Lord of End of World

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62, six two

Dingtai Building, the city's landmark building, has won many international praises, bearing the pride of the citizens, and so slowly, collapsed in an irreparable manner.

The smoke that it raised raised the sky, and the screams of it rang through the clouds. Its proud posture turned into a pile of ugly and rough concrete blocks and broken glass. The bare-exposed and ruthless broken steel spine complained. Its sorrow.

In the cabin, even the air has become extraordinarily heavy. I don’t know why the shackles of the squats are now squatting, and their eyes are red and look like the mess, such as the city that has been swept by war.

This is the situation that they personally created. In this way, the ruin of the beautiful city in the past is different. The imagination and the witnessing of the witness are different. The guilt brought by them is far beyond their tolerance. Even Song Haoran, who is as strong as iron, At this point, I couldn't help but red-eyed, and the fingertips of the trigger were shivering.

The survivors looked blank and looked at them. They had already burst into tears and cried silently. At this moment, the air is stagnant, helpless, unwilling, confused, embarrassed, all negative emotions quietly into the hearts of everyone, such as a steel needle, so they are faint.

Gong Lijun coveted, staring at the numerous zombies buried in the ruins, and looked at the zombies who were still rushing to the fire, and smiled with satisfaction. There is no extra nostalgia for this city. He can't understand the sorrow of everyone. He only knows that after the fire, this piece of scorched earth will become the buried bone of hundreds of thousands of zombies, and this city will be greatly purified.

Is there a better result than this? Obviously, no! Therefore, all sorrow and disappointment are superfluous, useless, weak, like zombies, should be completely eliminated!

The heart secretly nodded, Gong Lijun gently held Song Haoran's fingertips, smiled and looked up at him, one word and one sentence cautiously opened, "Song Big Brother, you see, how many zombies died below? There should be hundreds of thousands? We have wiped out hundreds of thousands of zombies. One day, we will kill all the zombies here. When we come back, we will come back and rebuild our bright temple on this scorched earth."

Killing Xiao Lin, stepping on the ground palace, and building his own bright temple on it, this is his dream of his life. He finished half of it. In this world, he will realize his dream completely.

The voice of the young boy is not big, but it seems to bring some magical power to awaken the lost people. Their eyes slowly moved away from the sea of ​​fire and the ruins, looking at the flames in the flames, struggling, and finally turned into a zombie with a black bone, and the heart was shocked.

There are still zombies and servants who are rushing into the sea of ​​fire, and the densely packed zombies are being reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they are burned by the fire.

"This fire has cleaned up this area." Lin Wenbo whispered and his expression was no longer a pain. "Our approach is not wrong. The old world is destroyed in our hands, and the new world will be in our hands." Born. For our bright temple, everyone will work hard!"

When he fell, he held the young and thin body in his arms, his head squatting on his soft hair top, and his narrow long and narrow eyes with obvious tenderness and soft smile, like enjoying the magnificent scenery and admiring the following fire. Buildings.

The warm body of the boy filled his arms, filled his heart, and faintly, some kind of old, stuck things were drawn from his soul, replaced by a more determined, more The ardent belief made him a little dazzled.

Working with the young boy in the arms to create a new world, this idea has rooted in his heart, sprouted, and quickly thrived. Since the beginning of the last days, the weakness and shackles that have been deeply buried in the bottom of the heart have been absorbed by this system and become a vitality.

Song Haoran has also returned to the gods. He looks at the boy who is shrinking in his friend's arms. He looks calm and backhanded, and he and the teenager are ten fingers. The flush of the eyes quickly fades and is replaced by a firm belief. At this moment, everything in the past was completely abandoned by him. He really lived in the present and lived in the last days, and he will join hands with the young people around him to create the future that belongs to them. Such thoughts have come to mind and made him passionate.

Through the headset on the head, the twenty special forces on other planes also heard the light declaration of Gong Shao. Looking at a building that collapsed, the obsessions in their hearts were also collapsing. The new faith was based on Gong Shao’s dream and stood up.

The survivors on board, when they knew that the military had saved themselves at the expense of the entire Dingtai District, there was only one thought in mind: to live! No matter how difficult it is to live well!

The survivors of the same plane as Gong Lijun felt even more profound. The young man stood silently behind Gong Lizhen, staring at his thin but tall figure, his eyes full of eager light.

The four planes no longer hang around, simply turning their heads and plundering towards the base.

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At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the power test is coming to an end. Gong Yuanhang, Lin Mao and others did not care to see the results, anxiously waiting in the headquarters. Gong Xiangyi also left the work in his hand, accompanied by restlessness.

The satellite communicator finally screamed under the scorching gaze of the crowd. Gong Yuanhang got a shock and quickly connected the phone.

A happy color swept across the fundus, his tight expression was slightly loose, and after a few low voices, he hang up the phone and said to everyone on the scene, "Fifty-two survivors are safely rescued, we have no casualties, half an hour. Then arrive at the base. Go ahead and get ready for the job."

Everyone has a moment of embarrassment, almost can't believe their ears. The extent of the difficult task of this mission is clear to them. Even if the army of tens of thousands of people is sent, it will not be able to retreat. They thought that Gong Shao might do it and return as soon as possible; he might also suffer heavy casualties and wandering; he is more likely to die in the Green Park market.

In short, they envisioned thousands of results, never thought it would be such a big ending! How did Gong Shao do it? Everyone is conscientious and thoughtful, and even Gong Yuanhang can't wait to understand the specific situation.

The surprise that the son brought him was one after another, and he could not bear it.

Gong Xiangyi secretly sighed and accompanied the old man in charge of logistics to prepare. How much material does the 52 survivors consume? I only hope that there will be several good-powered abilities in this area. She thought of it.

Half an hour later, four helicopters arrived on schedule and landed slowly on the tarmac. Some people heard the news and rushed around, hoping to find their lost relatives.

Seeing that he first opened the hatch and headed for his own son, Gong Yuanhang couldn’t help but step forward and greet him with his arms.

Holding on to the juvenile who rushed into his arms, Gong’s father rubbed his smooth ink, and his expression could not tell the love. When his son was still so small, he was involved in danger and grew rapidly. He felt pain in his heart.

After a few beats on his son's back, Gong Yuanhang took away the kindness on his face and handed him to Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo, who were waiting to be seen, and greeted the survivors.

After shaking hands and condolences with several survivors, Gong Yuanhang asked the logistics staff to take them down to check the body, suspected isolation, and unquestioned to register the household registration and test the ability to arrange a room break.

Placed the survivors, he looked at the 20 special forces who went forward and the younger son to say goodbye, his face was thoughtful. He felt that some of the soldiers had changed in some places, their temperament was more embarrassing than the original, their eyes were more firm than the original, and the attitude toward the younger son was cautiously respected. It was a gesture of surrender.

Apparently, Lin Mao also saw the clues, and Gong Yuanhang looked at each other and opened his mouth easily. "Go, hold meetings, and listen to their mission summary."

Gong Yuanhang laughed and lifted his foot to the command post.

"What is the relationship between the boy and your base leader?" The young man who sent the chocolate looked far away from Gong Lijun, who left with Gong Yuanhang, curiously asked the staff around him.

"That is Gong Shao," the staff's expression was abrupt, and the tone became proud. "The son of Gong**, the ice-fired three-line abilities, is also the strongest person in our base. I heard that this year is only 16 year old."

It turned out to be Gong Shao, not a palace! The young man suddenly thought of it, and was attracted by another topic, hesitatingly asked, "You said that he is a power? What is power?" When the question was asked, the youth's palm was a little sweaty.

Talking about the abilities, the enthusiasm of the staff came, and the introduction was endless. At the end, I said kindly, "You will also go to the power test later. If you are a power, you will have a good life in the future. pass."

The young man nodded and repeated the staff's words in his mind. He found that there was no such ability in his cognition, and he was slightly relieved.

When the staff finished, they remembered that they were rescued by Gong Shao, and they asked about the style of Gong Shao’s rescue. The youth quickly threw a happy uneasiness, and the eyebrows and dances talked about Gong Shao’s great achievements.

In the conference room, Gong Lijun explored the imported bag and held the chocolate that the young man gave him. He swallowed his mouth silently, and his thoughts had already disappeared.

Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo added each other to explain the mission process clearly, and let the people in the conference room listen to the stupid eyes.

When they finished, Gong Yuanhang was silent for a long time before he was secluded, and his face was a little embarrassed. "You blow up the Dingtai Building? The entire Dingtai District has been burned into scorched earth?"

"Yes." Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo replied, there is no remorse on the face.

Gong Yuanhang stunned on the back of the chair, staring at the empty space without a focal length, as if imagining the scene when Dingtai Building was dumped. The six districts responsible for people looked at the three people who were silent with the eyes of the terrorists.

"Ha ha ha!" Lin Laozi took the lead to return to the taste, and smiled. "Good, dare to break the old pattern, not to be disturbed by foreign objects, enough to decide, enough to be discouraged! It is really a hero in the chaos, a hero Ah! Voyage, you have a good son!"

After Lin Mao’s voice, Gong Yuanhang was slightly indulged, and immediately laughed up, and the laughter was very smooth. The son has grown to the point where he is stronger than he imagined, and he can rest assured.

This base, originally intended to be handed over to Haoran or Wenbo, it seems that his son Gong Yuanhang is more suitable! Thinking of this, Gong Yuanhang was laughing again.

After thinking about it, several responsible persons are more cautious about treating Gong Lijun than ever before. The entire Dingtai District said that the bombing would be fried, and there was no hesitation at all, enough! They are completely dressed!

Gong Xiangyi looked at the expressions of his father, Lin’s grandfather and six responsible persons one by one, biting his teeth and slowly hang his head. This is so devastating that Gong Lijun, who can be desperate, what does she take to fight him? forget it!

Unclear, so I glanced at the father who was laughing, Gong Shao pinched the chocolate in his hand, and his heart was dark: When did the meeting end? I want to eat chocolate. Well, there are six small pieces, one father, one piece of Lin’s grandfather, one big brother Song, one big brother, I can eat two!