Sequence Ocean Survival: Awakening God-Tier Sequences at the Start

Chapter 22 The Secret of the Iceberg Goddess, The Golden Triangle of Shanghai

Zhou Hai didn't say anything more, turned around and strode towards the stairwell, his loud voice echoing throughout the corridor.

"Everyone, pack your things and assemble on the first floor in ten minutes!"

"Let's go!"

After a brief silence, a thunderous cheer erupted from inside the Zijin Building!

"Waaaaah... We survived the zombie horde!"

"Let's go! We're finally leaving this awful place!"

"Long live Captain Zhou! Long live Brother Zhao! Goddess Su Li! Great God Lu Sheng!"

Countless survivors poured out of the blocked room, their faces streaked with tears of relief. Their gazes toward the four figures at the stairwell were filled with fervent worship and awe.

Standing behind Zhou Hai, Lu Sheng listened to the crowd below chanting his name wildly. Even though he had seen such scenes before, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable at this moment.

This scene was just like the fan meetings of top celebrities on Earth in my previous life.

He even saw more women openly flirting with him, their eyes bold and passionate.

I can understand young girls flirting with me, but you look like Fu Shou'er and are at least 38 years old. Who are you flirting with?

Lu Sheng's lips twitched; he felt these women had gone a bit crazy.

After the cheers subsided, the crowd, under Zhou Hai's direction, began to move in an orderly manner.

Most people were already prepared, carrying backpacks stuffed full of their belongings, and gathered in the lobby on the first floor.

But there are also some people whose simple floating rafts, originally built with materials such as planks and foam, were smashed to pieces in last night's zombie horde, and they are now standing there with despair on their faces.

A middle-aged man mustered his courage, approached Zhou Hai, and pleaded in a tearful voice, "Captain Zhou, our boat... is gone, please... could you take us with you?"

Zhou Hai frowned.

Although the Blazing Flame fishing boat was not small, there was simply no extra space to accommodate more people, as there were four people on board and the deck was occupied by the hardworking core crew members.

Just as those men turned pale, thinking they were about to be abandoned, Zhou Hai waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "What's the rush? There are so many desks, cabinets, and wooden beds in the building. Can't we just dismantle them and rebuild them? Everyone, give them a hand!"

"Only by helping each other can we better survive in this apocalypse!"

"yes!"

The crowd responded with a roar, reigniting the atmosphere.

No one complained; everyone immediately sprang into action, some dismantling tables, others searching for ropes, their efficiency astonishing.

Zhao walked over to Lu Sheng, a gentle smile on his face, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Come on, Xiao Lu, come with me, I have something to show you."

Lu Sheng nodded and followed Zhao Ze through the busy crowd toward the Blazing Flame, which was parked on the other side.

The two went up to the deck, and Zhao led him straight down to the cabin below.

After walking through the narrow corridor filled with the smell of diesel and fish, Zhao stopped in front of a brand-new door, took out his key and opened it.

"Clatter".

The emergency lights came on.

Zhao smiled and turned to the side: "Look, this is the room I prepared for you. From now on, this will be your home on the ship."

Lu Sheng strode in.

The room was indeed small, less than ten square meters, but though small, it had everything you needed.

A neatly made single bed, a metal cabinet fixed against the wall, and even an old 14-inch television strapped to the cabinet.

Although simple, in this turbulent apocalypse, the sense of security brought by such a closed, clean, and private space that belongs only to oneself is incomparable to anything else.

"How was it? Not bad, right?" Zhao leaned against the door frame, a hint of smugness on his face.

"That's great, Brother Zhao," Lu Sheng said sincerely, a warm feeling washing over him.

Compared to the previous inflatable kayak, this accommodation is so much better.

At least when I rest at night, I no longer have to worry about being swept into the sea by the waves.

"Haha, kid, don't let this old TV fool you, it still works." Zhao pointed to the antique. "It can play DVDs. We have one in each of our rooms. If you're bored, you can go find Ali. She has a lot of treasures, all kinds of movie DVDs, especially anime DVDs, piled up like a small mountain."

Lu Sheng was stunned upon hearing this.

Good heavens, Su Li, that cold-blooded killing machine, is actually an anime otaku in private?

"Of course, watching TV requires electricity, which will speed up diesel consumption," Zhao continued. "But you're lucky, kid. You brought back two big barrels of diesel, enough to keep us burning until we reach our next stop."

"Next destination?" Lu Sheng looked up at Old Zhao and asked, "Where are we going?"

When this was mentioned, Zhao Ze revealed a mysterious smile. He lowered his voice and leaned close to Lu Sheng's ear.

"A good place."

"Now the entire city of Shanghai is submerged underwater, but three buildings still stand due to their terrain and structure, and their lower parts have not even been completely submerged."

"With the 632-meter-tall Shanghai Tower as the leader, and the two adjacent Jin Mao Towers and Shanghai World Financial Center Towers, both over 400 meters tall, the three skyscrapers form a triangular shape, creating a natural haven."

A longing gleamed in Zhao Ze's eyes.

"That place is home to more than half of the survivor fleets in this sea area, making it the only large-scale trading hub and intelligence center in the Shanghai waters!"

"We call it..."

"The Golden Triangle of Shanghai!"