Doomsday Plan Special Envoy

"Do you think... there might be someone else who knows about the apocalypse?"

Su Muyun looked at the reflective cloth in Jiang Yan's hand and offered her guess.

Reflective aluminum foil was not the factory's main business, and she did not think it was a coincidence that the same customization requests appeared at the same time in a short period of time.

"Where is your dad's friend's factory located?" Jiang Yan wanted to find out.

Su Muyun took out her phone, searched for the company's name, and replied, "The factory is in the suburbs of our city. I checked, and other factories with similar businesses are mostly in other provinces, which are far away from here."

Jiang Yan understood what she meant: "So you're saying that the person who placed this order is likely from one of the nearby cities?"

With only a few days left until the end of the world, customized product orders are often very urgent, so they will definitely choose the nearest factory to save on transportation time.

"Please tell your dad's friend that the production line doesn't need to be changed. Just increase production of this one product. I need it before the weekend." Jiang Yan patted Su Muyun on the shoulder.

He didn't want to cause trouble for others, such as deliberately raising prices to cut in line and squeezing out orders from another group of survivors.

Since we don't know who's friend or foe, there's no need to resort to dirty tricks. We can only annoy the other side a little, but we can't eliminate them completely.

If, after the apocalypse, the other side discovers that they stole the same reflective aluminum foil, they'll probably face some retaliation.

"Should we contact those clients?" Su Muyun asked tentatively.

Jiang Yan shook his head: "No need. It's best to keep to ourselves and mind our own business."

"Okay." Su Muyun had no objections. She had originally thought that more people meant more strength, but after careful consideration, safety came first.

Unfortunately, she lacked the ability to discern people's true intentions.

If only we could read minds.

There's no need to read minds; just being able to determine whether a person is good or evil is enough. This ability is perfect for a savior to develop a survivor organization.

A longing arose in Su Muyun's heart for no apparent reason.

Her room was a single room with plenty of privacy, so she kept all the drones she brought there.

She brought four drones with her on this trip, most of which were slightly modified versions of DJI drones.

"This is for reconnaissance; I've made it into a sky camouflage pattern."

Su Muyun disassembled one of the models: "It features high-definition image transmission within 20 kilometers, night vision, active obstacle avoidance, and a battery life of about one hour."

"Let's test fly it. After the apocalypse, I plan to use drones to observe the situation on land." Jiang Yan placed the display screen on the table.

Su Muyun put on the matching VR glasses and controlled the drone to travel through the cabin, quickly leaving the "Nautilus".

From the screen's perspective, Su Muyun's control level is very high. She can easily perform smooth drifts, and it's clear that it's not a deliberate show-off, but rather an instinct to save time.

If she hadn't been right beside him, Jiang Yan would have thought it was Comrade Uluru personally guiding him.

The drone first went up to the second deck and looked around. Captain Li Defu had already turned on the ship's instruments, and the first and second mates went to weigh anchor. The entire ship was just one command away from setting sail.

Next, Su Muyun tried several other drones, including a transport drone in her suitcase.

It can carry 30 kg of cargo, transport goods within a 16 km range, has precise airdrop capabilities, and comes with IP55 protection, enabling it to complete missions in heavy rain and sandstorms.

Su Muyun said he could bring six or seven more drones like these onto the ship.

Jiang Yan once again felt Su Muyun's unique charm.

This drone transport team alone cost nearly a million dollars. If he had to pay for it himself, the penalty for breach of contract would probably be depleted immediately, and the effect might not be as good as Su Muyun's modifications.

Over the next day, Jiang Yan diligently learned the basic methods of driving the ship from Li Defu.

It's simple in a way; he already had a foundation in the subject, so there were no problems with the operating principles.

The only thing to be aware of is that a 35-meter-class ship is very large, so its inertia is also very large.

Any action requires anticipation, and the pace should be slowed down as much as possible.

Anyway, he plans to only use medium speed cruising after the apocalypse, and never to floor the accelerator.

After an afternoon of hands-on practice, Jiang Yan was quite adept at driving in areas without reefs or currents, able to navigate however he pleased.

In addition, he focused on learning "maintenance" and became thoroughly familiar with all the inspection procedures.

Ensuring the vessel is always in a "safe" state is more important than navigating it.

The day ended quickly. The weather at sea was clear and calm, and Jiang Yan enjoyed it for once. He also caught a few fish at his fishing spot to test his skills.

He was unsure whether the marine ecosystem would change after the apocalypse, but fish would certainly be an important food source under normal circumstances.

Anyway, he's quite good at fishing, so he bought several sets of fishing gear and put them on the boat.

The reason for renting the boat was for sea fishing.

"Then I'll go home now?"

As the sun set, Su Muyun leaned against the railing of the boat, gazing at the shimmering sea.

Her profile was golden, as if shrouded in a sacred glow.

This sight made Jiang Yan suddenly realize that he had seen the true savior.

His sense of smell was very keen, and he detected a faint salty, fishy smell on her.

It was blown by the sea breeze.

"Go back, the end of the world is just around the corner."

Jiang Yan straightened his face.

His schedule was packed for the next few days.

All the supplies on the ship were ready, and the reflective aluminum foil we bought had arrived.

He had measured the dimensions of the ship's deck beforehand, so he cut the aluminum foil to the appropriate size in advance.

He could arrange everything by himself on the night before the end of the world.

In the past two days, he even took a boat to the dock in the neighboring city to find someone to install a seawater circulation and cooling pipeline system on the boat.

Although time was tight, the system did not require completely disassembling the ship's interior, so it was completed before the end of the world.

Time flew by and it was Saturday evening.

Su Muyun carefully laid her parents down on the sofa.

She administered a sufficient dose of sleeping pills, successfully putting the couple into a deep sleep.

She had prepared a large amount of food and water in the villa, enough to last for several months.

The security in this community is very high. The entire villa has its own "security mode". Once it is completely locked, there is almost no external force that can break into the villa.

Helpless, she could only temporarily settle her parents here.

Her father was kidnapped while on a business trip abroad, so he had a GPS tracker implanted in his body. If Jiang Yan takes him to sea...

There will definitely be armed police rappelling down.

As for persuading him, that's even more impossible. Her father will only think that she's bewitched by Jiang Yan and then call the police.

All things considered, this "grand filial piety" option is actually the most appropriate.

Relying on this villa, there will be no problem in guarding Jiangyan until he returns to the mainland.

After doing all this, Su Muyun quietly left the villa, took a taxi to the dock, and met with Jiang Yan.

A fishing boat sailed into the sea under the cover of night, appearing as thin as a leaf before the vast ocean.

Late at night, Jiang Yan, lying on his single bed, received a text message from Su Muyun.

"I can't sleep," she said.

Jiang Yan sighed and replied:

"Me too."