Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Zhang Weiguo leaned out of the window.

Not far away is a dock monument that is now just a spire.

Next to it was a gray-white double-decker yacht bobbing with the waves.

Zhang Weiguo wiped the rain off his face, handed the helm to his daughter, and put his yellowed raincoat back on.

"Girl, get some food for Xiao Lu! Let him regain his strength!"

After giving his instructions, Zhang Weiguo walked out of the wheelhouse and leaned against the ship's side, waiting to approach the yacht.

A short while later.

The fishing boat stopped next to the monument.

Chen Yang gave Zhuang Niu a look, and then he and Zhang Weiguo jumped off the fishing boat and went to the yacht to investigate.

The two quickly inspected the yacht and found no problems except for some water on the deck.

Most importantly, the fuel gauge shows a full tank!

Zhang Weiguo became excited.

With a little extra fuel, we can easily drive to the Xihuanshan outpost.

Next, the two went to check other parts of the cabin.

"This is good stuff! It would cost tens of thousands!" Zhang Weiguo patted the leather chair in the living room and exclaimed sincerely.

Chen Yang leaned against the side, a resentful look in his eyes: "My dad bought this when he was doing business, but later a relative tricked him out of it! When he mortgaged it to my cousin, he said the same thing!"

He smacked his lips after he finished speaking, shook his head, and sneered.

"But now it seems that this family probably drowned long ago! Perfect, the boat can be returned to its rightful owner!"

Zhang Weiguo paused for a moment, sensing the awkward atmosphere, then chuckled and changed the subject: "Alright! Xiao Chen, now that we've found it, how about we borrow some oil as we agreed before? Is that okay?"

"No problem, if Uncle Zhang asks, how can I refuse!" Chen Yang patted the dust off his hands and grinned.

The two then returned to the fishing boat to retrieve the oil drum and the oil extraction pipe.

on the deck.

Zhang Weiguo skillfully bent down and tidied up the coiled hose, his back to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang's eyes darkened.

He grabbed a wooden stick from the deck and struck Zhang Weiguo hard on the back of the head!

Boom!

A muffled thud.

Zhang Weiguo didn't even utter a sound before collapsing straight onto the flooded deck. His body twitched twice and then remained still.

"Fatty! Get to work!" Chen Yang threw down the wooden stick and shook his numb hands.

Zhuang Niu emerged from the corner.

Holding the nylon rope they had prepared beforehand, they hurriedly tied Zhang Weiguo's hands behind his back, leaving him half-conscious.

While I was working, I heard Zhang Xiaomin's voice coming from the driver's cab.

"Father! Do you need my help?"

The driver's cab door opened.

Zhang Xiaomin was holding half a cookie when she came out and saw her father lying on the ground, his head covered in blood.

She froze for a moment, and the cookie fell to the ground.

Without thinking, he grabbed the fire axe by the door and rushed out.

"Bastards! I'm going to kill you all!"

Chen Yang reacted quickly, grabbing Zhang Weiguo's hair and pressing the folding knife against his carotid artery.

"Don't move!"

The knife tip sank into the flesh, and a thin line of blood seeped out.

"Take one more step, and I'll bleed your father dry!"

Zhang Xiaomin abruptly stopped in her tracks, the axe raised in mid-air, her chest heaving violently, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Are you animals?! Without my father, you would have been fish food in the sea long ago!"

Chen Yang spat, his expression disdainful. "I didn't beg you to save me, don't try to morally blackmail me! Throw away the axe and kneel down!"

Zhang Xiaomin gritted her teeth, her whole body trembling with anger.

"Xiao...Xiao Min..." Zhang Weiguo woke up groggily, blood blurring half of his eye. His voice was weak, "Don't...mind me..."

"Do I have to repeat it a second time?" Chen Yang pressed down on his wrist, causing even more blood to seep from the neck.

Clang!

The fire axe fell onto the deck.

Zhang Xiaomin knelt on the ground in despair, biting her lip and glaring angrily.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhuang Niu rushed forward and roughly tied her hands and feet with a rope.

Looking at the father and daughter sprawled on the ground, Chen Yang let out a shrill laugh, his gaze beginning to wander over Zhang Xiaomin.

"I was originally thinking of just killing you, but with your face and figure... it would be such a waste to kill you!" Chen Yang licked his lips. "Anyway, the yacht is so big, we just need a woman! Break her arms and legs and throw her on the boat, that'll keep the two of us entertained for a long time!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Niu rubbed his hands together, his face full of lewdness: "Hehe, Brother Chen is brilliant!!"

"You beasts! Aren't you afraid of retribution?!" Zhang Weiguo's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled desperately, but Chen Yang kicked him in the chest.

"Retribution? Only the living have the right to talk about retribution! What do you know, you good-natured fool!" Chen Yang squatted down, patting Zhang Weiguo's face with the blade of his knife. "Tell me the combination to that safe containing the supplies, and I might consider letting your daughter live!"

Zhang Weiguo closed his eyes and remained silent.

He knew that if his daughter didn't die now, she would suffer a fate worse than death in their hands!

"Stubborn to talk, huh?" Chen Yang stood up, his eyes venomous. "Fatty, go drag that sick bastard out here!"

"Alright, Brother Chen!"

Less than half a minute later, Lu Fan was dragged out of the lounge by Zhuang Niu and thrown onto the deck.

At this moment, Lu Fan's face was deathly pale, his body was burning hot, and even his breathing felt scorching.

He lay on the ground, his half-closed eyes fixed on Zhuang Niu's hands.

"Cut his head off!" Chen Yang tossed the folding knife to Zhuang Niu. "Let Uncle Zhang see how we're going to treat her daughter!"

Zhuang Niu picked up the knife, his hand trembling slightly.

He's good at bullying women, but this is the first time he's actually going to kill someone.

"What are you dawdling for! Get to work!" Chen Yang roared.

"Damn it... I'll risk it!" Zhuang Niu shouted to bolster his courage, then charged at Lu Fan with his knife raised.

However, the deck was too slippery.

Zhuang Niu was halfway there when he crashed heavily to the ground, landing on top of Lu Fan.

This stupid and clumsy appearance infuriated Chen Yang.

But a few seconds passed.

Zhuang Niu lay motionless on Lu Fan's body.

"You fatso, stop pretending to be dead! Get up and get to work!" Chen Yang cursed as he walked over and kicked Zhuang Niu in the butt.

Nothing happens.

Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat. He reached out and grabbed Zhuang Niu's shoulder, trying to turn him over.

The moment the body was turned over.

A cold glint suddenly shot out from under the enormous corpse!

puff!

As the sharp blade sliced ​​through, Chen Yang jerked his head to the side, only to feel a heat near his ear.

"ah!!"

He clutched his head, screamed, and fell backward.

On the puddles, there was a bloody ear.

Zhang Weiguo and his daughter stared wide-eyed in horror.

They didn't even see what had just happened.

All they saw was a large hole in the center of Zhuang Niu's chest, from which dark red blood was gushing out; he was clearly dead.

Meanwhile, Lu Fan, who looked harmless, was panting heavily, holding a wood-chopping knife that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Lu Fan propped himself up on his knees and stood up unsteadily. Without hesitation, he pointed the knife directly at Chen Yang.

"No...don't kill me!"

Chen Yang looked at Zhuang Niu's corpse, and his arrogance instantly collapsed, turning his face green with fear.

He retreated while wailing, "Brother! Big brother! I was blind to your greatness! It was a misunderstanding! It really was a misunderstanding!"

Lu Fan completely ignored what he was babbling about.

Leaving this kind of person for even a second longer is a potential danger!

Despite the dizziness in his head, Lu Fan raised his wood-chopping knife and chopped it down at Chen Yang's neck.

Boom!

A huge side wave crashed against the ship.

The fishing boat rocked violently, and Lu Fan, who was already weak, lost his balance and fell directly onto the deck.

Clang!

The wood-chopping knife flew out of his hand and slid to Chen Yang's feet.

The situation reversed instantly.

Chen Yang was stunned for a second, then his eyes burst with ecstasy.

He scrambled forward, grabbed the wood-chopping knife, and roared ferociously.

"You brat! Die!!"

Zhang Xiaomin immediately yelled a warning: "Lu Fan, be careful!!"

However, just as the blade fell...

Chen Yang suddenly felt his arm lighten.

The wood-chopping knife that was originally in his hand suddenly disappeared into thin air, turning into a wisp of air.

Chen Yang remained in a chopping posture, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"How is that possible?!"