Apocalypse: We Are Filling The World With Supplies

Meanwhile, the

Europa base, nestled in the middle of a wilderness, is still brightly lit.

At night, the soldiers continued to patrol relentlessly.

Residents inside the base are also closed because of the curfew strategy.

In addition to some entertainment venues, the smell of tobacco and alcohol is constantly wafting in the room, and the music is deafening.

Rude men who have been tired for a day are ambiguous with the cheapest special workers.

Everything seems to be stable and normal.

Even in the end times, people are still looking for spiritual and physical enjoyment.

No one knew that the emperor who belonged to them had gone to see the heavenly god they believed in at this time.

It is not known whether the emperor's tyrant behavior can be seen in the end.

The soldier in charge of monitoring yawned, casually dialed the control panel with the mouse, and observed the picture on the monitoring boredly.

The street is exceptionally quiet.

It doesn't seem like anything surprising will happen tonight.

However, just when the monitors were tired and wanted to light a cigarette to relieve their fatigue.

Suddenly, the monitor in front of this person flashed a series of signal fluctuations.

The picture suddenly turned pale.

The alarm in the entire monitoring room then sounded, and the white light on the soldier's face turned red, and he kept jumping in horror.

The soldier, who was lighting a cigarette, was startled, and immediately sat up straight from his chair and almost jumped.

The cigarette in his mouth also fell to the ground in surprise when he opened his mouth wide.

He slammed his lighter on the table, his eyes fixed on the monitor.

There was a string of warning characters jumping on the monitor.

A somewhat unclear figure appears below the character.

"Earthlings..." came

a suppressed low voice from the computer.

At the same time, all surveillance video at the entire Europa base was switched.

The video in charge of monitoring did not say a word, and quickly told his commander about this emergency.

Originally in his own home, the chief of the city guard, who was entangled with several military secretaries, jumped up on the spot.

He didn't have time to lift his pants, so he quickly read the urgent news and froze on the spot.

It took a long time to think of it, so that the delicate and coquettish secretaries around him quickly turned on the TV.

The screen jumped slightly, and the overlord silhouette of the mysterious man immediately appeared.

"Earthlings, listen up, I, the Predator Affman, declare war on you here!"

"Below, display the crimes of the earthlings!"

A series of trumped-up charges can frighten this base's defense concept.

He didn't care about what was playing on the computer screen, and quickly called the soldiers at the location of the base's defensive wall.

"Hurry up and answer the phone... Answer the phone! "

The soldiers over there are drinking to relieve their boredom.

As soon as the phone rang, he knew that it was his commander calling, and he was so frightened that he even poured the wine bottle in his hand.

When I picked up the phone, I was scolded by the commander for chopping his head and covering his face.

Before the soldier could explain, he received an order from his commander.

"Now immediately! Right away! Give me all the defenses of the entire base! We're going to be invaded! The

drunken soldier was in a trance and a little unresponsive.

However, at this time, the soldier's telephone communication signal had been cut off.

Inside, Alfman's threatening voice was repeated.

The soldiers on this defensive wall were stunned for a moment.

Then quickly dial the first few buttons below.

The entire city wall suddenly sounded a continuous cycle of alarms, which was harsh and made people feel numb.

The news soon spread along the soldiers' festival and back to the base.

In the absence of the Emperor Europa, the supreme commander in the base became a battle-hardened, but not very strong marshal of the city defense army.

At this time, this Yuan Shuai was summoning all his staff for a combat meeting.

With the blessing of the virtual image, the hall that looked somewhat luxurious was full of people at this time.

Everyone was talking, whispering like mosquitoes buzzing in their ears.

After half a day, a big bald man wearing a military uniform walked in from the outside and sat directly on the main seat.

All the soldiers stood up and saluted this man respectfully.

"Marshal Abraham! Good evening! "

The great bald man's name was Abraham, and by listening to the name, he knew that he was a devout believer.

At this time, he sat on a chair, and was inexplicably called up in the middle of the night, full of anger.

"What a fart! These damned terrorists will not spare us even the end times! "