The Last King

Chapter 2 Precious Water Resources

Of course, with looks like hers, how could she possibly not have a boyfriend? And standing beside her was none other than a tall, rich, and handsome man, who usually drove a Porsche 718.

"Let's go, Emily. We still have half a barrel of water at home anyway. The rain won't last that long." Nathan didn't seem bothered at all as he comforted his girlfriend beside him.

Emily's face was a little pale, but she still nodded. She glanced at Jack Morrison before going upstairs with her boyfriend.

Jack Morrison smiled. Stealing someone else's wife seemed like it could be pretty fun too.

After returning home, Jack Morrison opened t****k, only to discover that t****k had been shut down. All the apps had been shut down as well, except w******p, which could still be opened.

The residents' group chat was lively, filled with complaints and curses.

No one could sleep peacefully that night. Everyone was hoping the rain outside would stop soon, but even by the next day, the rain was still falling.

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day.

The rain kept falling.

During those days, smashing noises could be heard intermittently late at night, accompanied by occasional screams.

The oppressive atmosphere was enough to drive people crazy.

Meanwhile, Jack Morrison never stepped outside. Every day, he stuffed himself with all kinds of delicacies, waiting for the rain outside to stop so he could find himself a big mansion and enjoy life.

On the seventh day, Jack Morrison decided to take a look at the underground parking garage. All the trading of supplies in the residential complex was taking place down there.

As the elevator doors opened, the sound of commotion came rushing in. The entire underground parking garage looked like a marketplace.

The women took out designer handbags and cosmetics to exchange for food, while the men brought out luxury watches and other valuables. Some even brought out their computers equipped with RTX 4090 Ti graphics cards to trade for water.

"Hermès summer collection, one box of bottled water."

"Rolex Submariner, four bottles of water. Miss it and it's gone."

Unexpectedly, the computer was sold very quickly. It was immediately exchanged for five bottles of mineral water, plus a small bag of potato chips.

Jack Morrison couldn't help sighing. This whole setup must have cost at least forty thousand, yet it had just been traded away like that.

Still, normal trading was taking place for now. But three days from now, things probably wouldn't be traded like this anymore.

Suddenly, Jack Morrison saw his streamer neighbor also setting up a stall to sell cosmetics. He took out a bottle of mineral water, drank from it as he walked over.

Jessica noticed Jack Morrison walking past. Her expression became a little unnatural. This delivery guy must have plenty of food at home. But when she saw Jack Morrison drinking water, a growing desire began to surface in Jessica's heart.

Soon, Jack Morrison saw Emily sitting at her stall. Because of her outstanding appearance, quite a few people were visiting her.

"Beautiful, spend one night with me and I'll give you this bottle of water."

"Heh, I'll offer two bottles."

"I'll offer three."

The men immediately started bidding, which made Emily's face turn red with anger.

"Shameless!" Emily cursed angrily, packed up her stall, and headed toward the elevator. Even Jack Morrison received an innocent glare from her.

One of the men cursed, "What's she pretending for? Over in the red-light district, you get one round for a bottle of water."

Red-light district?

Jack Morrison looked around curiously. It turned out that the so-called red-light district was actually an emergency warning light. Quite a few scantily dressed women stood around it, heavily made up, and the quality was questionable.

Suddenly, a burst of dense footsteps rang out.

More than twenty young men appeared. The man leading them had a face covered in flesh, with tattoos all over his arms. The younger men behind him looked equally fierce, each carrying steel pipes, and some even had fruit knives.

This sudden scene made the entire area fall completely silent.

"Take everything!" the boss ordered. The younger men rushed forward with sinister grins.

"Don't take my stuff!"

"How dare you take my things? You don't want to live anymore! Ah! My head!"

The boss chuckled. "Hand over your supplies and save yourself the trouble!"

"Is there no law anymore?! Robbing people in broad daylight!" A man in his fifties stepped forward and shouted.

"Law? I'm Victor. I am the law. Break his leg!"

With a loud c***k, the sound of a bone breaking silenced everyone. Faced with such brutality, no one dared to resist. They obediently handed over their supplies to avoid getting beaten for nothing.

"Take those women standing over there!" Victor looked toward the red-light district with a mocking smile. His men also laughed lecherously. Most people had been frightened out of their wits by the apocalypse, but these people were enjoying every moment of it.

They came quickly and left just as quickly. After they were gone, the men began cursing angrily.

"We barely had any supplies to begin with, and now they took them too! Why didn't any of you fight back?"

"Then why didn't you fight back? Don't stand there talking s**t!"

The accusations immediately started flying back and forth, and Jack Morrison could only shake his head.

At that moment, a polite-looking man wearing glasses stepped forward and said, "There is a rolling shutter between every building. I suggest we seal off our building so we won't be robbed again. Even if we need to exchange supplies, we can do it through the gap underneath the shutter."

As soon as the man finished speaking, everyone immediately agreed. Without wasting any time, they pulled down the surrounding rolling shutters and wedged them in place with metal bars.

People from the nearby buildings saw what was happening, their eyes lighting up. They immediately followed suit and lowered their own rolling shutters.

The five buildings in the entire residential complex were immediately separated.

"I have another suggestion. The men should band together and search for supplies. We also have the strength to resist those criminals." The bespectacled man clearly had leadership qualities, and people immediately began responding to his proposal.

But Jack Morrison had no interest in working for anyone. It was the apocalypse already. And he was still supposed to work for someone? What kind of i***t would do that?

After returning to his floor, Jack Morrison saw the internet celebrity streamer Jessica crouching outside her apartment door. He teased her, "So you hid yourself up here." Although this streamer wasn't as beautiful as the flight attendant, she was still an attractive woman.

Jessica wasn't stupid either. The moment she saw those people appear, she had immediately run into the emergency exit and climbed the stairs.

Seeing Jack Morrison watching the show, Jessica snorted coldly before asking, "Do you still have water at home?"

"Whether I have water at home or not, what does that have to do with you?" Jack Morrison leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms as he teased her.

"A loser is still a loser!" After saying that, Jessica opened her door and slammed it shut.

Jack Morrison couldn't help laughing. I really am a loser. Now that the apocalypse has arrived, I just want to stay alive. If we leave each other alone, I'll leave you alone too. Don't come looking for trouble with me.

Another three days passed, and the rain still showed no sign of stopping. The five buildings had formed five major factions and reached a certain agreement. That night, the building was also preparing to hold a meeting.

Jack Morrison naturally had to attend as well. The meeting was held in the underground parking garage.

Jack Morrison noticed that everyone looked considerably more haggard. Beautiful Emily's lips had already become quite dry, and the female streamer wasn't doing much better.

The bespectacled man stood on the hood of a car with a megaphone in his hand. "Fellow residents, my name is David. I used to be a senior executive at a company. Since everyone thinks highly of me, I'll take the lead."

"The crisis has already lasted for more than a week. There has been no rescue, and the authorities haven't released any information either. I imagine the supplies in our Building 3 are almost gone as well. Yesterday, some people from Building 4 took the risk of going out to search for supplies. Although they lost one person, at least they managed to bring back food."

David's words made everyone present nod repeatedly. They had also seen the news in the residential group chat yesterday. It was Victor who had taken his men outside. The tires were gone, but the wheels were still there. The vehicle was just slower and slipped a little. Apparently, one of Victor's men got splashed by a little rain, and then he was gone.

"So I suggest that we form a convoy and go out to search for supplies as well."

However, after David finished speaking, not a single person answered. After all, this was a job that could cost them their lives.