Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Push open the door.

Zhang Xiaomin was wearing a sports vest and shorts, with her long hair tied up high, exuding an unprecedented energy and spirit.

Zhang Weiguo stood behind, leaning on his crutches, his face full of worry.

"Xiaomin, don't be reckless when you go into the water. Go a maximum of forty meters, and be sure to surface slowly..."

He kept rambling on and on.

Zhang Xiaomin grew a little impatient: "Ugh! I know, Dad, you've been saying this to me for over ten years!"

Zhang Weiguo gave an awkward smile, then turned to Lu Fan, his tone earnest: "Little Lu, I know you're very capable! But the water is different from the land... If anything happens to you, please help this girl out!"

"rest assured!"

Lu Fan nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the slums outside.

"I'll leave this to you, Uncle Zhang! Coordinate with Du Wei and organize all the labor force, whether it's collecting garbage or doing other work. We don't support idlers, and we won't let anyone starve!"

"Don't worry about that! I used to be the president of the fishermen's association. I understand planned production and redistribution, and we'll definitely achieve common prosperity!"

Zhang Weiguo patted his chest and assured him.

Lu Fan hummed in agreement, then with a flick of his wrist, handed the Type 64 pistol to Zhang Weiguo.

Zhang Weiguo recoiled in fright, his face turning deathly pale: "This...this thing...I dare not use it..."

"Empty! Out of bullets!"

Lu Fan shoved the gun into his hand, lowering his voice: "Neither Xiaomin nor I are here. To keep these refugees in check, we need some serious weaponry!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Weiguo swallowed hard, gripped the gun handle tremblingly, and his eyes gradually hardened.

"Got it!"

"Um!"

Lu Fan's idea was simple.

After all, in this world, whoever can feed them will be the one they follow.

If we can train a group of subordinates, and then arm them with the β enhancer we obtained from Song Qi, we can achieve our goal.

In case of unforeseen circumstances, he will have some ability to resist!

You can never have too many cards up your sleeve!

After explaining the escape route, Lu Fan led Zhang Xiaomin straight to the island gate to meet up.

Subsequently, the speedboat responsible for transportation took the crowd straight to Beigang.

A dozen minutes later, the massive steel crane arm of Beigang came into view.

The dock was packed with people.

A quick glance revealed nearly a hundred people.

Most of them were refugees from the four major islands, along with some island residents, and a small number were those arrogant mutants.

"Everyone, line up properly!"

Defense Commander Qin Yuan stood atop a military truck, his feet resting on piles of diving equipment, and shouted through a megaphone, "Low-level test takers who scored 1 to 3, come and collect your equipment!"

In an instant, a large number of people sparsely surged forward, all of them ragged refugees.

"Tsk, these homeless people who don't even score 4 points actually dare to come!"

Several mutants standing nearby, arms crossed and already dressed in specially made diving suits, discussed the matter with mocking expressions.

"Why do these homeless people insist on feeding fish in the sea instead of cleaning the streets and shoveling manure? Do they really think earning points is that easy?"

"Exactly! I bet a lot more will drown this time!"

"How about we take a gamble?"

His companion grinned maliciously, "I bet at least fifteen of them will die this time. If I lose, I'll treat everyone to braised beef noodles!"

"Deal! If I lose, we'll go to the brothel tonight and have some fun, it's on me!"

Amidst the malicious laughter, Lu Fan walked to the truck.

Qin Yuan glanced at him and said coldly, "Give me your points bracelet! We'll return it after all the mud has been handed in!"

After saying that, he threw a set of equipment into Lu Fan's arms.

Lu Fan looked down and almost laughed.

A rusty oxygen cylinder, its mouthpiece covered in teeth marks, and it didn't even have a pressure gauge.

The other was a plastic bucket with black grease residue, used to collect sludge.

In addition, they didn't even have the most basic wetsuits for warmth and pressure resistance.

With this equipment, an untrained person's maximum dive depth is 20 meters.

But it's probably only 20 meters to the entrance of that rift valley.

A crowd of people were scrambling at the entrance to grab oil, but they made almost no profit.

To earn more, you have to venture further down, but without equipment, the death rate will increase significantly.

This is essentially a vicious cycle: the poor refugees remain poor, while the rich islanders remain rich.

In the end, the refugees are nothing more than expendable resources for the island's inhabitants...

Lu Fan shook his head, picked up the pile of junk, and stepped aside.

Meanwhile, not far away.

A gaze was fixed intently on Lu Fan.

"Hey, Chen Ze! What are you spacing out for?"

In the crowd, a muscular man nudged Chen Ze, "It's our turn to collect our equipment, from four to six points!"

"Oh... Brother Liu Hui is here!"

Chen Ze snapped out of his daze and waved behind him, "Zhou Sheng! Wang Ying, you guys stay close!"

After everyone received their equipment, the group finished collecting their gear.

Zhou Sheng and Wang Ying changed into their diving suits, and as soon as they turned their heads, they saw Lu Fan in the corner.

"Brother Lu?!"

Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Wang Ying and ran over, his face full of surprise. "Brother Lu! What are you doing here?"

Lu Fan was somewhat surprised.

After some time apart, these two greenhorns seemed to have grown up quite a bit, and the timidity in their eyes was gone.

Zhou Sheng chuckled.

"We were so grateful for Brother Lu's encouragement back then, otherwise we wouldn't be like this now..."

He was just about to catch up with old friends.

Suddenly, a hand shoved in and roughly pushed the two of them behind them.

Chen Ze stood in the middle, looking Lu Fan up and down at his shabby clothes, and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Fan?"

"Weren't you supposed to be picking up Chu Xin? How did you end up like this? You couldn't even afford a diving suit, and now you're begging here!?"

Seeing him standing with the diving team, Lu Fan instantly realized that he had latched onto Song Han's coattails.

Lu Fan sneered, "Chen Ze! You're doing pretty well, huh! Running off to be someone else's dog, what's the difference between you and a vagrant like me?"

"you--!!"

Chen Ze frowned in anger, his face instantly darkening.

"You left your girlfriend and brother to die in this building just to save your own life! How dare you, a piece of scum, talk to me?!"

Lu Fan frowned.

Without morals, anything is possible!

He's the one who's trying to get rid of the bridge after using it, but now he's portraying himself as the victim?

Lu Fan smiled faintly, his tone chilling.

"Chen Ze! From the day you started messing around with Chu Xin, our relationship was severed! If you try to mess with me, I won't hesitate to kill you!"

Chen Ze froze.

How did he find out about his relationship with Chu Xin?!

And... why does his gaze look so different from the honest and unassuming Lu Fan of the past?

Seeing the tension between the two, Liu Hui pulled Chen Ze away.

"Alright, why waste your breath on a homeless person?"

He glanced at Lu Fan, his eyes full of contempt: "This kind of trash wouldn't even survive ten minutes in the water! We're the elites chosen by Young Master Song, don't let us become a laughingstock!"

Chen Ze snapped out of his daze and remembered his current identity, glaring at Lu Fan through gritted teeth.

"Lu Fan, we'll settle our score when we get here!!"

Lu Fan chuckled and turned to leave.

Let's calculate it after we come up?

Let's see if you can survive in the water later!

……

Soon everyone was ready.

Gather at the edge of the pier.

After the guide led everyone through warm-up exercises, they jumped into the water with a splash.

Immediately afterwards, more than a hundred people entered the water one after another, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

Liu Hui led his team to hide at the very back, took out a metal box containing several pale gold vials neatly arranged inside.

"Drink the beta potion, everyone!"

Liu Hui lowered his voice, "When you go into the water later, don't be greedy and rush! Come up when you've collected enough oil sludge!"

Everyone nodded, drank the medicine, and went into the water.

Just as Liu Hui was about to put on his mask, Chen Ze suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Brother Hui!"

"Spit it out."

Chen Ze glanced in the direction Lu Fan had entered the water, his eyes filled with malice: "Do me a favor, take care of that kid!"

Liu Hui frowned: "It's not a good place to kill someone underwater! Especially not in that dangerous rift abyss!"

Chen Ze quickly tried to dissuade him.

"Brother Hui! You know Young Master Song specifically asked for this kid!"

"Think about it, if we let him go back alive and get noticed by Young Master Song, will we still benefit from him? That kid is an ingrate; he'll definitely try to suppress us!"

Liu Hui's hand paused.

On this isolated island with limited resources, status is life itself.

Anyone who dares to touch his cake will die.

"OK!"

Liu Hui fastened his mask and said coldly.

"Find an opportunity to cut his oxygen tube and stage it as drowning! Let's finish this quickly!"