I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Vicky! Here! There is fresh orange juice today! My treat!" When Williams saw Vicky walking into the cafeteria, he immediately stood up and smiled, inviting her to sit across from him.

Williams has a handsome face that could be used for dinner in nightclubs in the past days, but it is slightly stiff when making subtle expressions. He has made some facial adjustments before to keep his facial features in golden proportions.

But now, after the Apocalypse, this kind of expensive medical cosmetic surgery that needs to be revised every few years according to personal growth is naturally unsustainable, even in the shelter of the Ark organization.

It's not that the doctors here don't have this skill, and the medical equipment is sufficient. The main thing is that they don't want to get involved in Williams' affairs.

The medical personnel who can be drawn into the Ark organization are all noble people who care about the country and the people and memorize the Hippocratic Oath. They have long advised Williams that even for the sake of his own health, it is best to Take out those prostheses and gaskets in one step.

Nowadays, we don’t even care about the AD era. Who cares if you have a handsome face?

But Williams still went his own way. He had deceived countless girls and young women in the shelter of the Ark Organization in the past ten years. He always only had sex but was not responsible. He had a good reputation. However, because of Williams's special status, and the fact that this kind of thing was impossible It started out of love between you and me. Many people found him unhappy, so they could only take a sip secretly.

During this time, Williams fell in love with Vicky again. The slim girl was like a blooming tulip, exuding a refreshing breath. He was surprised that he had not noticed a woman like Vicky before. exist.

Vicky heard Williams's shout, rolled her eyes, turned around and painted herself transparent, and went to the window to receive today's food supply. There were five different kinds of food in total, three of which were The crops of the Gray Field Project and a new variety of Devil's Salmon are almost identical in taste and contain the British Empire's food philosophy - eating is just for survival and has nothing to do with anything else.

Only the last item was the only eye-catching color in the whole lunch, which was a small half of an orange.

The bright yellow color and plump and juicy pulp make it look like a piece of art placed in a garbage dump. Just looking at it makes people appetizing.

In addition, the window also provides an additional supply of fresh orange juice, but that thing requires the consumption of shelter points, which is some kind of currency system within the Ark shelter, usually obtained through additional work and tasks involving dangerous areas.

Vicki herself has a lot of points, but if she wants to be noticed by the restaurant staff who swipe her card, she has to unblock her.

And she only had to take a look at Williams' face, which was full of doubts. Williams, who was scanning the restaurant area, felt bored and could only reluctantly give up today's special offer.

Vicky took her plate, found a corner, put the small orange wedge under her nose and smelled it vigorously. Then, while the fruity smell did not dissipate, she took a few bites of other food as if commanding. Suddenly, It felt like the good mood of the day was gone with the appearance of Williams.

"Drink mine, sister." A sunny boy sat next to Vicky and handed the orange juice in his hand to Vicky: "I also have a lot of points."

Vicky drank half of the glass in one gulp, and then pushed the remaining part back to the boy. The boy didn't take it seriously, and just handed Vicky the small orange segment on his plate: "That Did the idiot see you again?"

Vicky sighed and nodded angrily. Although her brother was not a super human, he could always detect Vicky's existence in the shielded state as he grew older. It was the boy who first discovered Vicky's problem. She suffered from depression.

No joke, Vicky really suffers from depression. She likes to be quiet, and the ability to block allows her to stay away from all social relationships all year round. In addition, she once experienced so much with Tang Ji and the others. Many people have witnessed the destruction of the entire human civilization, and have shouldered such a heavy responsibility along with them.

All this was beyond what the little girl could bear. Unfortunately, except for Anthony, there was no normal person in Tang Ji's team, and no one noticed Vicky's abnormality.

Even if he noticed that the men who were busy fighting had no time to pay attention to the chaotic thoughts of an adolescent girl, Vicky's only peer at the time was Surte, but Surte was Surte after all, and he would never There will be trouble in this regard.

If Tang Ji hadn't taken him out of the Skull and Bones Party environment in time, in this apocalyptic world, even if there were only two people left alive in the world, Surte would have been the last to die. As for how long it can be delayed, I'm afraid it mainly depends on How much meat can the second to last person produce?

In the first few years, Vicky's brother just felt that his sister was not very talkative and often stayed alone. But then the situation became more and more serious. He found that Vicky was often in a shielded state for several months in a row. In this state, no one but him could actively think of Vicky's existence.

One time, because Vicki had no interest in eating, he fainted from hunger without releasing the shield. He searched for Vicki for two whole days before he found his dying sister in a corner.

From then on, he asked Vicky not to enter the shielding state unless necessary, and accompanied Vicky to see a psychiatrist every week. After several years of companionship, Vicky's symptoms were relieved.

"Tell me the story of General Tang Ji again, I like to hear it." The young man tried hard to guide Vicky to talk. He found that Vicky was willing to say more only if he talked about the topic of his days in the team.

"I have nothing to say anymore. I have been saying this for several years, and you all know it." Vicky finished the meal with two orange slices and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I remember you said before, Tang Ji, you guys beat up those players in Paris. That was the first time you met." The young man followed Vicky's words and asked: "Have you ever regretted it? If you had not chosen to join him back then, If you are a team, maybe you won’t have to go through so much, and you won’t be like this now.”

"No, I don't regret it." Vicky said with certainty, "I'm pretty sure we did the right thing."

The young man just smiled and continued to change the subject: "What about the prophet, sister, what kind of person is the prophet? Is she beautiful? Is she a nice person?"

"The Prophet. She is a great person." Vicky was silent for a few seconds before continuing: "Although Tanguy is very powerful and Mikkelsen is cunning, they can't do anything without the Prophet."

"What about Williams? Why would such a great man have such a younger brother?" The young man raised his eyebrows behind Vicky, with a smile on his lips.

Vicky turned around and saw the idiot holding a glass of orange juice and greeting the other woman in the same tone as before.

Of course, he received another eye roll in response, but Williams shamelessly sat across from the opponent with a dinner plate and orange juice and continued to output.

"I'm afraid that when the prophet was born, all the good qualities in their family were taken over, and when Williams was born, only the dross was left." Vicky worked hard for a long time, but finally she didn't say any bad words.

After all, who would have thought that the prophet had a younger brother, and it was not until two days before the Apocalypse that he stormed into the Ark organization's shelter with the ticket the prophet left for him, accompanied by three or four of his friends.

"If Surte were here, I would probably beat him eight times a day." Vicky said with a smile. Under Tang Ji's guidance, Surte was a little bully who didn't rub sand in his eyes. His thoughts are particularly correct.

"Sister, you should smile more." The young man looked at Vicky and smiled, and he also laughed.

At this time, Surte, who was being missed, was exercising in Vault Zero.

Ten years have passed, and just like Vicki, Soult has grown up, and the little guys back then are now adults.

Judging from the height alone, Surte looks a little taller than Tangji. His limbs are slender and his small muscles are particularly developed. He looks like an anime character and is full of explosive power.

Surte has been training according to the training plan left to him by Wu Qianying over the years. When someone like Dr. Wu personally lists out the fitness plan for you, it must be the most authoritative in the world. After all, she almost knows it from the molecular level. Consider the overall plan.

Surte's biggest characteristic in front of Tang Ji and Wu Qianying is that he is obedient. Surte will do whatever they say.

Ten years have passed, and Sirte is now like a finely carved marble sculpture. At first glance, he has a feeling of vitality that is about to explode. Every time he appears in the fitness area, half of the base's idle women and a small number of Male fitness enthusiasts will flock here.

These people didn't dare to come in and disturb Surte. Not to mention Surte's title as the strongest superhuman in the shelter, his muscles like works of art alone were enough to defeat the big bosses of the Violent Bear Gang. I didn't even dare to take off my clothes.

Of course, women are more willing to take off their clothes. After all, everyone wants to try the fresh and delicious meat.

It's a pity that Sirte seems to have been focusing on growing muscles in recent years, and it seems that he has not made great progress in the field of emotional intelligence. As of now, I have not heard of anyone successfully eating Tang Monk meat.

Not even Anne.

Today, like before, Anne arrived belatedly after exercising in Sirte for half an hour. Wearing a yoga suit that maximized the beauty of her curves, she walked with her head held high and her chest held high with an indescribable confidence. Entered the fitness area.

Often at this time, men who have nothing to do will begin to gather in the fitness area.

Naturally, the small fitness area cannot bear such a flow of people. The machine guards began to operate automatically, constantly issuing warnings, asking the crowd to disperse and reasonably allocate time for exercise. They also called for the virtual reality entertainment area next door to currently have zero occupied space. It is recommended to change areas to spend your free time.

Soult is used to being the center of attention, ever since the first time he stood in a wind tunnel and ran twice the speed of sound.

As for Anne, as the Seven Deadly Sins of Lust, if it were not for safety reasons, she should have printed her face on the moon, so that people all over the world could watch her fall into erotic dreams every night.

Before this, Annie just had no motivation.

And now, whether it was driven by the instinct of lust or for her own safety, Annie wanted to have something happen with Surte.

I'm used to Tangji's tough guy style and Mikkelsen's mature style. Looking at Surte again, it's like drinking a big bowl of iced sour plum soup in the dog days of summer, making my whole body tremble.

"Xiao Su, can you help me adjust the treadmill?" Anne greeted Surte very intimately and asked him to help. She flipped her hair and showed off her feminine charm. Some moves are no longer cliché, but will always be classic. It's a classic, the key is whether you can use it well.

When Annie did this, the men and women present all let out a small wow, as if some special effect had been triggered.

However, Surte KOed Annie with just one move. He walked to Annie, helped set various parameters with great care, and then warned: "When you want to stop, just press this button, Aunt Annie, and then you can If you forget, you can call me again."

Annie's face seemed to suddenly become petrified, and she hummed with a stiff expression, burying her face in her chest. Aunt running? Aunt!

"Aunt Anne" is a must-have. When Soult politely said this title, Mikkelsen burst into laughter in his office. He had not laughed for several years.

Mikkelsen didn't even have to think about it. Wu Qianying must have taught Surte this. That woman had figured this out several years ago and vaccinated Surte in advance. Although Anne was a member of the Seven Deadly Sins, her brain was It's not very easy to use. I can't beat Wu Qianying no matter what, and I get frustrated every time.

"Sulte, come to my office later." A clone near the gym walked up to Surte and said simply.

Soult immediately jumped off the treadmill, put the sweat towel on his shoulders and said coolly: "It won't take a while, I'm done, and I'll follow you now."

When Surte said this, the women around him collectively let out a collective sigh. Surte only came to the gym three times a week to exercise. These three times were their rare spiritual pursuits. Although they couldn't eat, they still looked at it. So enjoyable!

According to statistics from psychologists, because of the existence of Surte and Annie, the rate of mental illness in Vault Zero is 20 percentage points lower than that of other shelters, which even makes up for the impact of the Gray Field Project food to a certain extent. .

But Mikkelsen didn't care how many people in the shelter wanted to be depressed. He just wanted to use Soult's role as much as possible while Wu Qianying was still sleeping soundly.