Doomsday Plan Special Envoy

"He...is dead?"

Su Muyun saw from afar that someone on the speedboat had been pierced by an arrow, and the sight of him covered in blood shocked her so much that she covered her mouth.

An ordinary high school girl, who had at most seen some gore horror movies, not even the most disgusting ones, was momentarily flustered when faced with this kind of imminent killing.

"Don't overthink it, they're already bad people."

Jiang Yan continued to nock his arrow, aiming at the speedboat hurtling towards the Nautilus.

At that approach speed, the landing point of the projectile is virtually unpredictable, so he planned to attack when the speedboat entered direct firing range.

During this time gap, he took a moment to speak seriously with Su Muyun: "A qualified savior needs strong mental fortitude. Your kindness can only be used against people who are equally kind, and they clearly are not."

Jiang Yan had enough faith in Su Muyun's special abilities, and the two speedboats were approaching silently...

Could it be something good?

After spending a few days together, he realized that Su Muyun didn't need gentle words of comfort; her heart was strong enough.

Otherwise, one shouldn't immediately believe his doomsday predictions.

"That's right." Su Muyun's expression immediately hardened.

Perhaps touched by Jiang Yan's words "qualified savior," she flung off her somewhat cumbersome long-sleeved jacket, revealing a cool and thin tank top.

Su Muyun quickly pulled a spear from the golf club bag in the captain's cabin and assumed a spear-wielding fighting stance as instructed by Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan glanced back casually and was immediately startled: "Holy crap, when did you get those latissimus dorsi muscles?"

She wasn't like this just a week ago.

According to his usual judgment, such training would require at least three years, and that would be the result of hard work and diligence.

It's not the kind of bulky muscle that's been injected with drugs, but rather a layer of seemingly slender, thin muscle that possesses a graceful strength.

"It grew naturally."

Su Muyun answered easily.

120 meters, 100 meters.

Jiang Yan held his breath, preparing to release the arrow, but then he saw the people on the speedboat lock the throttle and head straight for the bow of the "Nautilus," and he frowned slightly.

"Are you looking to die?"

Jiang Yan gave a soft snort and had no choice but to loosen the bowstring and give up shooting.

The guy driving the speedboat was not blinded by the death of his companion; he deliberately locked the accelerator and steering wheel in front of him.

If Jiang Yan had shot him dead, the unmanned speedboat would have crashed straight into the Nautilus.

The speedboat wasn't large enough to sink the Nautilus, but it would definitely cause damage.

Fishing boats have anti-collision fenders and fenders at the bow, but it is impossible for them to withstand this "high-speed kinetic energy bullet" without damage.

The anchor winch system at the bow will definitely break down, and the freshwater tank below the forward deck will most likely leak, which may even affect the precision instruments in the captain's cabin.

These injuries were too much for Jiang Yan to bear, so he had no choice but to abandon the shooting.

He wasn't afraid that the other party was thinking of taking him down with them.

If they really wanted to die, they wouldn't have come here. If they could live, these people still wouldn't want to damage the Nautilus.

Sure enough, as the speedboat approached the Nautilus, it made a sharp turn, passing by the side of the ship and heading straight for the stern.

The engine roared, kicking up a lot of water that obscured Jiang Yan's view.

The bow deck was very high, while the speedboat was positioned low and moved very fast, resulting in a very narrow firing arc. Jiang Yan only had time to throw one arrow at a time.

"what!"

Judging from the scream that came from the waves, he must have hit the target.

He was shot, but the shot did not hit a vital organ.

Jiang Yan turned to look at Li Defu on another speedboat. That guy had already pushed the body into the sea and was now circling around the Nautilus in the speedboat, staying out of Jiang Yan's firing range.

No, that's not right. Li Defu wasn't just wandering around; he was consciously approaching the stern of the boat.

There must be someone else at the stern!

"Beep beep beep beep—"

At this moment, Su Muyun's watch suddenly sounded an alarm. She swiped the screen twice and saw the surveillance camera at the stern of the ship.

Her watch was equipped with an AI she had trained; at that moment, the AI ​​was highlighting several figures on the surveillance screen and issuing an alarm.

"Someone's boarding!"

Su Muyun was on high alert, gripping her spear tightly, and pointed towards the stern of the ship: "What do we do now?"

"Drive them into the sea."

Jiang Yan picked up his spear and climbed up the ladder from the edge of the second deck to the third deck, standing at the highest point of the entire ship.

The two speedboats were just there to distract them; the real danger would appear at the stern.

He truly hadn't expected that this group of people could leisurely cross the water from hundreds of meters away, just like the "water ghosts" commonly used in ancient naval forces.

These "water ghosts" surged among the waves, sneaking aboard ships to assassinate or sabotage them, maximizing their profits with minimal cost.

Jiang Yan's face darkened; he had underestimated the swimming skills of these people from the seaside.

When crossing water, a single target is too small and too slow to be detected by the ship's radar.

The Nautilus is eight or nine meters high from the front, but only four or five meters high from the stern, and it also has deck railings, so with the help of tools, one can actually sneak onto the ship without making a sound.

Fortunately, he set up an additional monitoring system, which also included an AI program designed by Su Muyun, capable of automatically identifying alarms.

We won't wait until this group gets close enough to discover it.

This ship is a full 35 meters long, and the space on board is much larger than expected. Even if the enemy has a large number of people, they may not be a match for it.

Strictly speaking, that arrow was the first time he had killed someone.

However, he didn't feel anything extra, only that humans were far more fragile than musk oxen.

Even if a musk ox is hit in a vital spot, it can still struggle for a while.

Upon reaching the top of the flybridge used for observation, Jiang Yan squinted at the dark stern deck.

The area was bustling with people, but the situation seemed somewhat different from what he had imagined.

-

Five minutes ago.

"Brother Qiming, I have a feeling something's not right."

The speaker was Wu Li, a porter working for Uncle Jiang.

Actually, he was a few years older than Zhang Qiming, but since Zhang Qiming was the leader of the team, he had to call him "brother".

"What's right or wrong?"

Zhang Qiming frowned angrily and snapped without turning around, "Didn't you hear how loud the speedboat's engine was? That means Li Defu has already made contact with the people on board, and he definitely doesn't have time to worry about us right now!"

To be honest, he didn't quite understand why his father wanted him to team up with this porter, Wu Li.

The other group included his father, Uncle Wang Erjiang, and another porter under Uncle Jiang's command.

If we're going to split into teams, shouldn't the number of people be evenly distributed, with his dad leading one team and Uncle Jiang leading another?

But this is good too. His father's side can focus the attack, while they only need to circle around the side of the ship to the captain's cabin at the front, and then surround and capture them all.

If he could get this ship back, he could become the Pirate King in the apocalypse and build his own crew. Wouldn't that be much more comfortable than being a corporate slave?

and……

Zhang Qiming recalled the fleeting glimpse he had at the dock before the apocalypse; he remembered that Jiang Yan had an extremely beautiful cousin.

This is something you can only do in the apocalypse.

"No, Brother Qiming, I just feel like something's not right."

Wu Li was trembling all over. He reached out and grabbed Zhang Qiming's arm: "Why am I so cold?"

Zhang Qiming was startled by the temperature of Wu Li's palm. He turned around and saw that Wu Li's whole body was red, and he was constantly exhaling white breath. His skin was covered with hideous black blood vessels.

Zombies?!

"What happened to you?"

He was so frightened that he took several steps back.

Wu Li said with a sob in his voice, "When they were tying up Wang Da earlier, I think he scratched me... Didn't those zombies transform instantly during the day? I've been fine for so long, I thought I wasn't affected at all..."

Zhang Qiming: "???"

"Why the hell didn't you wait until you turned into a zombie before you said that?!"