Doomsday Plan Special Envoy

"Dad, it's Brother Wang!"

Late at night, around dawn, a scream suddenly came from the captain's lounge.

Zhang Qiming scrambled out of the room, then slammed the door shut with a bang, holding it firmly as if a terrifying thing was sealed inside.

"What's wrong?!"

Hearing his son's cries from the deck, Zhang Shun rushed over without hesitation to ask what was wrong.

Zhang Qiming didn't look at his father. He quickly told Wang Er, "Your brother is dying. His condition has worsened; it feels like he's turning into a zombie!"

"What?"

Wang Er rushed toward the captain's cabin, but Zhang Qiming pulled him back, making him stand outside the window and look inside.

On the bed, Wang Da's entire body turned a strange crimson red, with bulging veins on his skin, making him look as if he had been steamed by something.

The bed in the captain's cabin was soaked with sweat, and ice crystals were faintly visible around it.

"This is……"

Wang Er's heart sank into an abyss; he knew what this appearance meant.

Zombies.

This is what the zombies look like during the day.

But how did my brother, who was perfectly fine, suddenly turn into a zombie?!

Wang Er couldn't help but clench his fists. He and his brother's parents had died early, and the family had been raised by their eldest brother.

He wasn't cut out for studying and wasted the tuition fees his older brother had earned by carrying cement, so he went to work for a shipping company after graduating from high school.

Although it's far from home and very hard work, the salary is relatively high.

After he finally earned the seniority of first mate, he immediately brought his elder brother to the ship and gave him a position, which he still holds today.

"What happened?"

Zhang Shun's gaze was fixed on Zhang Qiming, and he asked sharply.

Zhang Qiming took out a medicine box, took out a blister pack of medicine, and showed it to Wang Er: "This box of medicine has been replaced. The box is new, but the medicine inside has long expired. Your brother took expired antibiotics, so they weren't very effective."

He pointed to the wound on Brother Wang's foot and said, "The steel bar that pierced your brother should have had a small amount of zombie virus on it. If there were good medicine, he probably could have survived, but this medicine wasn't effective. Your brother still got sick after holding on until now."

Wang Er snatched the box of medicine from Zhang Qiming's hand. He glanced at the production date on the box and then looked inside. Sure enough, he found that the date didn't match, indicating that someone had replaced it.

"hiss--"

Wang Da inside began to convulse incessantly, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, flowing down his chest and onto the sheets.

"Big brother!"

In his haste, Wang Er wanted to rush in.

Zhang Shun stopped him, saying, "Don't go in! There might be viruses in that blood; you'll get infected too!"

He moved several boxes from the deck to block the door, making a preliminary obstruction.

"Why?" Wang Er asked, his face full of doubt. He turned to Zhang Qiming, "Then why would Jiang Yan do this?"

Zhang Qiming sighed: "Either they don't have much medicine of their own, and they think that expired medicine can still be used, so they just use this kind of stuff to fool people."

"Or maybe it's because we're too dangerous."

His gaze sharpened, and he slowly explained the reason to Wang Er:

"When Jiang Yan saw that there were four men on our boat, he guessed that we had a locator to find his boat. For him, the ocean was a safe haven, and the only danger was us."

"So he deliberately sent fake medicine, trying to kill us all?"

Following Zhang Qiming's words, Wang Er's eyebrows furrowed, and his voice revealed anger and confusion.

Zhang Qiming slammed his fist on the wall: "Yes, he probably thinks your brother must have been injured by a zombie, and without antibiotics to suppress the virus, it will definitely mutate. If I hadn't been keeping a close eye on him, I might have been bitten by your brother."

"If a zombie virus breaks out on the ship, we're all going to die!"

"At that time, we can wipe out our entire ship without bloodshed, and no one at sea will be able to threaten him."

He said angrily, "Besides, even if your older brother doesn't turn into a zombie, he'll still die from the infection after taking the fake medicine. Losing one of our fighting members is definitely a good thing for him."

Wang Er stared silently at his older brother in the captain's lounge. The man who had carried cement on his shoulders to get him into school and into the company was now experiencing unimaginable pain.

But he still didn't understand. Jiang Yan didn't seem bad, so why would he do such a thing?

"Have you forgotten? Jiang Yan deliberately left you in the hotel. If you hadn't sensed something was wrong and tried to escape towards the dock, you would probably be dead in the hotel by now."

As Zhang Qiming spoke, he seemed to empathize with the situation.

"You said earlier that we could catch up with Jiang Yan's ship using a speedboat?" Wang Er stood on the deck, gazing in the direction of the Nautilus.

Zhang Qiming nodded quickly: "That's right, let's go back to the dock. My family has four or five speedboats and grappling hooks. We can board the boat from the stern deck. With so many of us, he can't guard the boat."

Wang Er stared at Li Defu and Zhang Shun with bloodshot eyes: "I'm definitely going! Captain, don't stop me! I need to find out if he did it!"

"Okay, you and Qiming go to the cabin and ask Uncle Jiang and the others for their opinions. The supplies on the ship are enough for us to live on for a while. We'll go back when things are calmer on shore."

Li Defu sighed softly, "Wang Da has been with me for several years, I can't let him die in vain."

"Okay." Seeing that neither of the two captains objected, Wang Er immediately pulled Zhang Qiming away.

Zhang Qiming breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he had acted very well, and no one had noticed anything amiss.

Since his father had no objections, things went much more smoothly. Uncle Jiang and the others had originally wanted to work with him anyway.

Zhang Shun, standing by the railing, watched Wang Er and Zhang Qiming walk into the cabin. He didn't say much, then pushed aside the box blocking the captain's cabin door, opened the door, and removed the long wooden splinter from the side of the door.

Seeing this, Li Defu naturally walked over and blocked the door again, then watched as Zhang Shun threw the wooden spike he had used in the battle during the day into the sea.

The brown wooden stick plunged into the deep sea and slowly floated to the surface after a long time.

After doing all this, Zhang Shun turned to Li Defu and asked, "You already found out?"

Li Defu smiled but did not answer directly: "Most of the time, your son wouldn't bother to tell us so much."

Zhang Shun did not reply; his feelings were somewhat complicated.

Li Defu continued, "You've been a captain for so many years, you know how terrible things can happen if the crew starts fighting amongst themselves on the open sea, far from any village or shop."

"I understand." Zhang Shun thought of Wang Er's red eyes and unconsciously walked to the side of the boat and leaned against the railing.

Li Defu handed him a cigarette and lit it for him: "Don't think too much about it. We have to get on the ship. It's that simple."

Zhang Shun took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled a large smoke ring:

"Let them come up here and give Wang Da a hand, tie him up and throw him on the deck. We're leaving now. I have some stuff in my warehouse at the dock, but the zombies got too close this evening, and I didn't have time to go back and get it."

Li Defu also lit a cigarette:

"Turn back, back to the dock."