Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 552

Under the scorching sun, between the torn roads, huge trucks galloped forward and rolled up layers of dust.

After going through the initial discomfort stage, Huai Shi had barely adapted to the current speed ... At least he would still live at this speed if he didn't bump into it.

Although it is still too fast, it will not hang a line every moment.

After he relaxed, he finally had the mood to look at the scenery outside the window.

With the rotation of the module, after leaving the desert, in the yellow sand of the sky, they have entered the scope of a huge city. Thousands of layers of factory buildings have ceased to function, only a shrub of bushes grows from the broken ruins.

The decayed breath came across.

But there is also a shocking beauty.

It's indescribable, but Huai Shi suddenly understood some of the ruin lovers now.

It seemed that the loneliness was abandoned by the whole world, but at the same time there was a reassuring silence, which made him gradually relax and felt a silence.

Although this quietness and tranquility are not normal enough.

Through the helmet, he sighed softly on the radio: "Although it is hell, it looks like an ordinary wilderness."

"Ordinary wilderness?"

Raymond felt that there was a problem with his ears: "There are not so many ruins in the ordinary wilderness?"

"... Some places are also there."

Huai Shi was silent for a long time, and the village gradually covered by the yellow sand and countless silent and empty faces appeared again in front of him.

He shook his head hard to disperse the memories in those records.

"Is the current situation so messy? Or is it just your way?"

Raymond thought for a long time, and finally reacted: "Forget that you were the Ombudsman ... all kinds of messy things must have been seen a lot.

I have never asked a question, but I am particularly curious: What is the welfare of the inspector? I heard that apart from internal benefits and a lot of special discounts, there are paid vacations every year. "

"Yes, but most of the paid vacations have little chance to use."

Huai Shi shook his head, thinking about his life in the past year, he couldn't help but sigh: "Because I basically have nothing to do at home every day, except for playing games, I can only draw cards by hand, salty fish is terrible ... Out of the door, a lot of people tried to put you black money in every possible way, and wanted to pull you together with corruption.

Seriously, it's too annoying. I feel that after a long time, I'm afraid I will lose my dream and become a hateful social person. Otherwise, I will not come to the Ivory Tower. "

? ? ?

Raymond almost stepped on the accelerator and stared dumbfounded: "Really?"

"Of course it is fake! What do you think?"

Huai Shi rolled his eyes: "How can there be such a good thing under the sky? If it is so peaceful, how do you think I have reached the third order in half a year?"

Everyone staying at home is thinking about persecuting you every day. When you go out, there are unconscientious bosses who treat you like animals and make you die. Even if you go out to apply for a job, you can accidentally turn into a cult base, and even if you go out to travel, you will be robbed halfway. In this regard, there are people who treat you as a murderous demon. How could anyone think of going to such a terrible day? "

"hiss……"

Raymond took a breath, "How did you live to the present?"

"Probably, it's a great fortune?"

Suddenly, Raymond's look at Huai Shi became complicated. It seems to be watching a Paralympic athlete, full of admiration and compassion, which even faintly encourages.

Don't slack off, young man, make persistent efforts!

I don't know what happened to the brain circuit of this product.

During the long journey, the two chatted for a while, but they didn't feel bored and nervous. Raymond is a professional old driver, and has long been used to this kind of mess. However, Huai Shi felt that it was quite cool here, and the mood was relaxed and happy.

It seems that the enhanced version of Shao Ming's adaptability to **** has also been greatly improved. After the large group of Huai poetry gradually took shape, the sense of rejection and pressure from **** are much less.

The difference is like a foreigner who has just arrived and a foreigner who has lived there for two or three years.

Say big or not, say small or not.

The curse still threatened him.

Even with a full set of protection and a helmet, he can still feel a crack and pain in the skin under the sunlight outside the window. Sometimes, if he moves his mouth, the dry skin on his face will crack.

Although it will recover quickly, it is particularly uncomfortable.

Even if Huai Shi switched the ecosystem in his body to a desert state, it still didn't make much use. But after filling at least a few bottles of beer, the cracking phenomenon slowed down a lot.

"How far is it?"

"After passing this ring zone, you will be about 70 kilometers ahead to the nearest underground entrance. If you go down, you will have to walk for about three or four hours. Time can only be responsive. "

Raymond glanced at the navigation display beneath the white cat's **** and scratched the cat.

Then the white cat gave it a paw.

The gloves were almost cut.

At this time, they had already passed through the layers of factories, and penetrated into this deadly city where the same stereotypes seemed to be copied and pasted.

Between the messy viaducts, countless gray-white tall buildings erected on the ground like a jungle.

There are no windows, and even the entrance cannot be seen.

It seems to be just a pile of solid rock similar to concrete, which is reminiscent of some unpleasant meaning such as tombstones.

Among the countless tall buildings, some plots have completely collapsed, revealing the giant mechanical structure that slowly runs below. A burst of black smoke spewed out of it occasionally, bursting into a sharp voice.

They have gradually penetrated into the home of dusk.

According to Huai Shi's estimates, the specific area of ​​the entire evening town is about the size of Qiongzhou, and maybe a little smaller. Because too detailed data cannot be counted.

In the classification of many hells, the home of dusk belongs to the most hidden sinking type.

At the edges enveloped by sandstorms and unpredictable snowfalls, heavy rains, and storms, the more outward you go, the thinner you see.

Until the end, the whole person will disappear in the superimposed state of **** and outer abyss, and will never come back. Unless some special border relics are worn, or have special sacred marks, most explorers will not try to approach the edge.

Huai Shi they entered here rely on the pre-made station of Tiejingzao. But even the station is not absolutely safe. There are still tragic fellows assimilated by Condra who are hovering there and cannot be relieved.

Just as Huai Shi thought of this place, there seemed to be no sign appearing in the corner of his eyes, under the broken and collapsed building.

Then he disappeared again when he fixed his eyes.

In the blurry memory, the swollen outline seemed to look to this side, and then raised one hand, pointing in the direction they were going.

Enthusiastic and considerate.

Looking forward, longing, looking forward.

Guide them step by step towards the end of the world.

Huai Shi's movements stiffened, and he pulled out his sword subconsciously.

"just……"

He said awkwardly: "It seems that before seeing ... the missing on the Tiejing seat ... that colleague ..."

Instead of directly mentioning Condela's name, he chose this pronoun that everyone was unspoken. And Raymond's expression became strange.

No, it should be said that the frivolous smile that he had always carried on his face converged for a moment and fell silent.

Poker face.

"What a coincidence, I also saw a former colleague on the radar.

He squinted his eyes and looked up into the distance beyond the window: "It's just not on the iron crystal base--"

"Ok?"

Huai Shi frowned and heard the harsh alarm of the cab before he could react.

Lock the alarm!

Suddenly, Raymond stepped on the throttle with one foot, and suddenly flew in place, rushed down the elevated, and roared from midair:

"--The nightmare eyes are coming, be careful!"

boom!

The violent roar erupted from where they were originally traveling.

A freezer-sized landing module descended from the sky and smashed where they were supposed to be. Then, the outer armor burst and the flames lodged in it flew out thinly and flew toward the sky.

Above the sky, with the cancellation of the optical stealth frame, a greasy outline slowly emerged.

A huge flying machine engraved with the emblem of the nightmare's eye emerged from mid-air, even though it was not a giant ship like a flying ship that covered the sky and sun, but it still cast a terrible shadow on the earth.

Under the impulse of two huge propellers, the giant helicopter-like aircraft quickly lowered its altitude, and they followed closely behind Huai Shi, keeping up with them.

If the fuselage is equipped with a missile that can be used in hell, it must have been launched in full bombs, and they will be burned to ashes.

But now, there is still a threat that is not inferior to missiles.

In the falling landing cabin, six flames rose into the air, screaming toward them like a fireball.

The truck landed in a loud noise, unscathed and broke through a layer of wall, speeding up in embarrassment.

Almost all of Huai Shi was pressed into a chair, unable to move.

He began to rejoice that he had just discovered a vomit bag under the helmet.

"Fuck, it's Salamanda!"

Raymond scolded, slammed the steering wheel, tried to turn, and shook the flames behind him. But the flames that flew in the air were like living creatures, biting them.

Refused to let go.

"That's a big group of hell?" Huai Shi raised his eyes and looked into the rearview mirror.

"Yes, the large group of hells who have a contract with the nightmare eye are all semi-sourced and semi-biological flame spirits, and they are not afraid of the curse in the sun."

boom!

Raymond's voice did not fall, a loud noise burst, the truck suddenly shuddered, and was almost overturned by the flame that hit it.

Flamelight stayed in the air for a moment, and was ready to hit again.

But then, the sunken carriage was suddenly torn, and a large hand covered with iron armor was found out of it. It even pinched the flame spirit under the sun.

Also rubbed twice.

——Little brother, what's the matter with you?

Saramanda's flames were twisted for a while, and finally a burning figure emerged, struggling to pull out his sword and slashing towards the big hand. Immediately after that, the hand was lifted, carrying Saramanda's body, and suddenly pressed against the wall next to it.

Friction, friction, friction.

The harsh screams burst out of the flames ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Soon, they disappeared.

There is no more flame.

But just between the gaps, the other five flames suddenly changed direction and hit the wheels under the carriage. A look that seems to have died with them.

The car was shocked, and then it broke apart from the air and fell off, revealing the chair welded to the chassis of the car and the nine burly figures like giants on the chair.

In the heavy protective clothing, the paradise **** pulled out the uniformly equipped shotgun at the waist, pulled the bolt, and aimed at the fire.

"Holy ---"

Accompanied by devout singing, pull the trigger.

After the two changes are completed, there will be a week before next month, can you give me a monthly ticket?

(End of this chapter)