Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Lu Fan stopped walking and turned half of his face to the side.

"Has Boss Du finally come to his senses?"

Du Wei gritted his teeth, his tone somber: "I can apply for an increase in points for sweeping to 4! I won't take a cut!"

Everyone else present was stunned!

Is this still the same greedy little rat, Du?!

They're offering such huge discounts!

"Oh...not sincere."

Lu Fan responded, turned around again, and led Zhang Xiaomin out of the room, deliberately raising his voice a few decibels.

"Xiaomin, let me tell you, these potatoes, cut into thick slices, skewered and grilled, are so delicious... crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, just a sprinkle of salt and it's heavenly..."

As the group of men in the room listened to this description, their Adam's apples bobbed in unison once again.

You come here to steal their jobs, and you even try to seduce them.

Please, have some decency!

Step outside.

Zhang Xiaomin tugged at Lu Fan's sleeve, saying somewhat urgently, "Lu Fan! Four points is a lot! So many people are fighting tooth and nail for it..."

Lu Fan smiled slightly, his steps never faltering.

"Don't rush, let the bullets fly for a while. In less than three seconds, he'll be begging me to go back."

"Three, two..."

Clang!

The door opened, and a series of hurried footsteps could be heard.

"Friend! Please wait!!"

Du Wei strode out after him, a slight smile on his face: "I still have a spot on the swimming team! It's a bit dangerous, but the points will definitely satisfy you!"

Lu Fan turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaomin: "See, what did I tell you?"

Zhang Xiaomin's eyes widened. This is possible?!

After a brief exchange between the two.

Du Wei led the way toward the entrance to the island.

He walked ahead, his tone stern: "Let me make this clear: once you accept a mission, you have to do it. If you dare to desert, not only will you lose all your points, but you'll also be banned from this slum!"

"Of course!"

Lu Fan followed behind, fiddling with the potato in his hand. "By the way! Boss Du, how many points do you think this potato can be exchanged for?"

"The island is short of water and vegetables, this stuff is worth at least a hundred points!" He held up a finger, paused, and then explained, "However, here you can exchange points for supplies, and supplies can also be exchanged for supplies, but supplies cannot be directly exchanged for points."

Why?

Lu Fan's hopes were dashed.

He originally planned to not work and simply exchange potatoes for residency status.

Du Wei slowed his pace, pointing to the high wall: "The island doesn't support idlers. If you could get into the inner island just by plundering supplies, you'd just be waiting to die. To put it bluntly! The island needs skilled personnel! It looks at their future contributions!"

Lu Fan nodded thoughtfully.

It seems that the island's administrators strongly advocate for maximizing resource utilization!

As expected of the apocalypse, it's cruel and realistic...

A short while later, the three arrived at the gate to the island.

After speaking with several armed guards, Du Wei led his men through a side door.

I just went in.

The scene before my eyes was completely different from the filth and chaos of the slums.

The area is paved with smooth tiles, has a network of streets, an asphalt road in the middle, and rows of windproof tents and two-story buildings on both sides of the road.

There were few pedestrians on the road; most of the people walking by were patrol teams of three.

The place was orderly, but it gave off a very oppressive feeling.

After several twists and turns, the three entered an indoor testing ground.

The interior was spacious and dry, with a dozen or so burly men queuing up.

"arrive!"

Du Wei led Lu Fan to the counter in the corner and knocked on the table: "Sister Qin, we have a job! New homeless person registration!"

A middle-aged woman sat behind the counter, her eyelids puffy and her face full of impatience.

She glanced at Lu Fan, opened her laptop, and said coldly.

"name?"

Lu Fan

"gender?"

"……male."

"age?"

"25".

"Special skills or techniques?"

Lu Fan thought for a moment: "Is being a good fighter enough to count?"

Sister Qin stopped typing.

His gaze swept over Lu Fan, and he sneered, "You think you can fight with that build? Don't make your Sister Qin laugh!"

She smiled and heavily marked a C at the end of the form.

Snapped.

A cheap plastic bracelet was tossed on the counter.

"Here's your identification code. You're a Class C vagrant. Take it and get out of here! Don't disturb my rest!"

Sister Qin waved her hand, as if shooing away flies.

Seeing this, Du Wei took the potato Lu Fan handed him and stuffed it into his pocket: "Alright, that's settled! That's the physical testing area over there. Whether you get good diving equipment or not depends entirely on your own ability!"

After saying that, he turned and left, not wanting to stay a second longer.

Lu Fan picked up the bracelet and put it on, then looked in the direction Du Wei was pointing.

A group of burly men were gathered around an old punching power testing machine, eager to try it out.

Zhang Xiaomin explained in a low voice, "This is for assessing physical fitness! The higher the score, the better the diving suit and oxygen tank you get, the deeper you can dive, and the more supplies you can collect!"

Lu Fan nodded and walked to the end of the line.

The staff member in charge of registration used a barcode scanner to scan the QR code on Lu Fan's wrist.

"Grade C?"

The man rolled his eyes and curled his lip to his ear.

"Another refugee coming to his death! Kid, there's no shortage of fertilizer at the bottom of the trench. I've seen plenty of skinny monkeys like you, and none of them ever make it back!"

Lu Fan ignored him; he was just a clown, not worth getting angry over.

Zhang Xiaomin patted Lu Fan on the shoulder, comforting him, "Don't mind him! This guy used to be a homeless person too, but ever since he got his residency permit, he's looked down on us homeless people!"

The voice just fell.

A sudden commotion arose ahead.

"Damn it! This thing is malfunctioning!"

The test machine made a noise and then broke down completely.

Several guards walked over, looked at it, and kicked it while cursing.

"What a hassle!"

The two men turned and went to the warehouse. A short while later, they came out carrying a two-finger-thick iron plate.

Clang!

The iron plate was placed upright on the shelf.

"We're out of testing equipment, so we'll have to make do with this metal plate! Testing continues!"

The burly men in line were dumbfounded.

Hitting a punching bag tests explosive power, but hitting a metal plate?

Is this a test to test bone hardness?

"What are you standing there for, next? Zhu Yang, the B-level vagrant! If you don't want to be tested, get out!" the test supervisor roared.

The burly man named Zhu Yang gritted his teeth.

Looking at his calloused fists, he steeled himself.

Fight!

He took a deep breath, tightened the bandages around his hand, roared, and threw a punch with all his might!

Click.

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

"ah--!!"

Zhu Yang knelt on the ground, clutching his deformed wrist, his muscles trembling with pain.

"This is a damn iron plate?!"

The test supervisor was also stunned. He reached out and touched the hard iron plate, then his face darkened as he looked at the guards: "I told you to move an iron plate? Why did you bring out an alloy plate?"

The defense officer lit a cigarette, looking nonchalant: "You didn't explain clearly, I'm too lazy to change it! Let's just test it like this!"

Helpless, the person in charge could only wave his hand: "Zhu Yang, a Class B vagrant, has a broken hand, 0 points! He's disqualified from going in! Next!"

"Why?! This isn't fair! I want to retake the test..."

Soon, two soldiers stepped forward and dragged Zhu Yang, who was refusing to get up, away.

A commotion broke out in the line, with many people showing fear and wanting to back out.

The person in charge cleared his throat and spoke loudly.

"Please be careful with the force you apply! Anyone with a physical disability will be disqualified from swimming!"

"Next! Zhao Meng, a Grade B resident of East Island!"

Upon hearing the name, the crowd erupted in excitement.

"Holy crap! Zhao Meng is about to make his move!"

"I heard he's a strength-type mutant, and he and that Marseille are known as the two tyrants of the Eastern Island!"

"I reckon he'll get a perfect score of 10! He'll get really good diving gear! I'm so envious!"

From the crowd, a man with an afro, who was about 1.9 meters tall, stepped out.

His muscles bulged all over his body, and his skin had an unnatural grayish-brown hue.

Zhao Meng walked to the steel plate, stretched his neck, and made a crisp sound.

"Everyone, stay away to avoid getting caught in the crossfire!"

He grinned maliciously, and the muscles in his right arm suddenly swelled up.

boom!!

He threw a punch.

The air seemed to tremble.

The enormous roar echoed throughout the room, making people's eardrums ache.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the alloy plate.

In the center of that two-finger-thick alloy armor plate, there was a fist print that was half an inch deep!

"This...this is too intense..."

"Is he even human?"

A gasp of amazement erupted from the crowd.

Even Zhang Xiaomin, who was standing to the side, was stunned.

"This person's power is terrifying..."

Lu Fan looked up at the fist imprint on the alloy plate and yawned expressionlessly.

His strength is decent, but it's still far inferior to Tang Haikang's!

Indeed, the differences between mutants are quite significant...