, pointed around, and said to Lu Fan, who was a few meters away clutching his chest and getting up.

"Consider yourself lucky! Now, take care of them; consider it your pledge of loyalty!"

Lu Fan sneered, his whole body aching as his hands hung limply, his ten fingers gradually regaining sensation.

"You fatso, have you ever heard the saying, 'What's the fastest distance from seven steps away?'"

General Peng sensed something was wrong and gripped the dagger tighter, his muscular face trembling. "Playing tricks? You want to die?!"

He instinctively shifted his feet, and the moment he saw Lu Fan's murderous gaze, he took a deep breath and suddenly exerted force with his feet.

Driven by his bulky body, he shot towards Lu Fan like a cannonball, accompanied by a whistling sound.

If it were an ordinary person, that impact would probably have shattered all their bones.

Lu Fan raised his head and looked at the charging human-shaped tank, his eyes frighteningly calm.

"Seven paces away, the gun is fast!"

He didn't hide.

He simply flipped his right hand slightly.

A black Type 64 pistol appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Raise your hand and aim.

The movements were fluid and graceful!

"And within seven paces, the gun is both accurate and fast!"

"What?!!"

General Peng's charge suddenly halted, and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

"You fucking have no sportsmanship..."

boom!

A crisp gunshot rang out, echoing through the deathly silent hall.

A burst of blood erupted from General Peng's forehead.

His massive body swayed, staring at Lu Fan in disbelief through the smoking, bloody hole in his forehead.

Lu Fan blew away the wisp of smoke from the muzzle of the gun, his tone indifferent:

"My lord, times have changed!"

boom.

General Peng fell backward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Those bulging eyes stared at the ceiling.

He never understood where the pistol was hidden until his death.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Those managers and survivors who were originally bloodthirsty turned pale with fright when they saw the dark, gaping object in Lu Fan's hand, and instinctively backed away.

That's a gun!

The real deal!

"General Peng...is dead?"

"It's over! We're all going to die!"

"Run! This madman will kill us all!"

The crowd erupted instantly, with cries and screams filling the air as people scurried about like headless flies.

Lu Fan frowned, having no time to pay attention to this rabble.

That loud roar from the seabed, and that terrifying black shadow...

This is definitely not someone he can handle!

Don't stay here for long!

He stood up, preparing to take advantage of the chaos to leave.

Suddenly, eight men from different directions, each holding a machete, exchanged glances.

Unlike the others who ran around aimlessly, they stopped and their eyes revealed the greed of desperados.

Previously, they were trusted henchmen under General Peng.

Now that General Peng is dead, order has collapsed!

This kid only has one gun.

I just fired one shot; I have at most six bullets left.

There were eight of them!

Fortune favors the bold!

The leader, a scarred man, licked his lips, gripped his machete tightly, and growled in a low voice, "Brothers! Let's attack from all eight directions together; he won't have time to react!"

Driven by the lure of enormous profits, these eight desperate criminals, their eyes bloodshot, moved like a pack of hungry wolves drawn to blood, forming a circle around Lu Fan.

"If we get that gun, all the supplies and women in this building will be ours!"

"Charge! Kill him!!"

Lu Fan looked at this group of ignorant fools and clicked his tongue impatiently!

"Since you want to steal the guns, then stay here!"