Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

She decisively got up, grabbed the empty pistol beside her, smashed open the door, and rushed into the rain.

"Xiaomin! Don't go!"

Zhang Weiguo staggered out with his cane, but he couldn't keep up with Zhang Xiaomin's pace no matter what.

At this moment, in the open space of the slum.

A dozen men in black uniforms, carrying rifles, drove hundreds of refugees like livestock to the center while shouting and cursing.

Those who were a little slower were dealt a vicious blow with the butt of a gun, leaving their faces contorted in agony.

"Are you even being reasonable? You just paid your points the day before yesterday, and now you're trying to steal them again?!"

A young man in a tattered T-shirt burst out of the crowd, veins bulging on his neck.

The leader of the thugs, a man wearing a beret and covered in knife scars, stepped forward and, without saying a word, kicked him.

boom!

The young man, clutching his stomach, knelt in the mud. Before he could even lift his head, a boot sole stomped directly on his face, burying half of his face into the mud.

"reason?"

The man bent down, rubbing the back of the young man's head with his heel, and said in a loud voice, "In Xihuan Mountain, the Defense Force is the law!! Here, I, Song Chusheng, am the rule!"

The voice just fell

The surrounding refugees shrank back in fear, and several elderly people even knelt on the ground, kowtowing loudly.

"Please, gentlemen of the defense forces, give me a way out!"

"We're really starving; the child hasn't eaten for two days..."

Song Chusheng straightened up and gave a cold laugh.

"Blame that short-lived bastard Lu Fan! He offended a big shot, and now he's dead. Of course, you lot who followed him have to pay this debt!"

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

"We're innocent! We don't know him at all!"

"What does it matter to us whether he lives or dies? Please..."

"They're all dead, so please spare us!"

A group of refugees cried and begged for mercy.

They thought they could live a good life by following Lu Fan, but they never expected that he would implicate them and almost cause them to starve to death here.

Song Chusheng picked at his ear impatiently, just about to speak.

The youth who was being trampled underfoot suddenly sprang to his feet, clutching a sharpened stone in his hand, and shouted, "Fight them!"

Several young men who were close to him rushed out from the crowd, their eyes red.

But Song Chusheng didn't even lift his eyelids.

boom!

A wisp of smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun.

The young man at the front froze, a black hole appeared between his eyebrows, and blood mixed with brain matter sprayed onto the faces of those behind him.

The body fell straight down, splashing up a cloud of mud and water.

The remaining few stood frozen in place, their fighting spirit instantly dissipated by fear.

"My son!!"

A woman with a sallow complexion rushed out from the crowd, threw herself onto the corpse, and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

She suddenly looked up and lunged at Song Chusheng like a madwoman: "You beast! I'll make you pay with your life!"

boom!

A second shot rang out.

A burst of blood erupted from the woman's chest, and she collapsed onto her son, motionless.

"So noisy!"

Song Chusheng shook his head and spat on the corpse.

Two gunshots were heard.

Zhang Xiaomin quickened her pace and rushed through the crowd, pointing her gun directly at Song Chusheng's head.

"Song Chusheng! You heartless and insane bastard!"

Song Chusheng turned his neck, his gaze lingering on Zhang Xiaomin's face, a lewd smile spreading across his lips.

"Hey, isn't this the beautiful Zhang? Haven't seen you for a few days, want to have some fun with your grandpa?"

"I'm going to kill you!" Zhang Xiaomin's finger was on the trigger, and she was trembling with rage.

"Shoot!"

Song Chusheng spread his hands, even taking a step forward, "I'm afraid you have the will, but not the guts!"

Say it!

The sound of guns being loaded in unison.

More than a dozen armed men behind him simultaneously raised their guns and aimed them at the unarmed refugees behind him.

"you……"

Looking at the terrified eyes behind her and her father's worried face, Zhang Xiaomin's arm slowly drooped down.

"That's right!"

Song Chusheng stepped forward, reached out and lifted Zhang Xiaomin's chin. Just as he was about to reach for her chest, Zhang Xiaomin slapped his hand away.

"What are you going to do?" Zhang Xiaomin gritted her teeth.

"I'm not doing anything, I just can't stand the sight of you nest of rats!"

Song Chusheng sneered and suddenly punched Zhang Xiaomin in the stomach.

"vomit--!"

Zhang Xiaomin was in so much pain that her internal organs were convulsing. She spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched her stomach, and knelt on the ground, her hair disheveled and plastered to her face.

"Xiaomin!" Zhang Weiguo felt heartbroken and wanted to rush over, but two thugs held knives to his neck.

"Let go of my father!" Zhang Xiaomin struggled to stand up, but Song Chusheng kicked her back into the mud.

"You bitch!"

Song Chusheng looked around, his voice icy cold!

"Today is just a lesson! Remember, you have two more days!"

He held up two fingers. "One thousand points! If you're even a penny short, I'll throw all of you trash into the sea to feed the fish!"

A desperate gasp rippled through the crowd, but no one dared to resist any longer.

Song Chusheng nodded in satisfaction, then turned and waved.

"I'm taking this old man with me! You can only redeem him once you've accumulated enough points!!"

Two burly men grabbed Zhang Weiguo and carried him away.

"Girl! Don't worry about me! Take care of yourself!" Zhang Weiguo struggled to turn around and shouted.

"father!!"

Zhang Xiaomin wanted to give chase, but was stopped by several refugees: "Xiaomin! Don't go! That's suicide!"

"Song Chusheng! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!!"

Zhang Xiaomin knelt in the rain, her voice hoarse from shouting, tears mixed with blood flowing into her mouth, leaving her with a bitter taste.

In the end, all they could do was watch helplessly as Song Chusheng strode away...

Du Wei squeezed out of the crowd, helped Zhang Xiaomin up, and sighed.

"Don't cry! Let's quickly figure out a way to collect enough points..."

One thousand points...

The refugees nearby collapsed to the ground in despair.

All of them combined can only accumulate a maximum of two hundred points per day.

To raise a thousand in just two days would require everyone, young and old, to risk their lives to dredge oily mud from deep water.

But this is pushing them to the brink of despair!

Not long

North Island of Xihuan Mountain, a military base.

In a rest room, the stove was burning brightly.

Song Chusheng crossed his legs, peeled a peanut and threw it into his mouth, with two bottles of fine wine in front of him.

"Brother Chen is indeed clever! Although those refugees are poor, there's still something to be gained by squeezing them out!"

Chen Ze, sitting opposite him, raised his wine glass, a sinister smile on his face.

"The main reason is that my investigation revealed that the East Island slum has a significant connection to Lu Fan! Even though he's dead, I need to completely eradicate his connections and influence before I can sleep soundly!"

"That's right!"

Song Chusheng clinked glasses with Chen Ze and said jokingly, "When the deadline is in two days, we'll split the points we've collected fifty-fifty!"

"Brother Song is so straightforward!"

Chen Ze downed his drink in one gulp, ate a peanut, and said, "Anything related to Lu Fan, I'll take it and destroy it!"

"For no other reason than for my father, who was killed by him!"

……

at this time

Three kilometers away from Xihuan Mountain, on the sea.

An amphibious self-sufficient vessel is gently bobbing with the waves.

The greenhouse was warm and cozy, a world apart from the wind and rain outside.

Lu Fan carefully sprinkled the ground dragon bone powder into the fertilizer bin, and the machine hummed as it ran.

He squatted in front of the planting trough, his eyes fixed on it.

A pale green light flowed through the soil.

puff.

A tender green shoot broke through the soil, as if the clock had been pressed fast. The stem and leaves climbed up, and as the new leaves grew, several small flower buds emerged from among them.

The tender green buds swayed gently, eventually blooming into small white flowers.

A few seconds later, the new leaves grew larger and larger, eventually forming large umbrellas that sheltered the area below from the wind and rain.

Until a few unripe fruits slowly grew and hung on the branches.

Then everything stopped growing.

Lu Fan stared blankly at the few tender green fruits.

The shape and smell of this fruit...

It's a strawberry!!!

These random fruit seeds can actually grow into delicious fruits like strawberries!?

Before the apocalypse, strawberries were hailed as the "Queen of Fruits."

In today's world, the value of a strawberry far exceeds imagination.

This is probably the first strawberry baby to be born in the apocalypse!

However, strawberries ripen much slower than potatoes.

Once the fruit has just begun to form, it remains in that particular batch and does not grow any further.

We'll probably have to wait a while, allowing it to slowly absorb nutrients and settle the sugars.

Lu Fan took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

If I bring this batch of strawberries back the day after tomorrow, Du Wei will probably be grinning from ear to ear!