Chapter 121 Kill a pool of villains to scare the monkeys and see who dares to come.
The blue light of the high-voltage current gradually faded in the deep water zone.
Dozens of charred corpses, surrounded by churning bubbles, slowly floated into view on the base's large surveillance screen.
A burnt rubber smell from the electrocution still lingered in the air.
It was a strange smell, like a shoe sole being burned in a large stove.
Lin Xingwan's eyes remained completely untroubled.
Her slender fingers lightly scraped the rim of her black tea cup.
There was a layer of stubborn tea stain on the rim.
"Duoduo, go."
She took a sip of warm water.
"Lower the mechanical arm."
Qian Duoduo was stuffing crispy noodles into his mouth.
His mouth was covered in crumbs.
"Sister-in-law, where should we put them once we fish them up? Our warehouse doesn't take dead bodies."
"Hang them around the perimeter of the base."
Lin Xingwan didn't even lift her eyelids.
"Just hang them on the barbed wire sticking out of the water."
"Hang them on the barbed wire?"
Lu Ting rubbed his thigh nearby.
There was a grease stain on his pants, which he had accidentally dripped there while eating hot pot last night.
"Holy crap, Sister-in-law, are you planning to open a bacon workshop?"
He smacked his lips.
"Soaked in that floodwater, won't it stink to high heaven?"
"Hang them."
Lin Xingwan's voice was extremely cold, devoid of any warmth.
"Hang them high. Whoever comes will see them."
Huo Yuan leaned nearby, wiping his Tang Dao with his calloused hands.
He sneered.
"Listen to your sister-in-law. Hang them up neatly, don't miss a single one."
"Got it!"
Lu Ting slapped his thigh and stood up.
"I'm on it. I'll make sure they're hung up like air-dried bacon, looking real grand."
The heavy rain fell until the next morning.
The fog on the water was heavy, mixed with the stench of rotting flesh.
A battered wooden boat drifted on the water around the perimeter of the Half-Mountain Villa.
Three fully armed survivors stood at the bow, smelling of sour sweat.
"Bro, the Black Shark guys went in last night. How come there's no sound at all?"
A short man with red spots on his hands looked forward through a monocular.
The monocular was covered in green rust, and the lens was fogged up.
"Could they have struck it rich and run off overnight in their big boat?"
Another burly man scratched his itchy crotch and spat into the water.
"Impossible."
The blind leader held a rusty iron machete.
"This place has electricity. I saw a light underwater just now."
He grabbed the monocular.
When the lens was aimed at the barbed wire around the perimeter of the Half-Mountain Villa,
his hand suddenly shook violently.
With a clatter,
the monocular dropped onto the wooden planks and rolled into the puddle.
"What's wrong, Bro?"
The short man leaned in.
"De... dead people."
The blind leader's voice shook like chaff in the wind.
He pointed at the barbed wire ahead, the flesh on his face trembling wildly.
On that towering titanium alloy barbed wire,
dozens of pitch-black, shriveled, and charred corpses hung there so blatantly.
They looked like strings of moldy cured meat.
As a strong wind blew,
the charred corpses swayed in the rain, their bones and joints making a creaking "creak-creak" sound.
The Black Shark boss's single eye rolled in its hollow socket, hanging in the most prominent spot.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
The blind leader collapsed onto the deck.
His crotch instantly became wet, yellow urine seeping down his pants and mixing into the dirty water.
"This place has a living King of Hell! The Black Shark guys were all electrocuted into bacon!"
He frantically pulled the engine's starter rope.
"Chug-chug-chug!"
Like a stray dog, the broken wooden boat made a sharp turn on the water and fled back like crazy.
Not even daring to look back.
Within half a day,
the terrifying reputation of these dozens of "human cured meats" spread completely through the city's survivor circles.
The water bandits who had been eager to move moved their camps five kilometers away overnight.
The area around the Star Fortress
became a true forbidden zone of life.
In the Central Control Room, the air conditioning blew a bit chilly.
Lin Xingwan flipped through the resource consumption list compiled by Qian Duoduo.
"We're running low on bullets."
She frowned slightly, her fingertips tapping on the table.
"Although we didn't use guns on the electric fence last night, fighting those warlords a while ago consumed thirty percent of our stock."
"The expansion project is also using explosives."
Zhao An walked in, covered in mud.
He held a chipped iron mug in his hand, with half a cold steamed bun stuffed in his mouth.
"The mountain-clearing explosives are almost gone."
"Regular bullets don't last long."
Huo Yuan sat to the side, fiddling with a rifle bullet with his rough fingers.
"To defend this place, we need large-caliber heavy machine gun ammunition. We don't have enough of that stuff in stock."
"Where do we get it?"
Lu Ting picked his teeth nearby, looking a bit worried.
"It's all water outside now. Those arms dealers have long gone to feed the turtles."
Lin Xingwan said nothing.
She closed her eyes, her consciousness sinking into her space.
The food and water in her space were indeed enough to last several lifetimes.
But in The Apocalypse, without weapons and ammunition, holding a mountain of gold just made you a fat sheep in the eyes of others.
Vast stretches of black soil lay empty.
But only the last three rows of ammunition crates remained.
"Boss, Sister-in-law."
Qian Duoduo tapped on the keyboard a few times, bringing up a water-damaged paper memo that was only half-intact.
"This is the military industrial blueprint fragment we got from the black market before."
Lin Xingwan opened her eyes.
She looked at the fragmented map on the screen.
"There's an abandoned underground military factory in the neighboring province."
Huo Yuan leaned over and pointed to a blurry red dot on the map.
"It has an extremely high flood protection rating. Although there's water everywhere now, that place might not be completely flooded yet."
Lin Xingwan's eyes flickered slightly.
"How far is it?"
"Three hundred kilometers."
Huo Yuan exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice deep.
"We'll have to drive our 'water tank' over there. It's not a short waterway."
"Let's do it."
Lin Xingwan stood up and patted the dust off her combat vest.
A look of absolute determination flashed in her eyes.
"Go get ready. We set out tomorrow morning."
She turned to look at Huo Yuan.
"Wealth is found in danger. Without bullets, our iron turtle will be torn apart sooner or later."
Huo Yuan shrugged, a roguish smile playing on his lips.
"Alright, we'll do as you say, Sister-in-law."
He pointed to the torrential rain outside.
"However,"
Huo Yuan lowered his voice.
"With the continuous heavy rain, the activity underwater is much more exciting than on land."
"What activity?"
Lin Xingwan raised an eyebrow.
Huo Yuan cradled the barrett in his arms, his eyes filled with a dangerous, fierce light.
"I heard that some 'Water Rats' underwater have already started setting up camp near the military factory's entrance."