At the same time, dozens of nautical miles away.
The sunlight was just right, the breeze gentle.
Unlike the calculating and bloody scenes behind them, the deck of the "President" was filled with an enviable, leisurely atmosphere.
The motor of the Automatic Fishing Net hummed softly.
Qin Yu had set up a beach chair at the stern, sitting with the SSS-grade "Poseidon Rod" in hand, its dark golden luster flowing across its surface.
"Ruo Bing," he called lazily, "move the sun umbrella a bit to the left. It's shining on my legs."
Li Ruobing rolled her eyes dramatically. She was busy cleaning a heavy machine gun with a rag. "Move it yourself! I'm combat personnel, not your nanny! Besides, what's wrong with a tan? It adds to your masculinity."
Despite her words, she stretched out her long leg and kicked the base of the sun umbrella to the left, just enough to shade Qin Yu's calves.
"Actions speak louder than words," Qin Yu chuckled.
With a flick of his wrist, the fishing line traced a graceful arc through the air, carrying the special bait precisely into the sea a hundred meters away.
Plop.
The splash was small, but Qin Yu could sense a peculiar ripple spreading underwater—a unique effect of the SSS-grade fishing rod.
"Brother Qin Yu, have some water," Yao Qian approached, holding a freshly made glass of lemon water.
She was dressed in a white sailor outfit with a short skirt that revealed her slender legs clad in White Silk Stockings. After last night's intimacy, her once-youthful face now carried a touch of a woman's allure.
"Good girl," Qin Yu took the water and casually patted her pert bottom.
"Ah..." Yao Qian gasped, her cheeks flushing, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she knelt beside his legs and began gently massaging his thigh muscles. "How's the pressure?"
"Not bad. Your technique is getting more professional," Qin Yu murmured, eyes closed, savoring the rare tranquility.
In this post-apocalyptic world, sipping lemon water while being massaged by a beauty and fishing leisurely felt like a heavenly existence.
Buzz—
The fishing rod in his hand suddenly vibrated.
"It's here," Qin Yu's eyes sharpened, his arm muscles tensing instantly.
It wasn't the tug of a fish—it was a heavy, sinking sensation. A supply box!
"Up!" he grunted.
The resilience of the SSS-grade rod was on full display as the slender tip bent into a full moon without any sign of breaking.
Splash!
A wooden crate tangled with seaweed burst from the water and was flung steadily onto the deck with a forceful swing.
[Ding!]
[Acquired: Low-Level Supply Box (E) x1]
Qin Yu curled his lip. "Another low-level one."
Disappointed, he casually swiped his dagger, and the box split open. Out rolled several packs of compressed biscuits and two bottles of mineral water.
"More food," Yao Qian remarked as she gathered the items and sorted them into the storage basket nearby, which was already filled to the brim with bread, sausages, and instant noodles.
"Our current food reserves should last us several months, right?"
"Even if we drifted at sea for a year, we wouldn't starve."
Qin Yu shook his head.
"You can never have too much food."
"This will be hard currency in the future."
"It can save lives."
He cast his fishing rod again.
For the next half hour,
Qin Yu was like an emotionless restocking machine.
Reeling in.
Reeling in.
Reeling in again.
All Low-Level Supply Boxes.
There were even a few unlucky Mutated Sea Fish that Yao Xue took away for dissection and research.
"This luck..."
"Did we use up all our good fortune yesterday?"
Qin Yu was somewhat helpless.
He glanced at the Automatic Fishing Net nearby.
It was also full of junk building materials like wooden planks and plastic bottles.
Although they could be used to expand the ship,
what Qin Yu needed more now were high-level blueprints or equipment.
"Yu-ge."
Li Ruobing suddenly spoke up nearby.
Her voice sounded somewhat heavy.
"We're running low on bullets."
She pointed at the ammunition box next to the heavy machine gun.
"Just now, to scare that seductive fox, I loaded another belt of ammunition."
"What's left now,"
"at most, is enough for this big guy to roar for two minutes."
"If we encounter another Beast tide like yesterday's,"
"or if Zhang Nanhai really charges at us head-on,"
"after two minutes of firing, this will just become a fire poker."
Li Ruobing's concerns were reasonable.
The heavy machine gun was powerful,
but this thing was a gold-devouring beast.
With a firing rate of thousands of rounds per minute,
without sufficient ammunition supply, it was just for show.
Qin Yu frowned.
This was something he had been worried about too.
Although the system lottery could draw weapons, bullets were consumables.
"It's fine."
Qin Yu said in a deep voice.
"Besides the machine gun turret, we still have cannons and aircraft."
Though he said this,
Qin Yu gripped his fishing rod tighter.
He silently prayed in his heart.
"System, old pal."
"Give me some strength."
"Bring out the good stuff."
"Stop giving me bread all the time, I'm almost sick of it."
Perhaps his prayers were really heard,
or the SSS-grade fishing rod finally started to show its power.
Right at that moment,
the fishing rod suddenly sank violently!
This time,
the force was immense!
It almost pulled Qin Yu right off his chair!
"Whoa?!"
Qin Yu was greatly startled.
He planted his feet firmly on the deck's fixed stakes, put strength into his waist, and leaned his whole body backward.
"Big catch!"
"Definitely a big catch!"
This feeling.
"Quick! Help!"
Qin Yu shouted.
Yao Qian and Li Ruobing, seeing this, immediately rushed over.
Yao Qian wrapped her arms around Qin Yu's waist, while Li Ruobing grabbed his arm.
The three of them combined their strength,
like in a tug-of-war.
"One, two, three! Pull!!"
On the sea surface,
water splashed violently.
A huge black shadow was struggling desperately underwater.
It wasn't a living creature,
because it didn't swim, just kept sinking downward.
It was the weight!
"Give me... up!!!"
Veins bulged on Qin Yu's forehead.
With a furious roar,
the SSS-grade fishing rod emitted an ear-grating creak and unleashed a terrifying elastic force.
"Boom!"
The water surface exploded.
A metal box shimmering with a faint blue light was yanked out like a cannonball.
It landed heavily on the deck
with a dull, loud thud.
Even the massive "President" swayed a couple of times.
That box.
The entire object was forged from some unknown deep blue metal.
There was no lock.
Only a complex mechanical dial.
At the very center of the box.
A large letter was engraved:
[B]
"A B-grade treasure chest?!"
Li Ruobing exclaimed in surprise.
"Why only B-grade?"
"With all that effort just now, I thought it would be S-grade!"
Qin Yu panted heavily, wiping sweat from his forehead.
Yet his eyes burned with unusual intensity.
"No."
"Although this chest is only B-grade."
"This weight..."
"Is definitely not ordinary."
A typical B-grade treasure chest would only hold a few dozen pounds of items.
But this thing...
When he lifted it earlier, Qin Yu felt it weighed at least several hundred pounds!
What could possibly have this weight at B-grade?
Except for that kind of thing...
Qin Yu thought of something.
A wild grin spread across his face.
He stepped forward.
Click.
A crisp sound echoed.
The lid slowly sprang open.
An icy scent of machine oil instantly permeated the air.
It was the smell of war.
"This is..."
Li Ruobing leaned in to look.
Immediately.
Her eyes widened larger than copper bells, her mouth forming an "O" shape.
"Oh my god..."
"We've hit the jackpot..."
"Brother Yu! We've struck it rich!!"
Inside the massive metal box.
Neatly arranged were gleaming golden metal chains.
Each round.
As thick as a finger.
With sharp tips painted with red markings indicating armor-piercing incendiary properties.
Under the sunlight.
They emitted an intoxicating glow of death.
[Acquired: 12.7mm Heavy Machine Gun Universal Ammunition Chest (B-grade)]
[Contents: Armor-Piercing Incendiary Ammunition Belts x 10]
[Quantity: 500,000 rounds!]
[Bonus: Spare barrels x 2, gun oil x 5 bottles.]
Five hundred thousand rounds!
And armor-piercing incendiary rounds at that!
These bullets would punch holes through rafts and turn human bodies into bloody mist.
Even a giant mosasaur.
Would be riddled like a sieve after taking a burst!
"HAHAHAHA!"
Qin Yu couldn't help but laugh heartily.
He reached in and lifted a heavy ammunition belt, draping it around his neck.
The cold, weighty sensation gave him immense reassurance.
"Who was it that said we were out of ammunition earlier?"
Qin Yu looked at Li Ruobing with playful mockery in his eyes.
Li Ruobing's face flushed with excitement.
She practically threw herself onto the chest, grabbing handfuls of bullets and rubbing them against her cheeks.
Like some kind of maniac.
"Enough! More than enough!"
"Five hundred thousand rounds!"
"With these treasures."
"Never mind Zhang Nanhai."
"Even if that Dragon King really shows up, I'd dare to rip out his sinews!"
Yao Xue also approached.
Adjusting her glasses, she examined the chest full of deadly weapons.
Despite her usual composure, the corners of her mouth twitched upward.
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