Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

The morning after a night of torrential rain.

The air had a damp, fishy smell.

A cold wind howled in the corner of the ruins of a broken office building.

Chen Ze huddled in a corner filled with rubble, his eyes bloodshot.

Chu Xin hugged the teddy bear tightly in her arms, rested her head on Chen Ze's shoulder, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.

"It's gone...the yacht is gone..."

Chen Ze stared blankly at the half-slab of floorboards, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

Since the yacht was discovered to be missing yesterday.

He was utterly desperate.

"It's all your fault!"

With a sob in her voice, Chu Xin suddenly raised her head, her fingernails digging into Chen Ze's flesh: "If we hadn't listened to you, Uncle and Aunt wouldn't have died! We wouldn't be trapped in this godforsaken place!"

Chen Ze abruptly shook off her hand and stood up abruptly.

"Blame me? Your whole family is a bunch of weirdos, and you have the nerve to blame me?"

He pointed at the murky seawater below, spitting all over Chu Xin's face: "When that huge wave crashed over us, why didn't you grab the handrail and instead grabbed my arm? If you weren't such an idiot, how would that whole backpack of food have fallen into the water?!"

Chu Xin was stunned by the shout and couldn't help but burst out in grievance.

She leaned against the wall and stood up, screaming, "Why are you yelling at me? Lu Fan never even dared to say a harsh word to me before, so what gives you the right, Chen Ze, to yell at me?!"

It's Lu Fan again!

They're using a dead person to insult me ​​again!

The veins on Chen Ze's forehead throbbed.

Snapped!

He slapped him across the face.

He then used his thumb and forefinger to firmly grip Chu Xin's neck, pinning her against the rough cement wall.

"You filthy bitch! Lu Fan, Lu Fan, all you ever talk about is Lu Fan!"

Chen Ze's fingers tightened, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour someone: "I've done so much for you, and this is how you repay me? Without me, you would have died in that building long ago!"

"Cough...cough cough...I'm...sorry...I was...wrong!"

Chu Xin's face turned a deep purplish-red, and she desperately tried to pry Chen Ze's fingers off with both hands, while kicking her legs wildly.

"Woof! Woof woof!!"

Teddy, who had been trembling beside her, saw Chu Xin struggling frantically.

Suddenly, it bared its teeth and lunged forward, biting hard into Chen Ze's calf.

"hiss--!"

Chen Ze cried out in pain and released his grip.

He looked down at the dog hanging on his lap, a hint of violence flashing in his eyes.

"You damn dog! You dare bite me?!"

He grabbed Teddy by the scruff of his neck and, like throwing away trash, slammed it to the ground.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Teddy didn't even let out a scream. His body twitched twice, a pool of blood foam spilled from his mouth, and then he stopped moving.

Chu Xin collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Looking at that motionless ball of fur, tears welled up in my eyes.

She regretted it.

If I hadn't betrayed Lu Fan back then...

If she had simply stayed faithfully with that poor man who doted on her...

Is she sitting in a warm boat right now, eating a hot meal?

Chen Ze ignored her crying.

He squatted on the ground, staring at the dead dog, his chest gradually calming down.

"stand up!"

Chen Ze reached out to pull Chu Xin.

Snapped!

Chu Xin slapped his hand away with a look of hatred, her voice hoarse: "Leave me alone! Just let me die here!"

Boom!

Chen Ze punched the wall next to him, and gravel fell down with a clatter.

Chu Xin trembled with fright and immediately stopped crying.

"I told you to take the stuff out of your pouch!"

Looking into Chen Ze's sinister eyes, Chu Xin dared not resist any longer. With trembling hands, she untied her waist bag and dumped its contents onto the ground.

Nail clippers, eyebrow scissors, powder puff, eyeliner, windproof lighter...

Chen Ze picked up the eyebrow scissors, tested their sharpness, and then turned to walk towards Teddy's corpse.

sizzle.

The blade sliced ​​open the flesh along the back of Teddy's neck and pulled hard.

Chu Xin watched Chen Ze skillfully peel and cut the meat, and her stomach churned: "What...what are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Saving your life!"

Without turning his head, Chen Ze's hands were covered in sticky dog ​​blood: "If you want to live, listen to me!"

He pointed with his blood-stained finger to a puddle of water below the ruins: "I saw it when I came up. There's a half-leaked bottle of mineral water stuck there. Go get it and see if it's still drinkable. There's also a rotten wooden chair in the next room; you can make a fire there!"

"This stupid dog is enough for us to have a meal. After we replenish our energy and water, we'll leave this godforsaken place!"

Chu Xin stared at the bloody chunks of flesh, her face turning deathly pale. "But without the yacht... where can we go?"

Chen Ze cut off a piece of leg meat, then paused.

"Do you remember the last time Lu Fan contacted you? It was on that frequency on your second uncle's radio!"

"You mean... Song's Entertainment?" Chu Xin hesitated. "That broadcast was intermittent, saying they had supplies. Is that believable?"

Does credibility matter?

Chen Ze stood up, carrying the still-dripping dog meat, his eyes cold: "At this point, do we have anywhere else to go?"

"Time is money! We have to get there before it rains tonight!"

……

at the same time

Inside the cockpit of the survival boat.

Lu Fan got out of bed, stretched, and subconsciously licked his lips.

The aroma of last night's A5 Wagyu beef still seemed to linger between my teeth.

The melt-in-your-mouth texture is so delicious that you'd want to swallow your tongue.

"Tsk, now that's what life is all about!"

Lu Fan jumped off the bed with a somersault.

My gaze swept over the pile of scattered parts next to the workbench, and my good mood instantly took a rollercoaster ride.

"The high-pressure fuel injectors are in place, and the piston rings are in place too..."

He kicked the dilapidated diesel engine and sighed, "We're just missing this alloy crankshaft. Where are we going to get it?"

As he was pondering where to go...

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly noticed a small black dot moving toward us on the sea outside the window.

"You dare to come again?" Lu Fan's eyes narrowed.

Are the people at Song's Entertainment like stubborn, unyielding plasters?

He pushed open the door and stepped out of the driver's seat.

Not far away, a small wooden boat without any power was slowly approaching.

An elderly man dressed in a Zhongshan suit sat at the bow of the boat, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, slowly paddling, looking frail and weak.

"Sending Old Deng to his death?"

Lu Fan frowned, his right hand making a grasping motion, and a black crowbar appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The small boat stopped five meters away from the survival boat.

The old man put down his bamboo pole and spoke in a loud, clear voice: "I am Zhongjiang. Entrusted by my young master, I have come to invite you to the Song Family Building for a chat!"

Lu Fan leaned against the railing, playing with the crowbar in his hand, looking disgusted.

"I must refuse! That pervert on the rooftop has been spying on me with binoculars all night. I have absolutely no interest in men!"

Zhongjiang's smile froze.

next second.

The wooden boat beneath his feet suddenly sank.

Whoosh!

The slender figure, like a roc spreading its wings, leaped and landed steadily on the deck of the survival ship.

"Holy crap, a ladder to heaven? That's some serious kung fu!"

Lu Fan's pupils contracted, and his muscles tensed instantly.

This skill level is probably several levels higher than those two thugs from before.

Zhongjiang put his hands behind his back, squinted at Lu Fan's posture, and shook his head slightly.

"The reaction was good, and the upper body strength is also decent."

"Your lower body is too loose. If you run into an expert who specializes in the lower body, your legs might be ruined!"

Lu Fan was startled; he was very annoyed that the old man had seen through his disguise at a glance.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

A thought flashed through his mind, and he was just about to cut the crowbar into a pistol.

A gust of wind rushed towards me.

Zhongjiang's figure approached like a ghost, his withered hands like iron clamps, instantly gripping Lu Fan's wrist.

Then, with a twist, it pressed down.

"Ouch!! Ouch!! I surrender!"

Lu Fan felt like his wrist was about to shatter.

Half of his body was numb, and he was pinned to the railing and unable to move.

This old man looks thin, but his strength is ridiculously great!

Zhongjiang released his grip, took a half step back, and gently patted his sleeve.

"Although I don't know what weapon you're planning to pull out, I advise you to give up the idea!"

"If I had truly intended to kill you, your throat would have been shattered in that instant!"

Lu Fan rubbed his reddened wrist and retreated to the driver's side door, his eyes wary.

The old man wasn't lying.

Within seven steps, whether a spear or a fist is faster sometimes really depends on the person.

Zhong Jiang cleared his throat, regaining his composed demeanor: "I have come here not with hostility, but on behalf of Young Master Song, to invite you to make a deal!"

"trade?"

Lu Fan raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down: "My rickety boat is dirt poor, what's there to trade? You're after my half-empty bottle of water?"

"My young master has no shortage of supplies!"

Zhongjiang pointed at Lu Fan, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "What Young Master Song values ​​is your skill, or rather... your ability to survive that tsunami!"

"In other words, it's about winning you over!"

Lu Fan fell silent.

Try to win him over?

In the early days of the apocalypse, all major factions were indeed in dire need of talent.

The old man could have killed him just now, but he voluntarily let go, so he did have some sincerity.

Most importantly, a place like the Song Building might just have the repair parts he desperately needs—an alloy crankshaft!

Lu Fan stroked his chin, his eyes darting around.

Instead of searching aimlessly like a headless fly, why not try your luck in this dragon's lair where treasures are hidden?

Even if the negotiations break down, as long as we don't get entangled with this old man, escaping shouldn't be a problem!

"OK!"

Lu Fan readily agreed, but then held up two fingers: "But I have two conditions!"