Woke up to be beaten by a killer whale

Just as Greya said, within 10 minutes, the sea water poured into the entire coast, and the first and second floors of the animal protection organization were completely submerged.

Fortunately, they had foreseen it and had added important facilities and medicines in advance, as well as temporarily sheltered animals and dragged them to the third floor.

While stirring the nutritious paste in his hand, Flood took advantage of the baby marmoset on his shoulder to open its mouth and scream. He quickly took the spoon into its mouth, and then made a weird sound of "squeaking".

At his feet, a flowery dog ​​with missing ears was made. It kept stretching out its paws to pull at his trousers, trying to get a piece of the pie.

Frode stuffed another spoonful of food into the cub's mouth. The food in the bowl had reached the bottom. Seeing this, the flower dog began to rub its head on his knees and purred.

Unfortunately, the cold-faced Froud was not moved by this. Instead, he quickly scraped the wall of the bowl with his hand, put the last bit of food into the mouth of the young marmoset, and then raised his index finger and put it casually:
"Shhh - this is for the baby, your dinner is not ready yet."

As he spoke, he put the empty bowl in front of the flower dog and let it look at it, indicating that there was indeed no food.

HuaGou, who was full of emotions just now, instantly lost interest in this middle-aged man. He stood up and walked to the corner without looking back. He curled up on the mat and closed his eyes to rest.

Flood almost laughed out of anger:
"Hey man, you're so realistic!"

However, Hua Gou no longer bothered to look at this human being who was no longer valuable and very strange.

At this moment, Greya's voice suddenly sounded next to her:
"Its ears were cut off by a drunkard and Richie found it in an alley. At that time, it had other bruises and burns."

As she spoke, she walked to the window to observe the situation outside, then turned back and smiled apologetically at Froud:

"Forgive it, it was once a puppy that liked humans."

Froude waved his hand quickly:
"I don't blame it."

Greya sighed and her eyes fell on Burke, who had been sitting on the bed silently since just now.

His gray hair was messy, with broken hair sticking to his forehead, and he was looking at the window absentmindedly.

Greya looked out the window again. This submarine volcano erupted too violently, and she was in a hurry to leave.

In just a few hours, the huge momentum just now has disappeared. Although the sea water is still boiling, the scene that swallowed up the sky and blocked out the sun at the beginning is no longer there.

"Burke, no one is going out of the house right now..."

She paused, confused, and then continued:
"No one knows whether there will be another eruption next, but we can take advantage of this short pause..."

Before she finished speaking, Burke was already looking at her with piercing eyes!
Greya suddenly stopped and couldn't help but regret in her heart. Staying with this old man, even she began to lose consciousness!

Why would I be such a crazy person and want to go out at this time? !

But seeing Burke come to life instantly, an impulse suddenly emerged in Greya's heart!
She didn't have much contact with the killer whale, but she also wanted to hear his story...

What a pity it would be to hear the story and find out that the main character has passed away!
Thinking of this, her tone began to compromise:
"Okay, Burke, you win, but we have a fatal flaw now, that is, the two floors below have been completely flooded, and we have no boat to get out!"

Greya tried to use this reason to convince herself, or to convince Burke not to be stupid.

But Burke had already pointed out the window and said:
"Look over there!"

The people in the room looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a familiar white yacht undulating with the waves not far away.

--It's Burke and Flood's yacht!
Greya: "..."

It seems that it was not fastened tightly, and the seawater caused by the tsunami poured in and washed it here.

Burke withdrew his gaze from the yacht, looked at Froude, and said in a strange voice:
"Frod, you didn't lock our ship. This is all our belongings!" Frod's expression froze and he quickly denied:
"Isn't this your responsibility, Burke? You don't want me to take responsibility for you!"

Burke's eyes widened:
"Nonsense, it's obviously because of you! This is your responsibility!"

This damn old guy always shirks his responsibilities like this!

Froude's cheeks turned red with anger, and his chest heaved, as if he was about to raise his sleeves and beat this old headache in the next second!
Burke was very good at reading faces, and suddenly his words changed:
"Well, now is not the time to talk about that."

He pointed to the yacht outside the window and said to Greya:
"You see, this is God guiding us, and we should believe in God! So do you have a way to get us to that yacht?"

Greya was indeed shocked by Burke's luck. She hesitated for a moment and finally accepted her fate:

"We have makeshift dinghys."

The power of this small boat is not enough to allow them to travel in such an environment for a long time, but it is enough to get to the yacht!
Burke cheered, then hesitated:
"The air outside...?"

Greya took a deep breath. Now that she has decided to do something, she must do it with all her heart!
She quickly thought of the things gathering dust in the warehouse:
"We have old-fashioned fully enclosed wetsuits that can use oxygen tanks."

Burke whistled and looked at Froude with a wink.

"But don't get too happy too early. Those diving suits and helmets are very heavy." Greya couldn't help but pour a basin of cold water on them.

"It doesn't matter. Even though I'm old, I'm actually very strong!"

Burke said, rolling up the sleeves on his arms to show them his unobvious "biceps."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, the atmosphere became much more relaxed, and they started heading towards the warehouse.

There were exactly four old-fashioned wetsuits, enough for them.

However, everything was ready, and Burke, who should have rushed to the front with great enthusiasm, began to hesitate.

He touched the heavy helmet of the old-fashioned diving suit in his hand, pondered for a moment, and then looked at the urging eyes of several others and said:
"Actually, this is my own choice. It's very dangerous outside. I know it. Maybe you shouldn't accompany me to take risks. It's better for me to go alone..."

Before he finished speaking, Greya snatched the helmet, slapped it heavily on his head, and said angrily:
"Okay, we are still talking about this at this time. We are an animal protection organization. It is our responsibility to protect and help animals. What does it have to do with you?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and knocked on Burke's helmet, making a metallic sound:
"But you have used so many of our things. As a reward, you must share your videos with us when we come back. It's best to tell us about your experiences along the way."

The old man's eyes were red as he was already on the road to death, and he quickly put on his diving suit in silence.

Flood shrugged his shoulders at Greya, and then began to put on the complicated and heavy "old-fashioned underwater armor".

Several people successfully boarded the yacht through the animal rights organization's dinghy, and Burke and Flood began to check the yacht's power.

Fortunately, there was no damage, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Greya's dull voice came out through the mask:

"Burke, although we are out, we must go back within an hour and a half. Once the sea starts to riot, we must return immediately. Do you understand?"

Burke started to start the yacht, and an emotionless voice came from the mask:

"understood."