I give the world destruction and rebirth

When Antony's brigade met the attackers, the Saints had also dug into the door of the food warehouse.

Martin was very efficient and it only took him four hours to dig to the warehouse area. When the hard concrete ceiling was exposed, Saul jumped up excitedly in the car.

Five days ago, he was late for the taste of instant ramen for the first time in thirteen years, and drank some spirits from the industrial era. He only knew that Tony and the others had hidden some good wine in secret, but he had never drank it. It made him very excited.

So Sol has been looking forward to the opportunity to rummage through the food warehouse again. In contrast, Panan prefers to search for books from the ruins. The stories she has never read always fascinate her.

The Saint is still waiting for the opportunity. He is waiting for the gunman to appear again. He always feels that if there are really survivors on the surface, there must be a place where they can survive the most difficult years.

This warehouse area, which was not directly swept by the shock wave, perfectly meets this requirement. Not only is it strong enough and has sufficient supplies, these solid concrete walls also resist the spread of radiation to a certain extent.

The saint didn't want to have too many reveries in this regard, and he couldn't imagine how someone would survive all these years in that situation. He shuddered just thinking about it.

But the truth would eventually be exposed over time. When Martin dug along the reinforced concrete wall and finally found the emergency exit of the warehouse, the Saints and the others also got out of the car.

"You stay outside and watch the car and other people, I'll go in alone." The Saint got out of the car and patted Martin's metal thigh: "Be careful big man, I don't feel good today."

"You go in, I'll cover you, don't worry." Martin patted his chest, making a thumping sound, then pointed to his face vaguely, and explained: "I know, I'm just slow to react, not stupid. , what the hell."

Martin, who spoke several beats too slowly, spoke slowly and leisurely even when he cursed, which made the Saint laugh.

Martin swore that he would double his daily fiber optic quota when he went back today!

The emergency exit of the warehouse was locked from the inside. The Saint kicked it several times, causing the metal door to deform, but it still remained closed. Finally, Martin came over and kicked the door open.

The reason why the saint didn't open the door was because someone had blocked it inside. It was a wall made of crates, cotton, strips of cloth, and an entire packed container.

Martin and Saint looked at each other, and Saint just silently took out an old-fashioned camera and took a photo. Shelter Zero asked them to record the entire incident regarding the survivors on the surface.

"Go back, the gunman is nearby. I guess this is their hometown." The saint looked at the warehouse where all kinds of debris were flying in the sky due to the sudden storm, and pointed in the direction of the bus.

"I guess someone is going to get angry because there is no drink." Martin shook his head, turned around and walked back step by step.

The Saint walked into the warehouse alone. He tried to push the container, but the thing was obviously beyond his strength limit. He was not a Red Samurai-type superhuman. His bench press limit was only less than A ton.

Therefore, there are either no less than forty survivors hiding here, or there is a Red Warrior-type superhuman among them. Of course, it is also possible that they emptied a container first and pushed it all the way to the safety door. Block the door, then fill it with something else.

The saint silently turned on the flashlight, and then used this little light to inspect the entire warehouse.

Just as they thought, the entire warehouse was used to store imported food. At this time, as the hurricane poured in, the outer packaging of food was blown all over the floor.

The saint picked up one of the cans with the words "Good Samurai Fish Preparation Can" written on it, but he didn't see the can.

Not far from the container, the saint also saw a pile of human skeletons. He couldn't tell at a glance how many people the pile of smashed bones scattered on the ground belonged to, but at a glance he could at least see them. Four human skulls.

Tang Ji collected these things when he had nothing to do, and the saint still remembers them.

The saint continued to walk deeper into the warehouse, and the garbage blown all over the floor by the hurricane accompanied his steps. It was as if the souls of the innocent people who died here had been resurrected one by one, and sparse footsteps followed the saint. Voice.

There was a thick layer of dried stains on the ground. The saint didn't want to know what it was, but along the way he had seen no less than twenty human skeletons. When these people were living a difficult life here, they had to have something. place to urinate

The saint spent forty minutes searching the first half of the warehouse. The warehouse was empty of supplies and the bones on the ground seemed to explain everything that happened that year. The only thing that needed to be determined was whether the gunman walked out from here. .

The further inside the warehouse, the darker the light becomes, but the surrounding environment becomes tidier and tidier.

Although there was a lot of debris blown by the wind, the ground was clean, and it was obvious that someone had carefully cleaned it.

The saint had been listening to the sounds coming from behind. The scream of the hurricane blowing through the debris interfered with his hearing, but it also covered his presence.

He always felt that the gunman would not let him come into contact with the secrets he hid in the warehouse. Although they only had indirect contact once in the sand sea, the gang of people in Shelter Zero used that gun to His disguise, entanglement methods, etc. gave the gunman a particularly detailed psychological profile.

They believe that the identity of the gunman should be a member of the New Hope generation born after the Apocalypse. Someone should have taught him for a while and taught him how to use modern weapons.

Moreover, they believe that the gunman has a serious genetic mutation, but this mutation may be a "conscience mutation" for the current environment of the surface, which also explains why the other party can move quickly under the sand sea.

Laboratory analysis of the mucus turned out to be a watery fluid containing peptides commonly found in amphibians.

In addition, Vault Zero also tends to believe that the shooter is an isolated individual with no tribe or companions.

The saint didn't like the reports sent by those people very much, especially the words about that ethnic group, as if the other person was really a mutant, he could be expelled as a matter of course.

As the lucky person who spent the Apocalypse Day in the shelter, the saint felt that he was not qualified to do so, so he turned around suddenly and saw a dark figure retracting into the corner.

The saint squatted on the ground, took out a bottle of pure water from his waist, placed it on the ground, and then stepped back.