Harrison gripped a modified nail gun, a tool now seemingly indispensable. The inflatable boat swiftly collapsed, unleashing a chaotic rush of air that sent the tattooed men into a frenzy of panic. As the vessel sagged and deflated, several of them lost their balance, floundering helplessly and plunging into the churning, turbulent waters. Their frantic cries mingled with the roiling tempest, adding to the cacophony of the moment. The current was fierce, sweeping away two of them almost instantly. Those who tried to swim towards Nadia were met with the sharp end of a wooden stick aimed directly at their heads. "Ah, you filthy woman, do you want to die?" one of them yelled. "Help! I can’t swim..." another pleaded. Harrison did not limit his assault to the boat alone. He relentlessly targeted the tattooed men, causing their cries of distress to echo through the chaos. As the inflatable boat took on water and sank, everyone was thrown into the flood. Nadia, with the tenacity of a relentless game of whack-a-mole, struck down their heads without a moment’s hesitation. These scoundrels, ubiquitous in their depravity, were the bane of humanity—pillaging, burning, and obliterating every vestige of decency. To end their wretched lives now was to bestow upon countless innocents the precious chance to survive and flourish. Amid the chaos, Nadia’s stick was grabbed by a bald thug. With an evil glare, he approached, aiming to tear her apart. Nadia yanked him towards her and, without a second thought, slashed with her blade. Accompanied by his anguished screams, a spray of blood erupted. The man, writhing in torment, was swiftly swept away by the relentless flood. Levi was left in a state of utter shock, his body frozen in place. Though he knew Nadia was formidable—he and Caleb couldn’t match her strength even together—he had not anticipated the sheer brutality of her actions. Her decapitations were swift and unhesitant, executed with a cold precision that left him breathless. As the last tattooed men disappeared into the flood, the vast expanse of rain-washed earth was left clean and devoid of their menace. After a brief rest, Harrison resumed his dive into the water. One lifted while two others carried, their movements synchronized amidst the relentless downpour and surging floodwaters. Fortune favored them as they discovered twelve gas canisters. Distributed among them, this precious supply would sustain them for a considerable period. To their surprise, they also discovered three double-burner gas stoves at the liquefied gas station. Although they had been submerged for a long time, they might still be usable. The gas canisters were bulky, and the inflatable boat could barely accommodate them. Their cylindrical shape made them prone to falling overboard with even the slightest movement. Nadia retrieved an inflatable raft from her backpack, inflated it, and securely fastened it to the boat. She divided half the gas canisters between them and used rope to secure them. Exhausted, she pulled out six chocolate bars and handed them out to replenish their energy. After resting to regain strength, they set off towards home. Harrison and Levi led the way, while Nadia rode the inflatable raft. Despite the difficulty of salvaging the canisters, safely transporting them back proved an even greater challenge. It was no wonder that others would covet their haul. Sure enough, they encountered others scavenging for supplies along the way. Seeing their load of gas canisters made many eyes turn green with envy. Unfortunately, the inflatable raft was too slow to be pursued. They nearly collided with a dragon boat in the city, occupied by twenty men. Fortunately, Nadia had anticipated this and used binoculars to scout ahead, allowing 1801 to take an alternate route. Upon their return to the SOHO Community, 1801 did not slow down; instead, they executed a swift drift and stopped precisely at the building entrance. Levi, who had been thrown into the water, muttered, "…" Help me, dear wife! At the window, Jasmine was waiting. The four of them quickly moved the gas canisters into the building. A few curious onlookers had opened their doors to see, but with the 18th floor being a den of fierce individuals, no one dared to interfere despite their envy. While transporting the canisters upstairs, they encountered an elderly lady. "Young lady, where did you procure these gas canisters?" she inquired, curiosity and concern etched on her face. "From beneath the water's surface," Nadia replied candidly, her voice carrying an air of calm determination. "If you have the means, you should consider it." It would be best if others went out to salvage more, rather than focusing solely on the scant resources on the 18th floor. After four trips, they finally finished moving everything. Jasmine pulled Nadia inside. "Levi mentioned that Harrison did all the salvage work, and he even provided the boat and fuel. How should we divide the resources?" Nadia pondered for a moment. "I suggest we divide everything equally." "Won’t he end up at a loss?" Jasmine asked. "He provided the boat and fuel, but without me and Levi, he wouldn’t have been able to salvage anything on his own. And don’t forget, you also contributed. If you hadn’t stayed behind, who would have looked after his sister and the house? We might have been robbed the moment we left." Jasmine considered this. "You’ve thought this through. But will he agree?" "We’ll ask him. If he feels he deserves more, we can negotiate a fair amount." Nadia was not greedy. Her space was well-stocked with supplies, but fair team collaboration was essential. It was impossible to achieve absolute fairness. Harrison had worked hard, and receiving a few extra canisters was reasonable. But what if he demanded seven or eight canisters? If she refused, she risked incurring his displeasure. Yet, if she agreed, she might find herself steeped in her discontent. Each person's sense of fairness varied, making it impossible to satisfy everyone. Establishing rules from the outset would be prudent to avoid conflicts later. Nadia was keen to maintain harmonious relations with her neighbors. She decided to first gauge Harrison's attitude. Should they find common ground, they would collaborate; if not, they would part ways amicably. Jasmine found this sensible. "If his demands are reasonable, we’ll continue collaborating. If he’s unreasonable, we’ll find our supplies and maintain a cordial acquaintance." After concluding their discussion, they approached Harrison in the hallway. Nadia asked, "How should we divide these?"Harrison glanced at her and said, "Let’s divide them equally among the three families. What do you think?" Jasmine and Levi had no objections. Each family received four canisters, ensuring they wouldn’t need to worry about gas for a year. Lily, awakened by the commotion, ran out from 1803, barefoot, and joyfully leaped into Harrison’s arms. "Harrison." Still clad in her drenched attire, Harrison stepped back and gently patted her head. "Have you been well-behaved?" he inquired. "Yes," Lily responded, her eyes alight with enthusiasm as she gazed up at him. "I followed Jasmine’s instructions." She then turned and flung herself into Nadia’s arms. "Nadia, I want to see the bunny." Nadia smiled and opened the door to let her in. After changing into dry clothes, Lily enjoyed a cup of ginger date tea to warm up and rested on the sofa. By evening, Hunter knocked on the stairwell door, returning the inflatable raft with a grin. "Thank you, Ms. Jean. Thanks to your tip, we found a few rafts ourselves." Nadia ignored him and examined the raft. Seeing her silence, Hunter awkwardly chuckled. "I heard you salvaged quite a few gas canisters. May I ask where you found them?" "In the water." "Which area?" "From the gas station." Hunter smiled and asked, "Any left?" Nadia gave him a sidelong glance. "Are you asking for one?" "Ms. Jean, I was merely inquiring." He adjusted his glasses. "Thank you again. If you need anything, feel free to come to us." "As long as you don’t cause trouble, everything is negotiable."Preferring to avoid the bustle downstairs and fearing for Jasmine’s safety, Nadia knocked on 1801’s door. "I have a stainless steel door. Would you like to install it as well?" Harrison had no objections. They all pitched in, quickly setting it up. They drew the curtains, turned on the solar-powered lights, and Nadia brought out pepper salt shrimp, skewers, fried rice noodles, and beer to reward herself. She left a canister in the kitchen for the show, opting to use the portable power box for cooking. The rest of the resources could wait until conditions were less favorable. She had tested it; all the power boxes charged quickly in her space. Truly, they were her unsung heroes. She continued to sort and organize the supplies from the supermarket until late into the night before turning off the lights. Today had been exhausting, but fulfilling. Although her space was well-stocked, she needed to improve her skills and survival knowledge to endure harsher disasters. The next day, the streets buzzed with activity. There were noticeably more inflatable boats and rafts than the day before. Whether driven by a surge of newfound success or the primal urgency of survival, many emerged with their faces shrouded in secrecy. Bereft of established networks and the watchful eyes of surveillance, the shadowy recesses of human nature were laid bare, their most primal and sinister instincts given free rein. Various noises filled the air, mingled with cries and even gunfire. Gunfire? Nadia’s ears perked up. She had not misheard. Returning residents murmured among themselves. "There’s been a killing. Soldiers are killing people."