Doomsday Plan Special Envoy

Zhang Qiming clenched his fists.

The departing silhouette of the Nautilus still lingered in his mind, causing him the pain of something precious being taken away.

He named the ship himself; it was the name of a submarine from his favorite book when he was a child.

rent?

What a joke! The world is about to end, what's a little money to rent a boat?

Does that mean that guy will return the boat to them when the lease expires?

Impossible.

He had heard his father talk about this boat-renting boss, Mr. Jiang. Those guys from Shanghai were going to be at sea for almost a month, and it took them two whole days just to unload the supplies for the boat.

The supplies on the Nautilus will certainly not run out in a short time, yet they won't even be allowed to board the ship!

That was clearly his boat.

Zhang Qiming looked at the two boxes of food and water. There were 10 men on the small fishing boat, which wouldn't last long.

And what about during the day?!

Under the blazing sun, with temperatures reaching forty or fifty degrees Celsius outside, this small fishing boat would be like a sauna, unbearable for anyone to stay in!

To survive, they must return to land before dawn, but the land is teeming with ferocious zombies…

No, he absolutely did not want to fight zombies again.

Zhang Qiming recalled those few glances he made at the Nautilus from afar; he felt as if the ship's surface was covered by something...

When their fish-attracting lights shone on them, there was a noticeable large area of ​​reflection.

Reflective film?

In that case, wouldn't the temperature of the Nautilus be less high?

Why would there be reflective film on a ship?

Could it be that……

Did this group know all along that the end of the world was coming?

So they had been plotting to steal the ship from the father for a long time?

Zhang Qiming gritted his teeth, got up, and walked towards the lounge.

The boat was small, normally only enough for four or five people to go out to sea, but because of the previous emergency, ten people squeezed on board.

He and his father, three shipping workers from Shanghai, and the five dockworkers who frequently worked at Hope Wharf.

The rest room only has four beds, bunk beds on both sides, and it's now crowded with movers.

As for the injured Wang Da, he was lying on the bed in the captain's cabin, being cared for by Wang Er and Captain Zhang.

"Let's go back to the dock."

Zhang Qiming spoke to the porters in an almost commanding tone.

He was a college student, while the other movers only had junior high or high school educations. They relied on him to find work, so he never had to be polite to them.

"Back to the dock?" Jiang Xiaoshan, the youngest of the dockworkers, asked, puzzled. "We finally escaped, what's the point of going back? Do you want to face those zombies again?"

Zhang Qiming glanced at him: "Hiding on this ship, what are we going to do tomorrow during the day? Didn't you see today? Getting exposed to the sun will turn you into a zombie! And with the weather so hot, the only places on the ship that won't be exposed to the sun are the lounge and the storage compartments below. Ten grown men crammed together, you'll suffocate!"

Jiang Xiaoshan scratched his head, remembering the temperature outside during the day, and knew that Zhang Qiming was right.

College students are great; they're quick-witted.

"Then tell me, what should we do?" asked the middle-aged man sitting on the lower bunk.

The five porters usually listened to Uncle Jiang; he was the one who found the jobs, and he was also the most senior among them.

Zhang Qiming took out a small information terminal with a radar image on it. A red dot was hovering about 15 nautical miles away from here.

"That Nautilus has a locator on it; my dad put it there so someone wouldn't rent it out and take it anywhere," he continued. "They anchored down to save fuel and haven't moved. Can we get the boat back?"

"Steal their boat? You want to steal their boat?" Jiang Xiaoshan's eyes widened.

Uncle Jiang frowned: "They're not incapable of moving. Our boat doesn't have enough horsepower to catch up."

That's why we need to go back to the dock.

Seeing that Uncle Jiang was being very accommodating, Zhang Qiming quickly said, "There are several speedboats at the dock, all fully fueled. I know my boat well; its radar isn't a brand-name product. When a small, fast speedboat gets close, it won't register anything until it's very close. By the time they spot us, we can all board."

Uncle Jiang let out a long sigh: "If Captain Zhang Shun agrees, then we agree. Go and ask him."

"No!" Zhang Qiming cried out anxiously, knowing exactly who his father was.

"Go ask first," Uncle Jiang said, not wanting to say anything more.

Helpless, Zhang Qiming could only pat Jiang Xiaoshan on the shoulder and head to the captain's lounge.

Three hours had passed since he picked up the medicine, and Wang Da was now fast asleep and no longer babbling incoherently.

His wound has been properly treated and he has taken medication; his condition has improved significantly.

At this moment, Wang Er sat by his bedside, Li Defu leaned against the wall, and his father lifted the curtains to look out to sea, seemingly lost in thought.

"Dad, Uncle Li, Brother Wang the Second," Zhang Qiming called out in turn, then looked at Wang Da on the bed, "How is Brother Wang the Big Brother?"

Wang Er looked up and smiled: "It's much better than before. My life is definitely saved."

"I have something to say."

Zhang Qiming mustered his courage and voiced his thoughts.

"You want to steal Boss Jiang's boat?" Zhang Shun frowned, then quickly shook his head. "He just helped us, how could you do something like this?"

Wang Er chimed in, "Yes, he's my brother's savior. If he hadn't written a note telling me what to do, my brother might be dead."

Li Defu sighed, "There are probably quite a few people on their ship. I saw that Jiang Yan was carrying a bow and arrows or something. It wouldn't be good if we pushed him too far."

Zhang Qiming quickly replied, "But that's our ship. We can just divide the food and water equally after we get on board."

"They don't agree to what to do, since they're the ones who bought it all." Li Defu raised an eyebrow.

"You have to agree whether you like it or not," Zhang Qiming said through gritted teeth. "Besides, I've noticed that they're starting the boat very slowly, which means there are only two or three people on board at most. Otherwise, they would definitely have brought the three of you who know how to sail. They're afraid you'll rebel if they don't dare to bring you."

Li Defu glanced at Zhang Shun but didn't say anything.

Zhang Qiming looked at his father and said urgently, "Dad, what will we do tomorrow if we don't go back to the ship? Do you want to go back to the dock and be eaten by zombies, or be steamed like a chicken in lotus leaves on the ship?"

Zhang Shun frowned again: "Go ask them for some diesel later. There's a generator on the ship. Turn on the air conditioning tomorrow. Once we get through these few days, the zombies will definitely disperse when we go back to the dock."

"Dad! What if they don't give us any? Are we just supposed to wait to die?" Zhang Qiming was exasperated. As someone who had read a lot of apocalyptic novels, he knew very well what would happen if there were no supplies.

These people are too naive!

Wang Er stood up and patted Zhang Qiming on the shoulder: "Boss Jiang seems like a nice guy. We'll just go ask for it later. He'll definitely give it to us. Otherwise, what's the point of saving my brother's life? It's a waste of medicine!"

"Since no one else on the ship has this idea, you should stop talking about it. It's tough, but we can get through it," Zhang Shun said, picking up a pack of cigarettes from the table and saying to Li Defu, "Come on, have a couple."

"All right."

Zhang Qiming frowned involuntarily as he looked at Wang Er's hand on his shoulder. He shook off the rough, always-working hand and his gaze fell on the long wooden splinter by the door.

This was the weapon his father used to drive away zombies at dusk. It pierced through the bodies of several zombies, so the tip of the wooden spike was soaked in zombie blood.

He then looked at Wang Da's injured foot and had an idea.

That group of people just lacked a driving force.

"Dad, I've had enough sleep. I'll watch over Brother Wang for the first half of the night. You guys go and get some rest first. When you're all better, go find Boss Jiang and ask him for some diesel."

Zhang Qiming said.

"Thank you for your trouble then." Wang Er patted his shoulder again and thanked him with a smile.

Zhang Qiming simply looked down at the hand.