Chapter 64 Warship 2

With a dark expression, Wang Zeyu threw those small props out of the window one by one.

He had often heard Zhou Yan tell him the legend of the "Tiger Tank Driver," and the moment he thought that these props might have been used by that "old-model Tiger tank," a chill ran through Wang Zeyu's heart.

Moreover, there was really no way to tell who had used these "props" on whom...

However, he didn't throw away the "swing" and "chair" in the room...

Those things didn't seem like they would be that dirty...

While throwing things out, Wang Zeyu called Li Meng and Zhou Yan to the window to look outside.

The water surface in the residential complex was exceptionally lively at this moment!

It wasn't just the residents of Building 16 striving toward that Warship...

It was truly a case of "the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own prowess."

There were people paddling with large water buckets, and those skilled with their hands who had made makeshift rafts out of who-knows-what furniture.

Many residents on "rafts," upon seeing those exhausted from swimming, would even reach out a helping hand to pull them up!

It seemed as if that long-lost humanity had returned once again.

It was as if the life-and-death struggles of the past two months were just a dream...

Soon, quite a few people were attacked by merfolk...

They were all on the water, and in their excitement, they didn't even know what was happening around them...

But Zhou Yan and the others were standing high up, so they could see more clearly...

A waterborne escape movement that could be called a great exodus quickly turned into a desperate "living hell."

Those people who had struggled toward the Warship filled with hope were now truly feeling just how terrifying the "monsters" lurking beneath the calm water surface were.

In the distance, judging by their ages, it appeared to be a father and son. The father was vigorously paddling a makeshift raft tied together with foam boards and plastic buckets, while the son was behind him, clutching his father's waist tightly...

They had just paddled past Building 16; they were likely residents of Building 15 or Building 14...

As they watched the distance to the Warship gradually shrink, a trace of joy had just appeared on the father's face!

A blue-gray shadow suddenly lunged out of the water, and claws covered in slime and keratinized scales instantly grabbed the clothes on the son's back!

"Dad!!!"

In the panic, the boy only had time to let out a scream before his entire body was instantly dragged into the water by an irresistible, tremendous force!

Leaving only a string of rapid bubbles and a rapidly spreading blood-red color on the water surface...

The father frantically jabbed at the water with the makeshift oar in his hand, but apart from stirring the murky, bloody water into an even brighter red, it was useless...

The father threw away the oar like a madman, slapped the water with his hands, and cursed in rage...

In the end, he actually dove headfirst into the water, attempting to find his child...

The result, naturally, was another string of bubbles rising, and then no further movement...

The thin, dilapidated raft spun empty on the water, and soon, it was occupied by others...

Near the water surface by Building 17, several young men were crowded onto a larger raft; clearly, they were more capable with their hands!

The raft was well-built, even featuring a protective railing around it, and it already had the basic structure of a "boat."

They saw that the rubber boat belonging to a couple not far away seemed even more perfect, and immediately shouted loudly, attempting to seek cooperation.

Although their raft was well-designed and fast... it also sank quickly... It was taking on water...

That couple ignored them and just kept paddling on their own.

Everyone sweeps the snow from their own doorstep; don't worry about the frost on someone else's roof...

For this couple not to have flown apart in the face of disaster was already rare enough; they had no extra energy to care about the life or death of others...

Their luck seemed extremely good, or perhaps it was because the kayak made less noise moving across the water, so it hadn't attracted too much attention from the merfolk.

But the young men on the raft had already discovered the dark shadows swimming around beneath their raft...

The young men, they were young men after all—ruthless and cold-hearted.

Everyone exchanged a glance and paddled for their lives toward the direction of the kayak...

They grabbed the broken wooden sticks from the edge of the raft and stabbed at the kayak beside them with the sharp wooden splinters...

When racing against a lion, you don't need to outrun the lion... You just need to run faster than your companion...

Your companion is running fast? That's simple! Just break their legs!

The scene from just a moment ago, of reaching out a helping hand and seemingly experiencing a "return of humanity," now looked more like a cruel, cold joke.

The water surface had turned into a pot of "blood porridge."

This was a "feast" for the merfolk!

Cries, pleas for help, and curses mingled with the sounds of flesh being torn and the excited shrieks of the merfolk, composing the most desperate doomsday symphony in the residential complex at this moment.

Zhou Yan lit a cigarette and tossed one to Wang Zeyu.

The two of them leaned against the window and began to puff away.

Wang Zeyu's growth rate far exceeded Zhou Yan's imagination; facing the tragedy on the water, he was actually calmly discussing the Warship's reaction with Li Meng.

Li Meng and Wang Zeyu were not only watching the massacre of refugees by the merfolk on the water, but were also staring intently at that motionless Warship...

"Big brother..." Wang Zeyu said to Zhou Yan in a lowered voice, "Look at that ship... so many people are dying, such a huge commotion, they can't possibly not see it, yet there's absolutely no reaction... That ship, it probably isn't a Warship, right?"

"The ship is definitely a military ship, but the people on board are definitely not soldiers..." Li Meng said.

This ship... was too strange.

It remained anchored in the distance, at a location that used to be an artificial lake in Qingyang City, the deepest point of the water...

There were no broadcasts or calls from the Warship, and not even a single rescue boat had been lowered; there were no signals whatsoever.

It was as if they hadn't seen the tragedy on the water at all.

Zhou Yan observed through the sniper rifle's scope that the figures occasionally flashing across the deck moved very much like trained soldiers. They were all wearing uniform gray attire, had almost no communication with each other, and seemed to be executing some pre-set mission, showing not a hint of emotional fluctuation toward everything happening on the water, nor any intention to intervene...

"They are not official personnel..."

When Zhou Yan said this, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

"A real official rescue team would absolutely not be so indifferent to the life and death of ordinary people..."

Those groups who were well-"equipped," well-fed, and physically stronger had already begun to approach the Warship.

They shouted loudly at the figures on the deck near the Warship, but the distance was too great, and nothing could be heard; one could only see the motions of them constantly waving their hands...

But what made those people desperate was... not only did the Warship not lower any facilities for everyone to board, but those figures in gray uniforms also aimed their guns at the ordinary people on the water...

On the water, the fervent and hopeful atmosphere instantly silenced...

The threat from the gun barrels began to make people unable to breathe...