Reborn: I Stock Up and Bully the Trash to Dominate the Apocalypse

He seemed to have suddenly thought of something and lowered his voice: "You want to... build a submarine?"

Zhou Shuwan smiled slightly and did not deny it.

Long before the earthquake, they had already gone to J City and put the ship into space.

The ship was quietly parked in the original underground base, its hull covered with thick ice, and even the entrance was piled with snow as high as a floor.

Fortunately, the city was already a dead city at that time, with no one there, so there was no need to worry about being seen.

Zhou Shuwan used space to open a passage, entered and took the ship away. Now it is still frozen in the space.

He and Qi Mingyu had discussed a few days ago about finding a safe place to slowly melt the ice and see if the ship, which had been stationary in high temperature and extreme cold for several years, could still be started!

"We now have RVs, helicopters, and ships in our space," Zhou Shuwan counted on his fingers and sighed, "The only thing missing is a submarine."

The importance of submarines goes without saying.

Today, the ocean is tending to swallow up the continent. There is no need for prediction. Most survivors with foresight know that one day, the land beneath their feet will also become part of the ocean!

But ships are not safe at sea. If a huge tsunami occurs, submarines are safer.

However, submarines are so precious. J City is an inland city, and even the cruise ship that can sail on the sea was transported from the coastal city during the flood season. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to just want a larger cruise ship.

Submarines are even less likely.

That's why Zhou Shuwan never mentioned it. But now, with a complete fleet formation appearing before them, it would be unreasonable not to consider how to get a submarine.

Qi Mingyu pondered for a moment and said, "The submarine issue is probably not easy. Although Colonel Xue is a good person, the discipline on the warship is strict, and submarines are even more important military equipment. Normally, a fleet would be equipped with one submarine, but this fleet is sailing on the sea to avoid the apocalypse, so it is reasonable to have more submarines. However, the warship is unlikely to use them for trading..."

Zhou Shuwan also looked at the fleet in the distance with a heavy gaze.

I want a submarine just in case.

Zhou Shuwan retracted his gaze and sighed softly: "I'm just asking. If there's a chance, of course I'd like to get one. Let's go exchange supplies first."

In the bay, there is a specially opened channel, which is the exchange point for warships and land supplies.

Several navy officers were patrolling with guns, and people coming and going lined up to enter in an orderly manner.

Zhou Shuwan and Qi Mingyu walked over and lined up.

The azure sea sparkles in the sun, a few small fishing boats are swaying on the sea in the distance, and the cries of seagulls are heard one after another, creating a peaceful and harmonious scene.

The air was filled with a faint salty smell, mixed with the fresh scent brought by the sea breeze.

This time they came to exchange the powdered rock mushroom fruit for salt.

Because it was inconvenient for the people on the warship to get off the ship, they collected the powder made from the rock mushroom fruit.

Moreover, only some vegetables can be grown on the ship, and large-scale planting is not possible, so there is a shortage of starch-containing foods.

There were not many people coming to exchange supplies. Everyone was very poor and used the little they had to fill their stomachs.

Most people held tightly to the belongings they had brought with them, which were the treasures they depended on for survival.

Many of them are ragged and skinny, which is the norm here.

After the end of the world, poverty and hunger will follow everyone like a shadow.

The team moved slowly, the sun making everyone feel dizzy. Zhou Shuwan raised his hand to block the sun, then turned to Qi Mingyu and said, "This sun is really scorching."

Qi Mingyu nodded, took out a water bottle from his backpack and handed it to her: "Drink some water."

Zhou Shuwan took the kettle, took a few sips, and felt his throat feel much better.