Global Games: Comes with a portable store

At night, the street lights shine through the gaps in the windows and are imprinted on the brown wooden floor.

Su Changxing slowly opened his eyes. He had slept for about four hours. In fact, he could have slept for longer, but his subconscious mind was awake and his body was still alert.

"Such a stable environment that is too comfortable will make people lazy and docile."

He doesn't think this is a bad thing, but it would be different if there were external threats and humans were no longer at the top of the world's food chain.

He held two mobile phones in his hand, one from a doomsday game and a real one, both of which had no messages.

"Is Zhong Jueqing also dead? Or maybe he thought I was dead, so he didn't want to contact me. After all, I am a person who cannot stand up in this world."

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Su Changxing was stunned for a moment, realized something was wrong, and opened the window suddenly, just in time to see a car on the street hit the guardrail at a very fast speed, making a loud noise, which was particularly harsh in the middle of the night.

The person in the car had his chest squeezed and died on the spot.

At that moment, he felt uneven changes in energy in the environment. Although it was very weak, he could still detect it.

"does it matter?"

He wasn't sure if it was a normal car accident.

Soon the traffic police and tow truck arrived at the scene, and everything seemed to be normal.

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In the morning, there was still no message, and the phone was still disconnected. But the more this happened, the more Su Changxing felt that something was wrong, as if something was quietly brewing.

Wang Liang was still sleeping soundly, and the car accident on the street last night did not cause any disturbance to him.

"Sleep is terrible."

Su Changxing changed into his previous clothes and found that they were a whole lot smaller, but they were still barely wearable, and his body shape had not significantly increased.

Before Wang Liang got up, Su Changxing went out and prepared to find Huang Biao. They were in the same city before the end.

Huang Biao runs a bar in the center of the city, Bar No. 35.

"Huang Biao's job survivability is very strong, and there is a high probability that nothing will happen..."

He took a drip and went directly to this bar in the center of the city.

There were not many people inside in the morning, but there were a few drunk people lying in front of the bar, as well as the waiters who were cleaning.

Su Changxing looked around, went straight to the guy at the front desk wearing a butterfly tie, and said, "Is your boss here? I'm looking for your boss, Huang Biao."

He looked at Su Changxing, looked slightly moved and said, "Huh? What do you want to see our boss for?"

Su Changxing thought for a moment and said, "My acquaintance, something happened."

"I'm sorry, our boss has disappeared since last night. We are also looking for him. Please leave your phone number..."

Su Changxing thought for a while and said:

"I also know his nephew Huang Tao. Can you contact him? Or give me a phone call."

The younger brother felt that Su Changxing might indeed be an acquaintance, so he nodded and smiled: "Okay, let me contact you. Huang Tao and I are both buddies. Just sit here and wait... Do you need something to drink?"

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"Just a glass of warm water."

Su Changxing sat down on a chair nearby.

Huang Biao is missing?

What's happening here?

But in this case, Huang Biao most likely survived the apocalypse, but was troubled after he came back.

The possibility of the Security Bureau is high.

After a while, Huang Tao came over, carrying a blue sports backpack on his back.

Huang Tao looked at Su Changxing in surprise and asked, "Do you know my uncle?"

Huang Tao did not know him and died in the apocalypse.

Su Changxing looked at the familiar face in front of him and felt mixed emotions. Huang Biao had tried his best to protect Huang Tao, but he still died in the end.

Su Changxing nodded and said quietly:

"Yes, he is an old friend. I have something to do with him. Can you contact him for me?"

Huang Tao opened his eyes wide and said: "Old friend, but you are so young... But he is indeed missing and doesn't answer his phone calls. I wonder if he is looking for an old mistress."

Su Changxing raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "I think Huang Biao will definitely beat you up when he hears this."

Huang Tao was instantly sure that Su Changxing must be someone who knew Huang Biao, otherwise he would not have such an understanding, and said seriously:

"Just yesterday, my uncle disappeared. I don't know where he went. No one answered my phone calls. If he is not found, we will call the police."

Su Changxing thought for a moment and said:

"If you encounter something weird that you can't solve, you can call me. If you find Huang Biao, ask him to call me back."

Huang Tao nodded subconsciously, always feeling suffocated when facing the person in front of him.

After saying that, Su Changxing simply stood up and left, walking outside, but he was keenly aware that someone was watching him in the dark.

who is it?

Those drunk people?

When he walked out of the bar, the feeling of being spied on disappeared immediately.

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"Captain, someone was looking for Huang Biao just now. He was a young man wearing a hat." A woman lying on the bar whispered to herself.

"Follow him and see what his background is."

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"I lost track of him. We didn't see anyone when we went out."

"You may have been discovered, please evacuate first."

"Evacuate?"

"Well, evacuate first. These related people are extremely dangerous, so safety is the priority."

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Su Changxing appeared in the business district in the city center. He had already changed his clothes and was sitting on a wooden chair in front of the coffee shop, drinking coffee silently while scrolling through his mobile phone.

He was basically certain that Huang Biao was controlled by someone or was being hunted down.

Ordinary people may not have much fighting ability in the environment of the doomsday world, but in this world, holding firearms can completely threaten low-level extraordinary people.

At this time, in the middle of the square not far away, a lot of people gathered around. A dirty, unkempt man stood on a high platform and shouted something.

"I'm telling you, the end is coming. I just came back from the end of the world."

"Only a very small number of us came back alive, and you are all dead."

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Most people are just watching and having fun, thinking this is just a new form of performance, performance art or something like that.

Someone laughed loudly: "Since we are dead, why are we still alive? Aren't you contradicting yourself?"

The man looked serious and said seriously:

"It is precisely because you are dead that you don't know anything. I just want to make you vigilant. I hope that all people who have returned from the doomsday like me will speak out together."

Several cheers came from below, praising his superb acting skills, which were not artificial at all and very real.

"You always have to prove it with something, right?" A man wearing a white shirt and sunglasses shouted with a smile.