Apocalypse: Don't panic, I have a Devil Fruit

"I remember that when the fog of my previous life cleared, Elysium Island pretended to be an official of City B, used the newly established communication system to release messages to various radio stations, radios, etc., collect survivors, and then completely sit down!"

Zhao Ting's eyes flashed with a light of thought, with his own presence, he would definitely not let the Isle of Paradise go as he wished this time.

Moreover, his strength already has a certain scale, and he can try to launch a tentative attack on the powerful Elysium Island.

Most of the available radio stations in the entire reserve of City B are in their own hands.

After hollowing out the Lanhe military base, he has intercepted more than half of the resources of Elysium Island.

Even if the mind is searching the entire city of B, the number of high-performance radios available will not be too large.

There are a lot of radios, but after more than a month of apocalypse, there is not much left to use, and the power is an unavoidable problem.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ting couldn't help but think of Xu Menghan's figure in his mind.

After the fog fell, he has been fighting, busy, and has not yet communicated with him, so I don't know what the situation is on his side.

And Zhao Ting was just about to start doing it, when he heard a bell from the bunker next door.

This corded phone is only connected to Nanhu Prison, and the identity of the caller can be determined without answering.

Zhao Ting stood up, pushed the door and walked next door, and connected the wired phone.

When the phone is connected, the voice that comes to my ears is no longer a crisp and pleasant greeting, but a call for help.

"Zhao Ting, the fog has descended again, Nanhu Prison has been attacked by a large number of monsters, and there are many terrifying creatures that have never been seen before, crawling out of Nanhu!

The prison base is in danger, no matter what, I hope to get your help!" Xu

Menghan spoke extremely quickly, stating his request in two or three seconds.

I had expected this, and I replied in a low voice: "My rock shelter has also been attacked by a large number of fierce beasts and monsters, and I am afraid that I will not be able to spare people to support you in a short time.

As he spoke, Zhao Ting could hear bursts of gunfire from the other side of the phone, as well as the screams of various monsters.

The crisis faced by Nanhu Prison is definitely far greater than itself, and Sesame's own shelter will not be infiltrated by monsters.

Xu Menghan obviously also heard Zhao Ting's voice, and it seemed that the situation on the other side was much better than his own.

This made Xu Menghan, who didn't have much hope, see a glimmer of life.

She spoke: "I know it's very dangerous now, but I still ask for your help, as long as you can save the lives of the survivors of the prison base, we can agree to any of your requests

!" Zhao Ting heard this

, and confirmed: "Are you sure?" Xu Menghan obviously thought of something, and after a moment of silence, he said solemnly: "I'm sure!"

That's good, but don't think I'm taking advantage of the fire, it's foggy right now, and it's a huge risk to support Nanhu Prison.

In fact, even if the entire Nanhu Prison Base is combined, I'm afraid it's not worth my risk.

Xu Menghan said categorically: "I understand, I also know what you want, if it wasn't for the last resort, I would never ask you to take the risk, but now we really can't resist it."

All my men have been withdrawn to the underground fortifications, but they still can't stop those pervasive monsters, if these monsters don't disperse, we will hold out for three days at most!"

Zhao Ting snorted: "I understand, I will try to send people to support." Xu

Menghan is telling the truth, and he also knows the situation in the prison base.

At present, most of the survivor base supplies are almost depleted, and they need to go out to search every day to ensure that no one starves to death.

In the face of fog and beast tides, Nanhu Prison can only stick to the underground fortifications and sit empty.

Even if you don't get killed by monsters, you will die in two or three days because the supplies are completely exhausted.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Ting did not panic.

Nanhu Prison's plea for help had long been expected, taking biscuit fruits in advance, and then massively rioting, for this moment.

Before the fog fell, he had already sent several troops to various destinations.

Orchid Pavilion Villa, Nanhu Prison, Elysium Island and other places are all their own goals.

......

In the Lanting Villa area, the already scarce survivors are even more scarce at the moment.

After a bloody and terrifying battle, only one woman, a little girl, and the young Empress of the Blades remained.

The Empress of Blade's real name is Shen Yu.

In the battle to repel the intruding monster just now, she has already begun to show her edge, relying on the powerful combat power of her whole body after being metalized, and cut off the head of a mutated boar.

Of course, they wouldn't have survived without the death-defying Cookie Warriors.

Shen Yu and the other two survivors looked at the corpses scattered on the ground in surprise, which should be scattered biscuits and jam to be precise.

"You... Aren't you human?" asked the immature Shen Yu in surprise.

She was not afraid or guarded, after all, if it weren't for the protection of these people in the past two days, she would have died a long time ago.

Hearing this, the biscuit squad leader turned his head and picked up a piece of biscuit crumbs, dipped it in the jam on the ground, and handed it to Shen Yu.

"To be precise, we

are cookie people, cookie people who belong to the master!" Shen Yu was even more surprised when he heard this

: "Master, who are you loyal to? Are you also a cookie man?" The cookie squad leader shook his head: "We are loyal to the eternal great, bright and correct master who created us! He is a human being." "

Aren't you afraid of death?" Shen Yu asked, looking at these warriors who did not frown at death at all.

The biscuit squad leader shook his head: "We don't know what death is, under the great will of the Lord, we will eventually be reborn!"

Although Shen Yu was immature, he was not stupid, looking at these people, he vaguely understood that they were assigned by the "master" to protect themselves.

In any case, the other party expressed kindness and gave life-saving help in the snow, and if the other party asked for anything, as long as it was not too much, he could agree.

......

On the shore of South Lake, a team of heavily armed biscuit warriors looked out toward the opposite shore.

Their numbers were already a third more burned than when they set out, and there were too many monsters along the way.

"We are about to reach our destination, and the task assigned to us by our master must be completed!" In

a short time, the Biscuit Warriors marched by land and water, sending vital weapons and support to Nanhu Prison.

......

Lehu, a lake that once sang and danced and represented prosperity and luxury, is now shrouded in fog.

The people who once lived in the high places around them were just like everyone else, either dead, turned into monsters, or survived.

However, they are still luckier than those who really produce wealth, at least they have enjoyed it, and even if they are full.

Creeping on the edge of the lake, the biscuit warriors were the first to set out, armed with the most powerful weapons and carrying the deepest expectations of their masters.

"There are three fire teams, each with a nuclear warhead.

We have only one mission, to sneak into Elysium without knowing it, under the cover of fog and beast tides, and quietly plant the nuclear bomb ......

."