Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Song Chusheng broke out in a cold sweat.

He stared intently at the dark plastic button in Zhang Xiaomin's hand, his brows furrowed.

"Sir, that thing looks like a TV remote that was taken apart... Where did these refugees get explosives?!" The adjutant whispered in his ear.

"Shut up! Do you think I don't know?"

Song Chusheng cursed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Reason told him it was fake, but who knew what would happen when faced with this group of reckless guys?

Especially with Du Wei being such a shrewd person, who knows what might happen if he managed to get some explosives from the Wang family in secret!

He only had one life; he dared not gamble with it!

"Calm down! Let's talk this out!"

Song Chusheng loosened his grip on the gun and began to stall: "Miss Zhang, explosives are contraband on the island. Even if you blow me up, you'll all die too!"

The veins on the back of Zhang Xiaomin's hand bulged, and her gaze was sharp.

"Enough talk! Throw away your guns and all of you, hands up!"

She took a step forward. "Anyone who dares to move, I'll press down! We'll all die together!"

Song Chusheng's eyelids twitched, and he slowly bent down and threw the pistol on the ground.

"Listen to her!"

There was a loud clatter.

More than a dozen guns were thrown on the ground.

The youths from the slums swarmed forward, picked up guns, and, their bodies trembling, aimed them at the high-ranking guards.

"Have you thought this through?" The adjutant raised his hands, his eyes sweeping over them with a venomous glint. "Assaulting the defense forces is a serious crime! Can you bunch of trash afford to take that responsibility?"

"Shut your stinking mouth!"

Zhang Xiaomin roared, her chest heaving violently, "You always talk about being refugees, but before the apocalypse, nobody's superior to anyone else! Even if I die, I'll drag you all down with me!"

She waved her hand abruptly.

Click, click.

The trigger is stuck.

The young men frantically pulled the trigger, but it was as if it were welded shut, and there was no response.

"Heh...hehe..."

The adjutant was taken aback at first, then let out a piercing, strange laugh.

"Trash is trash! The guns on this island all have biometric fingerprint locks! Do you really think you can just pick them up and use them?"

Zhang Xiaomin's face turned deathly pale instantly.

It’s over.

Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back!

With a heavy heart, she could only draw the dagger from her waist and charge forward to fight to the death.

As soon as I took a step, a chill suddenly ran down my back.

call out!

Two black gusts of wind swept past from both sides.

Zhang Xiaomin felt a sharp pain in her wrist as the detonator was snatched from her hand in an instant.

The next second, her face was shoved hard into the mud, and a knee slammed into her spine.

Seeing this, Song Chusheng breathed a sigh of relief and dusted himself off.

"Qin Feng and Qin Yu, you two B-level speed-type mutants are here so late? Are you deliberately trying to make a fool of us?"

Two tall, thin men appeared and laughed.

"Something came up, so I'm a little late! Please forgive me, Brother Song!"

Qin Feng stepped on Zhang Xiaomin.

Qin Yu then inspected the rudimentary detonator and casually tossed it to Song Chusheng.

"It's fake, just an empty shell!"

Song Chusheng took it, glanced at it, and then smashed it on the ground.

"Damn it! How dare you mess with me!"

He bent down, picked up his pistol, turned around, and fired a shot at the nearest young man.

boom!

The bullet pierced the shinbone.

The young man screamed and fell to the ground, rolling around while clutching his leg.

"Control them all! Don't kill them, take them back and torture them to death slowly!"

Song Chusheng roared, and the defense soldiers who had just suffered a setback rushed forward, knocked the ten youths to the ground, and gave them a good beating.

At that moment, Song Chusheng strode up to Zhang Xiaomin, grabbed her hair, and pulled her face out of the mud.

"Weren't you so arrogant just now? Huh?!"

He kicked Zhang Xiaomin hard in the stomach.

"vomit--"

Zhang Xiaomin coughed up a mouthful of blood and her body went limp.

"You slut! I'll do it for you right here!"

He turned back and lewdly grinned at his men: "Brothers, this woman is yours! Don't go back until you've had your way with her!"

"Wuhu! Boss is brilliant!"

"Don't worry, boss! I haven't been with a woman for two months, I'm bursting with energy!"

A dozen burly men grinned maliciously, unbuckled their belts, and surrounded them.

"don't want……!!"

Zhang Xiaomin slid backward helplessly on the ground, her face filled with despair.

"Stop it, all of you!!"

Du Wei rushed out from the crowd, blocking Zhang Xiaomin's path, and roared, "Song Chusheng! The refugees from Dongdao Island are the property of the Wang family! If you harm them, the Wang family's chief steward will not let you off!"

Snapped!

Song Chusheng stepped forward and slapped Du Wei across the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Don't you dare use Steward Wang to intimidate me!!"

He stepped on Du Wei's chest, pressing the gun directly to his forehead, "You really think the Wang family cares about the lives of you refugees!?"

He looked around at the trembling elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, and raised his voice.

"If you die, the rescue team can just bring back another batch! You're all just expendable supplies, understand?!"

Du Wei gritted his teeth, trembling with anger.

Song Chusheng's finger was on the trigger as he grinned maliciously at Du Wei, "I've been wanting to get back at you for a long time. May you be reborn as a dog in your next life!"

He tightened his fingers.

Click.

The trigger didn't budge.

Song Chusheng frowned and glanced at the biometric fingerprint lock on the gun. It was malfunctioning.

"What kind of junk is this? It's out of power?"

He raised his arm, cursing, just about to swing it a couple of times.

Whoosh!

A very faint whooshing sound swept through the air.

Song Chusheng felt a lightness on his shoulder.

He turned his head with some confusion.

He then noticed that his right arm had disappeared.

puff--!

Scalding hot blood sprayed all over Du Wei's face.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Song Chusheng clutched his severed arm, letting out a pig-like scream, and fell backward.

"Who?! Who did this?!"

The Qin brothers, Qin Feng and Qin Yu, reacted quickly, drawing their daggers back to back and warily scanning their surroundings.

not far away

Two figures slowly approached.

Zhang Xiaomin struggled to lift her head and, through her blood-blurred eyes, saw the person who had come.

It's him!

He is still alive!

Her lips trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Lu...Fan..."

Song Chusheng was writhing on the ground in pain, but upon hearing that name, he screamed as if he'd seen a ghost: "Impossible! None of those A-level mutants came back, how could he possibly be alive?!"

The surrounding refugees trembled uncontrollably when they saw Lu Fan.

"Mr. Lu! Mr. Lu is back!"

"Boss Lu! Help!"

"These defense troops are going to crush our East Island slums!"

Lu Fan walked to the center of the crowd, tossing a few pebbles in his hand, his cold gaze landing on Song Chusheng.

"Taking advantage of my absence, you harmed my people and even tried to sleep with one of my subordinates? Do you think you've got too much life ahead of you?!"

"Sir, this guy is definitely just bullying us!"

The adjutant raised his rifle, aimed it at Lu Fan, and said, "I don't believe you're not afraid of bullets!"

He pulled the trigger hard.

Still no movement.

What happened?

A faint blue light flashed in Lu Fan's right pupil.

EMP interference is now in effect.

Within a radius of 20 meters, electronic devices are disabled at specific points.

Fingerprint lock?

They'll turn you straight into scrap metal!

"My turn!"

Lu Fan threw it forcefully with his wrist.

Whoosh!

An inconspicuous pebble flew out with a terrifying whooshing sound.

In an instant, the adjutant's head exploded like a rotten watermelon.

A mixture of red and white splattered around the area.

The headless corpse swayed twice before falling straight down.

This startled all the defenders. The guns in their hands felt like hot potatoes; they didn't know whether to pick them up or throw them away.

Is this throwing stones?

That's a sniper rifle, isn't it?!

Song Chusheng, terrified, frantically backed away, shouting, "Qin Feng! Qin Yu! Kill him! Kill him now! All the points are yours!"

The Qin brothers exchanged a glance.

Although somewhat wary, Song Chusheng's points were too tempting!

and……

Although the opponent throws stones quickly, can they be faster than these speed-type mutants?

"superior!"

The two brothers sprang into action instantly, leaving two afterimages in their wake.

The two men, one on each side, thrust their daggers straight at Lu Fan's throat and heart.

"Go to hell!"

brush!

The two passed each other, landing in a stylish pose.

"Pfft, all done!"

Qin Feng and Qin Yu confidently sheathed their swords.

But then Lu Fan's calm voice came from behind: "It's definitely over!"

The Qin brothers were taken aback.

Just as I was about to turn around, a sudden, intense chill ran through my abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, my field of vision began to slide uncontrollably downwards.

The others stared wide-eyed at the bright line of blood that had appeared on the Qin brothers' waists.

Lu Fan stood still, a sharp mantis blade gleaming coldly from the arm armor on his right arm.

"At this speed? You're not even fit to shine my shoes!!"

thump.

The two bodies were cut in half at the waist and into four pieces.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The group of guards were dumbfounded. Their guns clattered to the ground, their legs trembled, and they didn't even have the strength to run away.

Lu Fan stepped over the corpse on the ground and walked step by step toward Song Chusheng, who was shrinking back.

"Alright, let's settle the score."

"Let me tell you beforehand, I definitely won't let you die so easily!"