Chapter 102 Flood Submerges High-Rise Buildings, Safe House Waterproofing System is Unbeatable!
The atmosphere in the Central Control Room was heavy.
"Boss!" Zhao An's voice cracked with tension.
He stared intensely at the red data streams flickering across the main screen.
"The water level outside has already breached our first line of defense!"
Qian Duoduo quickly switched to the surveillance feed of the second underground level.
"Boom!" The murky floodwaters, like a violent beast, slammed heavily against the second blast door, creating a dull, thunderous roar.
This door was the final barrier leading to the underground living quarters.
Once breached, the entire Underground City would be flooded into an underwater palace.
"The water pressure is continuing to rise!" Cold sweat dripped from Zhao An's forehead down to his chin.
"Boss, the second door is designed as a submarine-grade watertight bulkhead, but the water pressure is nearing its structural limit!"
Before he could finish, on the surveillance screen, thin trickles of water began to seep through the seams of the watertight bulkhead's heavy alloy door.
Although it wasn't much, every drop felt like a small hammer striking the hearts of everyone present.
"It's over, it's over! It's leaking!" A few newly arrived laborers turned pale with fear, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Panic, my ass!" Lu Ting kicked a nearby iron railing, creating a loud "clang" that forcibly silenced the room.
"Stand up straight, all of you! Big Sister hasn't said a word yet, so what are you panicking for!"
Everyone's gaze shifted in unison to the woman sitting in the boss's chair, looking perfectly calm and collected.
Lin Xingwan didn't even lift an eyelid.
She leisurely peeled a lychee and popped it into her mouth.
The sweet juice burst in her mouth.
"Zhao An." She spat out the pit, her voice as flat as if she were discussing the weather.
"When we were designing this, did you install the turbine drainage pumps I asked for?"
Zhao An was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly nodded.
"Yes! Per your instructions, I added three high-power turbine pumps behind the watertight bulkhead. Their power is even greater than those on fireboats!"
"Then that's settled." Lin Xingwan peeled another lychee.
"Turn them on."
"This... turn them on now?" Zhao An was a bit confused.
It had only just started leaking; was turning on those behemoths overkill?
"If she tells you to turn them on, you turn them on. Stop with the nonsense." Huo Yuan, leaning to the side, shot him a cold glance.
"Yes! Boss!" Zhao An didn't dare ask any more questions, hurriedly running to the sub-control console and slamming down the red start button.
"Vrrr—!" A low roar of motors echoed from deep beneath the ground.
On the surveillance screen, the three massive turbine drainage pumps behind the watertight bulkhead started instantly.
The powerful suction, like three bottomless black holes, instantly sucked away the water that had just seeped in, along with the moisture in the air.
Not even a water stain remained on the floor.
"Holy crap..." Lu Ting's eyes nearly popped out. "Isn't this drainage system a bit too insane?"
Zhao An was trembling with excitement.
"It's not just drainage! Boss had me install air dehumidification and heating modules!"
He pointed to the humidity monitoring data on the screen.
"Forget leaks; even if someone took a leak in there right now, it could dry it up in three seconds!"
At this, everyone was completely convinced.
This wasn't just a shelter; it was a super submarine capable of going anywhere!
The crisis resolved, the atmosphere in the hall instantly relaxed.
The floodwaters outside were still furiously slamming against the door, but the people inside had already started discussing what to eat for dinner.
Chef Li walked out carrying a pot of freshly stewed pork rib and kelp soup.
The rich aroma of meat instantly filled the entire hall.
"Come, come, don't just stand there!" Chef Li shouted with his booming voice.
"Boss said it's getting cold outside, so everyone should have a bowl of hot soup to warm up!"
The mercenaries cheered and rushed forward, bowls in hand.
Lin Xingwan also ladled out a small bowl.
The pork ribs were stewed until tender and falling off the bone, and the kelp was soaked with the savory broth.
With one swallow, warmth instantly spread from her stomach, dispelling the chill brought on by the days of torrential rain.
She leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the overwhelming curtain of rain outside.
The sense of security brought by this Doomsday Fortress, built at the cost of over a billion, was simply unparalleled.
But... after staying here for so long, it was truly a bit boring.
Lin Xingwan finished the last of her soup and wiped her mouth.
She turned her head to look at Huo Yuan, who was beside her, focused on wiping down a sniper rifle.
The man's side profile had sharp, resolute lines, and his fingers gripping the gun were long and powerful.
Noticing her gaze, Huo Yuan looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong? Is the soup not good?"
"The soup is quite good." Lin Xingwan set down her bowl, a playful smile curling the corners of her lips.
She extended her long leg, clad in a military boot, and gently kicked Huo Yuan's calf.
"It's just that with the water outside being so high, it's a shame not to go out and catch a wave."