I give the world destruction and rebirth

"I want to complain to the manufacturer of the survival capsule. This thing is going to break my waist while sleeping." John Fleming sat up from the survival capsule with some difficulty. He waved to the invisible servant who could not be seen by others. He brought the clothes prepared nearby.

"So, what year is it this year? What's the current situation of the surface? Or is the Scimitar encountering some trouble that we need to solve?" John Fleming glanced at Blanc who was helping to get the towel and frowned. , as the youngest member of the team, after everyone else decided to enter hibernation, Blanc, who was in his early forties, was selected to be the early warning person to prevent any accidents from happening and putting the entire League of Gentlemen in a desperate situation. .

This is the agreement they reached with Scimitar, and it is also a necessary condition for the League of Gentlemen to enter Heywood Sanctuary.

Considering the superiority of the League of Gentlemen in high-end combat power, they will enter a dormant state from the day they enter the shelter. Only one person can stay awake and have the right to wake up other members at any time.

Blanc was that man, and he now chose to wake them all up.

"Fleming, this year is the eighth year of New Hope. You have been sleeping for eight years. Scimitar died three months ago. The successor is not the material at all. He has made the entire shelter a mess and the situation is very dangerous." Blanc briefly introduced the situation, and then said: "It was Mr. Edward who saved me and asked me to wake you up. He said that if others fail, then you will be the one to take over and deal with this mess."

After hearing Blanc say that he had been rescued, John Fleming noticed Blanc's somewhat thin face and the bruises on his face. It was obvious that Blanc was not having a good life during this period.

"Damn it. I thought the end of the world was bad enough, Blanc." John Fleming covered his head, feeling the aftereffects of waking up from cryogenic freezing. It felt like eating too many popsicles, and the coldness stimulated the brain. Nerve pain, only lasts longer and the pain is stronger.

"Drink some warm water, Fleming. Your age is already over the upper limit of the recommended age for hibernating cabins. If I were you, I wouldn't complain so much. Instead, I would thank God that I can still wake up." Blanc said I gave him a glass of warm water and a cheap painkiller.

"Where is Edward?" John Fleming took some time to recover. Before entering the hibernation chamber, the doctors told him that this migraine would last one to two weeks.

"Mr. Edward went to the energy center today. A group of people occupied the cabin leading to the energy center and threatened to destroy the energy core if they could not become independent." Blanc explained: "Mr. Edward was invited to mediate this incident. dispute."

"What kind of idiot would come up with such a clever idea and plan to gain power by dying together?" John Fleming regained his composure, changed his clothes with the help of the invisible servant, and then asked: "Which group of idiots kidnapped you again?"

"A group of people, Fleming, Armando's group did it, the third person in the Valentino gang, but before Machete died, he handed over the power of the overseer to Leonard, we have met before That Leonard." Blake briefly introduced the current situation of the shelter.

Before entering the shelter, John Fleming made complete preparations. He knew almost all the top leaders of the Valentino Gang, so he could analyze a lot of things by himself just by naming them.

"Armando is indeed an idiot, but Leonard is not much better. How did Scimitar die?" John asked while moving his limbs.

"Died of cerebral hemorrhage. We don't know yet whether it was an accident or someone bribed the doctor." Black whispered, and then explained worriedly: "All of our superhuman mercenaries are now in the hands of Armando, including Avalon, they have occupied the passage leading to the lower cryolayer. It is the limit for you to be brought up by me. Someone helped forge the certificate that your death was caused by a malfunction in the dormant chamber."

"The situation is very bad Fleming. We have to resolve the riot here within seventy-two hours. Those idiots put machine guns in the middle of the passage and shot at each other. They have caused irreversible damage to the shelter. From the information I received, , the air purification system can still last for another seventy-two hours." Blake sighed, eight years had made him look old from a handsome middle-aged man.

"It sounds really bad, but we have encountered worse things before, haven't we?" John Fleming walked up to Black and looked at him. Then the invisible servant opened his bow from left to right, slapping Black so hard that his face instantly became swollen.

"But you, Blake, you betrayed my trust. We put our lives and the safety of the entire team in your hands, but you made a mess." John Fleming shook his head. He said with some disappointment: "Now put away your face, move your butt, and lead the way for me. I need to meet Edward first."

Although Blake's face hurt, he felt inexplicably relieved.

He had indeed slacked off, for eight years. This was not the eight years spent in the world before the apocalypse, but eight years spent in a shelter built by a street gang.

You must know that in the Heywood Shelter, members of the Valentino Gang and their families account for 82% of the total population, and only two to three thousand people are non-Valentino Gang members.

When Blake went to the bar in the entertainment district to relax, the Valentinos would gather together and cast malicious glances at him from time to time, and laugh together. The feeling of being choked, after a long time, is enough to drive people Crazy.

Scimitar has always been on guard against the League of Gentlemen. He knows where his weaknesses are and where his strengths are. Letting the League of Gentlemen do what they should do and not giving them extra opportunities is the best way to cooperate. So he has always allowed Blake to live outside the order, not allowing him to be bullied and not allowing him to infiltrate the gang.

It's a pity that Scimitar died too suddenly, and his successors were not that thoughtful at all. They simply separated Black from the rest of the League of Gentlemen and did not give him a chance to wake up others.

Such a life was difficult, but Blake not only managed to survive, he also managed to survive for eight years. During these eight years, his best companion was the virtual reality helmet thrown on the bedside table, but the virtual girlfriend inside was unable to access the cloud. The data support of AI is completely retarded and can only give the simplest reply to communication.

He wanted to complain, but when he thought about the fact that others were still freezing down there, even the shelter was in danger, he also felt that what Fleming was teaching him was that he, a dignified international mercenary market manager, was being manipulated by local street gangs. In the palm of his hand, he was indeed at a disadvantage.

"Now, get me something to eat. I want real food, not these rubbish." John Fleming endured another severe headache and controlled the invisible servant to produce the gray field projects on the table. Crush the crops bit by bit and throw them into the trash can: "I have been sleeping for eight years. At least give me a burger, even if it is synthetic meat, and a cup of coffee, black coffee, without sugar."

Blake just nodded silently, turned around, picked up his coat and walked out of the room. This is the Heywood Shelter, the most Valentino's shelter. Black market trade is prevalent here. The things Fleming wants are even in the eighties. It is not difficult to buy today after the New Year, but the price is very expensive.

"Mom, can you hand me the shovel?" A cute-looking child stood in front of Miwako with a sweet voice and pointed at the shovel on the shelf.

"Of course, Tanin, but can you tell me what you want this shovel for?" Miwako was wearing a one-piece denim suit, her long black hair was tied up by a scarf, and she was squatting in front of several pots of plants wearing a pair of string gloves. Busy as they were, the homeless tribe brought a lot of crop seeds that had not been 'contaminated' by the Gray Field Project to the Davis Monsanto Refuge. The homeless people were always out of touch with society for several years, so they kept it. these seeds.

Compared with the products of the Gray Field Project, these seeds require special care by people, and from the perspective of energy conversion rate, it is also a gain-out-of-gain behavior, especially in an environment like a shelter that requires efficient material recycling.

But the reason why humans are humans is because they have higher-level needs besides survival needs. The pure natural corn crops in less than two acres of land are tightly buckled in plastic greenhouses to prevent them from being accidentally exposed to gray matter. Contaminated by the products of the field project, these two acres of land can harvest 1,200 kilograms of corn every year, which is only enough to consume the entire refuge for three or four days, but it is the most concerning thing in the entire refuge.

Everyone is eagerly waiting for the corn to mature and then be processed into tortillas, corn chips, grilled corn and other delicacies. This mere two acres of land has become the spiritual pillar of the entire refuge, even the greenhouse for growing corn. They all have special names. It is called the corn house.

Only the most outstanding shelter residents will be given the 'privilege' of entering the corn house to care for the corn.

Miwako and Tanin are the 'protectors' here. They come here every day to check the growth of the corns.

But the young Ninja Tan has recently become obsessed with his new game. He especially likes to give Martin various iron objects that are obviously not food, and watch him eat those iron objects like chewing chocolate beans. over.

So when Miwako pinched her waist and questioned Tanin with a smile, Tanin made a face and turned around and ran away. Although Martin can perform simple processing on many metal objects himself, his handmade gadgets always have no industrial products. Exquisite, you can't let your children waste energy like this just because they like to watch it.

"Miwako, it's time to get off work. Pearl is the one cooking today!" Ethan's face appeared outside the glass and shouted with a smile: "If you go late, you won't be able to drink the delicious sweet shrimp soup!"

In addition to corn, krill is another specialty product of Davis Mengshan Refuge. Although the output is very small, it can ensure the balance of trace elements for the residents of the refuge, and the taste is also good.

Pearl is the best person in the refuge at making sweet shrimp soup. She is Martin's fellow villager and the widow of his comrade. She has two children to take care of. It is almost possible to tell what Pearl means to Martin, but Martin has always rejected this feeling.

He is a superhuman, and a superhuman with obvious abnormalities. He cannot respond to the love given by normal humans.

If Tony were still around, he would definitely laugh at Martin for half a century because of this, but alas, he is almost gone.

Although he had always been careful, Tony still suffered from time sensitivity in NV-6, and he was also the twenty-seventh patient of the company of cybernetic soldiers.

Those once-all-powerful prosthetic soldiers are falling down as time goes by, and what they have paid for this war has just begun to show.

When Ethan's family of three walked into the cafeteria, the saint was standing behind the soup pot, guarding the soup pot with a serious expression. Although this was a joking ritual, it did prevent people from wanting to eat more and occupy more. The phenomenon.

After all, the Saint is the number two figure in this shelter, and he is also the one who can fight the most. Out of curiosity, the cowboys and Brian of the Adecado tribe searched for news about the Saint on the Internet, and also brought him The video of the death fighting competition was downloaded and brought into the shelter. A few years later, the children brought out of the monastery by the saints discovered the source of the video, and it spread everywhere.

Nowadays, when everyone sees a saint, they will salute formally to express their devotion to God.

"God bless you, Gu Nin. You must cherish this food and don't waste a penny, so that you can grow up healthily." The saint saw a family of three waiting in line, touched Gu Nin's head and gave him a soup bowl. There are a few extra shrimps in the bag. This is not a matter of seeking personal gain for power. The saints will always take extra care of the children.

Although the saint himself has no children, he knows how much a person has paid for his children and the world. Everything they have now can be said to be thanks to that child.

"Uncle Saint, I have never seen God, how do you know He will bless me?" The young child was full of curiosity at this time and wanted to get to the bottom of everything. He looked up at the Saint and asked.

"I just know little guy, because there is a guy who is much more powerful than me who said, God, if you can't do your job well, you may lose your job." The saint smiled, then looked up and saw Tony suddenly He appeared at the door of the cafeteria like a normal person, with an even bigger smile on his face.