Because of some ordinary people dragging them down, they had to find a tram to help. They estimated they would finish crossing the city around 6 PM.
Not bad—at least it was still morning now.
They should be able to reach the island by nightfall, where they could finally rest for a while. The security of the island was quite good.
While there were plenty of firearms on the island, at least there were no monsters. In the early stages, very few monsters were capable of crossing the sea.
The local zombies naturally went without saying; they hadn't unlocked the swimming skill tree yet. To the west, the Tacet Discords of Seven Hills City couldn't swim either.
Furthermore, compared to this small group, those monsters were far more likely to prioritize attacking the much larger settlement that was Seven Hills City.
It was unlikely that anything capable of swimming or flying just happened to be lurking on the north or south sides, right?
So, as long as their luck held, they wouldn't have to deal with the hassle of a monster tide at night. They would naturally have the chance to sleep until dawn.
They could even sleep until noon if they wanted. The island was barely eight kilometers long and wide; they could traverse it with ease.
...
When they reached the coast... the sea wasn't actually that vast. Standing there, they could see the island on the other side.
It was probably about five or six kilometers away.
The method of crossing was simple: with a quick placement of Minecraft boats, all the chests from the vans were converted into Chest Boats.
Then, they simply connected them with Leads and towed them across.
Back at the school, they had produced a massive amount of wood using Bone Meal, and the string dropped by spiders had piled up like a mountain. They had a complete surplus of materials.
Still, seeing several hundred boats sailing across the sea was admittedly a strange sight... strangely reminiscent of the Normandy landings?
However, a small incident occurred halfway across the water.
It wasn't an encounter with monsters, but rather a purely man-made disaster.
It wasn't one of those classic plots where "someone was bitten by a zombie but hid it," though. Here, anyone bitten by a zombie would turn in less than a minute.
How could a plot like that even happen under these circumstances?
...
Specifically, the issue involved a few people who had joined the team midway—punks, by the look of them—who had apparently conspired together.
Shortly after setting out to sea, they collectively hung back with a Chest Boat at the very rear, intending to slip away quietly.
They initially grouped together and waited until they encountered a large reef protruding from the sea before putting their plan into action.
They used a knife to cut the Leads and then pulled several Chest Boats behind the reef to hide—only to be caught red-handed on the spot.
Wu Yingzhe’s side had likely been keeping a close eye on the supplies, so they discovered the theft early. He threw the men into the water right then and there.
Though they didn't kill them directly, being dumped in the middle of the sea like this was essentially no different from being dead.
From the way they were splashing around, they didn't look like they could swim two or three kilometers. Even if they did manage to swim back, they would likely be utterly exhausted.
“Help! Help! I know I was wrong! I won't do it again!” At the rear of the team, Mo Shao could faintly hear such cries.
The voices were piercingly wretched, accompanied by tears and snot. Many people were moved by the sight, and some even spoke up, wanting others to go and rescue them.
But in the end, no one chose to help. The original members of the team had already rowed far away and couldn't hear a thing.
Even among the few who did hear, most chose to ignore the pleas for help.
After all, the team had been kind enough to help them earlier, yet they had tried to steal supplies and run. It was truly disheartening.
Even those who felt a bit soft-hearted and thought about giving them a spare boat were quickly glared down by Wu Yingzhe.
In the end, those soft-hearted individuals didn't voice any objections and quickly rowed forward—after all, out of sight, out of mind.
Given the actions of these punks, not killing them outright in the apocalypse was actually considered an act of great mercy.
...
As for those who had joined the team later, although they rowed slower and were aware of what was happening, they didn't have the ability to save them either.
Nor did they dare defy the group's collective will to offer rescue. Only a few whispered among themselves about how cruel it was.
Those who refused to help themselves but tried to goad others into acting were all flagged as people to watch out for.
After all, while someone like Mo Shao—a True Saint—could be accepted, sanctimonious bitches were truly intolerable.
Those who showed signs of being too soft-hearted were also noted by Wu Yingzhe; these individuals would need some special training later.
Once the main force had moved far enough away, Tu Sisheng gave the punks a jolt of electricity, leaving them paralyzed as they sank into the water.
As for letting them go?
How could they possibly let the tiger return to the mountain!
If people like this were capable of such a stunt, even if just one of them was a good swimmer and made it back, they would inevitably look for a way to retaliate.
Therefore, it was better to pull the grass by the roots.
Wu Yingzhe and his group were adapting quickly. Mo Shao, observing from the side, nodded inwardly; it saved her from having to finish them off herself.
She naturally wouldn't have let these guys go either. She had originally planned to give them a stealthy shock herself.
...
Beside Mo Shao, Little Ka seemed to have a slight tendency toward being soft-hearted, but she was still capable of distinguishing right from wrong.
She likely felt that this was a bit much, yet it also felt normal for the apocalypse, leaving her in a state of indecision.
It could only be said that she would be fine once they reached Seven Hills City. The environment Mo Shao had created for the team was too good, which made Little Ka’s adaptation to the apocalypse a bit slower.
Other factions wouldn't even handle it this way; a situation like this wouldn't even have the chance to happen. Anyone who dared cause trouble would just meet their end immediately.
With a few examples like this, no one would dare to try it again.
“No need to dwell on it. You just need to think of it this way: for every batch of supplies they took, how many people on our side would have died as a result?”
After a moment of thought, Mo Shao spoke up to comfort her.
“I know.” Little Ka nodded, then sighed. “My mindset just hasn't fully shifted yet.”
Thinking for a moment, Mo Shao stood up from the boat and reached out a hand to Little Ka. “Don't think about it so much. I'll take you for a joyride.”
Specifically, a joyride on a flying broom.
...
“Eh?” Little Ka was stunned for a moment before quickly agreeing. “Okay! I've wanted to try that for ages!”
It had to be said that shifting someone's attention was always a classic and effective method.
“Then come on!” Mo Shao summoned her staff, reached out to pull Little Ka onto it, and asked, “Are you sitting tight?”
“Tightly! Tightly!” Little Ka hugged Mo Shao tightly, feeling excited yet a little fearful. Flight had always been a human dream, after all.
“Then let's go!” At Mo Shao’s will, the staff trembled slightly, and the thrusters at the back sprayed a bit of magical fire...
And then, in an instant, it shot out like an arrow!
“I'm flying too!” Little Ka couldn't help but shout, her voice becoming slightly distorted in the wind.
However, taking someone for a joyride was actually secondary. Even if the incident with Little Ka hadn't happened, Mo Shao would have taken off right about now regardless.
After all, resources on the island were limited; it was first come, first served!
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