Chapter 73 Picked Up

When Zhou Yan suddenly opened the door, Bai Qi quickly lowered her head, afraid that Zhou Yan would see the unusual expression on her face.

Good heavens, what was Zhuang Yan thinking? Making Bai Qi so shy?

Zhuang Yan stroked Bai Qi's head. Bai Qi jumped off the bed and skipped to the living room.

As she passed Zhou Yan, he suddenly patted her little bottom. Bai Qi covered her bottom, staring at Zhou Yan with a flushed face, afraid he would do something strange to her in front of Zhuang Yan...

Although she was wearing a mask, some of it would still be inhaled. After being patted by Zhou Yan, she went to the master bedroom with a flushed face and strange steps...

"Get some good rest..." Zhou Yan said softly, looking at Zhuang Yan, whose complexion had already recovered.

Zhuang Yan's heart instantly warmed.

"Tomorrow, you still have to help me catch mermaids..."

Zhuang Yan's face darkened.

Zhou Yan closed the door and left directly.

...

Comrade Wang Youde was on the 7th Floor, demonstrating the "Power of a Middle-aged man" to Li Meng and Wang Zeyu.

It wasn't necessarily a man, but it was definitely a "Middle-aged man" in any case.

He was wearing a work uniform, doing everything from modifying water filters to repairing door locks for new neighbors.

As for his other skills, it was hard to tell, but his method of modifying filters hadn't gained everyone's approval.

After all, if he was skilled, his home wouldn't be filled with so many "New Humans."

"Alright! This kind of door lock can't be fixed. Where am I supposed to get batteries for her? Let's just make do for now. Anyway, all the troublemakers in our building are dead, and there are no more people causing trouble!"

Wang Youde wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Li Meng, holding the dismantled fingerprint lock.

"There's also a door lock on the 9th Floor that's problematic. I'll have to trouble you to lend a hand!"

"What trouble... it's just a matter of convenience..."

The two talked as they walked upstairs.

They happened to meet Zhou Yan, who was coming downstairs.

"Old Wang, can you replace a door?"

Zhou Yan's words made Wang Youde pause.

"Replace a door? I can give it a try..."

Looking at Wang Youde, whose head was covered in sweat, and Li Meng and Wang Zeyu behind him, carrying tool bags, Zhou Yan asked, "Are the girls from Building 17 settled?"

"They are settled... As you know, many doors on these floors were pried open before. I'm taking Mr. Wang to fix the door locks..." Li Meng said helplessly, holding up the broken fingerprint lock in his hand.

"Old Wang has this skill too?" Zhou Yan asked in surprise.

"Veterinary medicine, writing, singing, mechanical repair, home appliance repair, and mechanical repair, I dabble in a bit of everything... It doesn't hurt to have many skills!" Wang Youde said with a smile.

"Awesome!" Zhou Yan gave a thumbs up.

"The door on the 11th Floor is no good. Go up and take a look. If it can't be fixed, dismantle the door from the 6th Floor and see if it can be installed there..."

"It's dark! Can't see anything! If it's not urgent, how about fixing it tomorrow?" Wang Youde said, pointing to the sky that was already completely dark outside.

"There's a light on the 11th Floor!" Zhou Yan said.

"......" Wang Youde.

Capitalist! This is a Capitalist!

"Later, you bring out that generator and shine a light for Mr. Wang!"

"But..." Li Meng hesitated, after all, turning on the lights now would attract the Warship's attention!

"It's fine, you guys get some lights on, it'll just attract their attention, making it easier for me to get on the ship!"

Li Meng nodded.

"Don't let Mr. Wang work for nothing. See what supplies his family needs, medicine? Feminine products? Ask your sister-in-law to give Mr. Wang some!"

Only after watching Wang Youde and the other two go upstairs did Zhou Yan find a shadowy corner.

...

The moment the lights came on on the 11th Floor of Building 16, Zhou Yan's figure flashed into the shadows like a ghost, silently approaching the silent steel behemoth along the dark water.

The Warship's draft was very deep; it seemed the "firepower" on board should be quite substantial...

Stepping onto the deck, an atmosphere out of place with the outside world assailed him. The air on the deck was full of the smell of oil and disinfectant.

Unlike the damp and musty air outside, the deck at this moment was unusually dry.

In the distance, the bridge and some cabins emitted cold white light, and the low hum of various equipment operating below the deck could be faintly heard.

However, no human conversation could be heard.

Under the distant bridge, staff members in uniform gray outfits occasionally passed by, with almost no communication, unusually silent among themselves.

Zhou Yan hid in their shadows and followed them into the cabin...

"Look at that building! It actually has electricity! It must be rolling in wealth!" A strong southern accent spoke.

Another slightly rough voice said, "Electricity? What's the use of electricity?! Does it have oil? I said back then not to choose this ship, not to choose this ship! Who listened to me?! Now look! There's no oil left! This thing almost drinks oil! Even Transformers wouldn't consume this much oil, right?!"

"Idiot! Don't their diesel generators use oil?"

"You're the idiot! Do you know how much oil this ship needs? Even in its most economical state, this ship consumes four or five tons of oil per hour! Four or five tons! Not four or five liters, damn it! The oil in that generator isn't even enough to ignite the engine! You moron!"

"Alright! Uncle! Second Uncle! Let's stop arguing for now!"

The Young Man who had just returned to the cabin quickly tried to dissuade them.

"Can we just not talk about diesel?! This ship burns heavy oil; how many tons of diesel would that be?! Let's find a way to switch ships or at least turn this one around!"

The burly man wiped his face helplessly, his skin chapped and dark from years of sea wind. "Turning around is out of the question, there's no oil left... Now, we drift wherever the water flows... Switching ships is even more of a dream. Did you see that tall building over there? See those words? Qingyang Life Insurance! Yes! This is Qingyang City, there wasn't even a river here before, where would there be ships?!"

The Young Man sighed, "If worst comes to worst, let's try to get closer and trade for some food! The emergency military rations on the ship are almost gone..."

"Nephew, you go down and rest. If it's really bad, go find some women to have fun with for a bit! Talk? I have guns and cannons, why would I talk to him? I'll just snatch it directly!"

"Go ahead! Go snatch it! Let's see how you get there!" The other burly man pointed at the brightly lit building in the distance, "This Warship doesn't even have a rescue boat, you swim over there!"

The Young Man, where Zhou Yan was hiding, sighed deeply and no longer paid attention to the arguing pair, walking down the stairs...

The curses behind him grew more distant...

He slipped into a small, dimly lit room and lay on the simple cot...

Good opportunity!

Zhou Yan's body shot out of the shadows!

He pressed one hand over The Young Man's mouth, while the barrel of the shotgun in his other hand was pressed directly against The Young Man's chin.

The Young Man panicked for a moment, but soon he smelled the faint gunpowder scent emanating from the shotgun's muzzle...

His whole body trembled.

"I have something to ask you, but don't worry, even if you call for help, I have a way to leave, but before I leave, I will definitely kill you!"

The Young Man nodded gently, signaling to Zhou Yan that he wouldn't shout.

But just as Zhou Yan released his hand from The Young Man's mouth, he felt a flash of light before his eyes!

The Young Man's hand glowed with a faint blue light, and at some point, he had a sharp ice pick clutched in his hand!

It was aimed directly at Zhou Yan's neck.

Zhou Yan flipped his hand, and the shotgun stock slammed directly into The Young Man's wrist!

"Hiss...!"

The ice pick fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces. The Young Man clutched his wrist, gasping in cold air repeatedly.

That hit was not light!

"You think you can ambush people with those two moves? Save it! I ask, you answer!"

Close-quarters combat was a course Zhou Yan had been practicing since he was six. This was also why Zhou Yan's physical fitness greatly exceeded that of ordinary people when he first activated the system. Zhou Yan might be a little timid with a gun, but when it came to armed combat, Zhou Yan was never timid!

"You don't look like soldiers... Where did you get this Warship?"

The Young Man mumbled and slowly began to speak: "We picked it up..."