Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Shen Qingyue rubbed her wrist, which was being pinched so hard, and nodded through gritted teeth.

"Where is the power supply room?"

"The east side of the 49th floor, but there are guards there, and ordinary people can't go in."

"Can you come in?"

"I'm a big star! I can easily get rid of a few guards."

"very good!"

A glint of light flashed in Lu Fan's eyes: "My second question is, you mentioned that the Song family's large ship, where exactly did it sink? How big was it?"

Shen Qingyue recalled for a moment.

"It seems to have sunk about 150 kilometers northwest of Xihuan Mountain. It was a medium-sized passenger ship, called something like the Yuanhang."

"But Song Han told me that place is very strange! It's shrouded in fog all day long, and any electronic equipment will malfunction. The rescue team dared not enter and had to abandon the ship and the survivors on board!"

Lu Fan couldn't help but ponder.

Is it a medium-sized passenger ship?

If that ship were still there, even if it were just a wreck.

The steel, circuit boards, and even the possible spare engine...

This is like a gold mine for his current survival boat!

To upgrade the dilapidated boat into a sea fortress, this readily available treasure must be dismantled.

He needs to have his own trump card before going to the complex and intertwined Western Huan Mountain!

"Let's go! To the power supply room, now!"

……

49th floor, at the entrance of the power supply room.

Two guards with knives were leaning against the wall smoking.

"Oh, thank you both for your hard work!"

Shen Qingyue swayed over, her face beaming with a seductive smile: "Young Master Song wants you to check the wiring on these floors, saying he's worried about a power outage!"

The two guards stared wide-eyed when they saw it was Shen Qingyue.

The fragrant aroma was so enticing that I was completely captivated and immediately agreed.

"Yes, Miss Shen! We'll be right there!"

The two of them immediately ran downstairs.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lu Fan instantly slipped into the room.

The roaring noise inside the power supply room was deafening.

Several backup generators running on diesel fuel are in operation.

"Hurry up!" Shen Qingyue closed the door, her palms sweating nervously. "Uncle Zhong comes here every night at nine to turn off the phone!"

Lu Fan ignored her and walked straight to the large machine covered with a dust cover in the corner.

Lift the cloth.

This is a damaged heavy industrial diesel engine.

The screws on top were tightly fitted, showing no signs of having been disassembled.

"Oh!"

Lu Fan sneered.

Sure enough, that old fox Song Han was just stalling for time and had no intention of giving the crankshaft to him.

He took the opportunity to pull out a crowbar.

It got stuck in the gap of the hood, and its muscles bulged.

Creak—Bang!

With a cracking sound, the heavy hood was violently ripped open.

Lu Fan moved extremely quickly, without even needing a wrench. He directly used a pry bar to jam the crankshaft connection and, using the lever principle, pressed down hard.

Click!

The connecting rod broke.

He pried off a heavy alloy crankshaft with his bare hands.

"Done!"

Lu Fan stuffed the crankshaft into his pocket, and then casually grabbed a few high-voltage coils and metal bearings that looked decent.

After doing all this, he put the dust cover back on.

He quietly led Shen Qingyue back to the room and began packing the supplies.

Lu Fan stuffed the box of water and canned goods, along with all the materials he had gathered, into his backpack.

It weighs at least forty pounds.

After finishing, Lu Fan grabbed his backpack and tossed it to Shen Qingyue.

"Carry it on your back!"

Shen Qingyue staggered from the impact and almost knelt on the ground.

Her eyes widened: "So heavy? I'm carrying it?!"

Lu Fan rolled his eyes at her, and said matter-of-factly, "What? You want to reap the benefits without doing any work? You want to freeload a boat ticket?"

Shen Qingyue gritted her teeth in anger, but looking at Lu Fan's cold eyes, she could only swallow her anger.

She took off her high heels and carried them in her hand, barefoot in black stockings, carrying that heavy backpack, and swayed as she followed behind Lu Fan.

……

Taking advantage of the lull in the guards' shift change, the two ran wildly along the back door passage.

Soon we arrived at the gap in the middle of the 25th floor of the building.

The rain was pouring down outside, and the strong winds were carrying seawater splashing in, making one's heart race.

Shen Qingyue was exhausted, her makeup was ruined, and she leaned against the wall, panting.

She glanced at the turbulent, dark sea, then turned to Lu Fan, her voice trembling, "Without a boat, how do we get there?"

Lu Fan stood at the edge of the gap, revealing a reassuring and confident smile.

"Don't worry, I've already arranged everything!"

He pointed to the room leading to the diving corridor, a few dozen meters behind him.

"To avoid suspicion, I hid the spare kayak in that room! It's a two-person one, just right for the two of us."

"Give me the bag, go and drag it over."

Lu Fan reached out and took the heavy backpack.

Shen Qingyue's eyes lit up instantly when she heard about the kayaks.

"Okay! You wait! I'll be right there!"

She breathed a sigh of relief, handed the backpack to Lu Fan, and ran towards the room.

As long as I can leave this awful place and go to Xihuan Mountain, what is this little bit of suffering!

Shen Qingyue rushed into the room and shone her phone's flashlight on it.

The room was empty; there were no kayaks at all.

There wasn't even a broken plank of wood!

Shen Qingyue was stunned, and, unwilling to give up, searched again.

Suddenly, she realized something was wrong.

"Oh no!"

She turned around abruptly and ran back like a madwoman.

"Lu Fan!!"

When she rushed back to the gap, panting heavily.

The platform, battered by wind and rain, was completely empty.

Lu Fan had already disappeared.

Shen Qingyue rushed to the edge, gripping the rough cement wall tightly with both hands, her manicured nails snapping instantly.

She looked out into the endless darkness and let out a shrill curse.

"Lu Fan!! You bastard!!"

"You damned liar!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

……

On the sea.

Lu Fan lay on Xiao Bai's back, hugging both sides tightly.

He shook his head as he heard the angry curse coming from behind him amidst the wind and rain.

"That stupid woman, she believes everything she's told!"

He patted Xiaobai's smooth forehead.

"Little White, full speed ahead! Back on the ship to install the engine!"

"Eek!"

Little Whitey barked happily, flicked its tail, and carried Lu Fan, cutting through the waves and disappearing into the vast night in an instant.