Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

The kayak gradually approached.

You can hear the two of them talking.

The bearded man sitting in the aft cabin surveyed the wooden boat with a look of disdain:

"Is Young Master Song misjudging it? It's just a small, dilapidated boat that can't even move; what kind of ability could it possibly have?"

The bald, burly man in front grinned maliciously, his eyes greedily sweeping over the ship's metal railings:

"Knock the guy out and take him back to report, but the supplies on this ship... hehe, we'll pocket them!"

"Anyway, a big shot like Young Master Song definitely wouldn't care about this junk."

The bald man lowered his voice and fiddled with the watermelon knife in his hand:

"But go easy on him later, don't kill him."

"Young Master Song specifically requested that he be alive. If he ends up as a corpse, we won't be able to explain ourselves!"

Then a climbing sound rang out.

The two burly men on the kayak nimbly flipped onto the boat.

They stepped onto the wet deck, their eyes sweeping around unabashedly, their faces showing undisguised disgust.

"So damn poor!"

The bald man leading the group tapped the railing with the back of his knife, making a crisp clanging sound: "Besides this sheet of metal, there's not even a decent supply crate. What a wasted trip!"

After saying that, he turned around and pointed his gaze directly at Lu Fan, who was sitting at the door of the driver's seat, panting heavily.

"Hey kid!"

The bald man raised his chin, his tone as if ordering a dog around: "Our Young Master Song thinks highly of you and would like to invite you up for a chat!"

"But before that, hand over everything you're hiding on you, especially food. If I find you hiding anything, I'll break your legs!"

Lu Fan leaned against the door frame, his chest still heaving violently.

Holding my breath underwater for too long has caused me considerable aftereffects due to oxygen deprivation.

I hadn't been able to adjust even after being on land for half a day.

He squinted, sizing up the two guys in front of him, but didn't respond.

"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"

The bearded man behind him grew impatient, grumbling as he stepped forward: "Looks half-dead, probably a scared coward! Fine, I'll search him myself!"

He tucked the knife into his belt and reached out to grab Lu Fan's collar.

Just took a step.

boom!

A gunshot rang out without warning, shaking the deck.

A horrifying bloody hole appeared on the bearded man's forehead, and red and white substances sprayed all over the bald man behind him.

The body swayed twice, then tilted and fell into the sea.

The remaining bald man stood there dumbfounded.

In a society governed by the rule of law, how could this person have a gun?!

Is he a policeman?

But the speed at which he drew his gun was too fast; I didn't even see it clearly!

The ferocity on the bald man's face instantly turned into extreme terror.

"No! Don't kill me!!"

His legs buckled, and he knelt on the iron plate with a thud, the machete in his hand clattering to the ground.

He didn't even bother wiping the brain matter off his face, and frantically kowtowed, crying, "Brother! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"

Lu Fan walked over expressionlessly, pressing the muzzle of the gun against his smooth, sweaty forehead.

"Who sent you? What do you want?"

"Young Master Song! It's Young Master Song! He's the owner of that building!"

The bald man pointed tremblingly at the Song Group building in the distance, speaking at a rapid pace like a machine gun:

"That huge tsunami just now... Young Master Song saw you here alone and was worried you might be in danger, so he kindly sent us to rescue you! He absolutely didn't want to harm you!"

A kind offer of assistance?

Lu Fan didn't even lift his eyelids as he listened to this clumsy lie.

They were just grabbing supplies, and now they're acting as backup?

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the turbulent sea to the top floor of the Song Building.

Even from this distance, he could feel a gaze watching them.

"B-Big brother, I'm just a errand boy. Please be kind and let me go. I promise I won't bother you again!"

"Alright!"

Lu Fan looked away and moved the gun away.

The bald man breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had escaped with his life.

But the next second.

Lu Fan flipped his left hand, and the heavy hexagonal crowbar appeared out of thin air.

Clang!

With a whooshing sound, the crowbar struck the bald man's skull with pinpoint accuracy.

The sound of bones cracking rang out instantly.

The bald man's eyes bulged out of their sockets, his body was taut, and he fell straight down without even letting out a scream.

Lu Fan put away the crowbar and kicked the body into the sea.

"Let you go back and report? Do you think I'm stupid?"

He glanced in the direction of the Song Group building, turned around and walked back to the driver's seat, closing the wooden door tightly.

Since the shots have already been fired, that's the best deterrent.

As long as the people in that building aren't out of their minds, they definitely won't dare to provoke a ruthless person with a gun anytime soon!

This diving trip has taken a toll on his physical strength, and all he wants to do now is sleep.

Otherwise, my body would really collapse suddenly.

at the same time

The top floor of the Song Group building.

Song Han put down the binoculars in her hand and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"That's interesting!"

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone cold and stern: "A headshot, then an execution with a melee weapon—looks like a ruthless man!"

Uncle Zhong, standing behind him, bowed slightly, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes.

"Young Master Song, since this person is so straightforward, why don't I go myself?"

Song Han remained silent for a moment, then waved her hand.

"No rush!"

"We're not robbers, there's no need to provoke him at this critical juncture."

He pointed to the distant sea area where the waters had just calmed down:

"That bizarre tsunami just happened, and it's unclear whether the octopus shark survived. The fact that this kid could survive such an impact means he has some skills!"

"Keep him alive. In case that octopus shark is still active in these waters, he can be used as bait!"

Song Han turned around and straightened her clothes.

"Uncle Zhong, have Manager Zhao re-inventory the existing supplies!"

"Distribute supplies to the survivors regularly and in fixed quantities each day. Remember to give Miss Shen extra supplies; they'll be useful to us later!"

"If there are any troublemakers, bring them up here as an example to deter others!"

Song Han smiled faintly and patted Uncle Zhong on the shoulder.

"The Song family's rescue ship from Xihuan Mountain will take some time to arrive! We must prepare for a protracted battle; I don't want to see any unnecessary losses!"

Uncle Zhong nodded and bowed slightly: "Everything will be as you command, young master!"