Mystery Makes Me Strong

McCann Mushroom, Irradiated Wasteland.

Almost all the survivors fell into madness, disbelief, howling in pain, unable to sleep day and night...

Many people expect to wake up, it is just a dream.

Dongzhou next door is fine, and I can still watch movies online every day.

The satellite network is still running, and from the mobile phone, all kinds of online entertainment are going on as usual, and it seems that the world is still peaceful.

Just wake up and sleep, sleep wake up, the original everything really can not come back.

What you see and hear are ruins, corpses, smoke and wailing.

However, the word "almost" is used because there are still a group of survivors who are crazy with excitement...

Somewhere in an underground cell made of steel cages.

"Hahaha, that's great! I wanted to blow everything up a long time ago, thank God, He heard and made my wish come true!"

A professional man in his 27s and 18s, wearing glasses, was looking out of the window, shouting as he watched.

This underground cell is buried underground as a whole, with only a small window covered with steel bars exposed to the ground for ventilation.

Because of this, they were not killed by the mushrooms.

"Yeah, we can go out this time! No one will care about us anymore!" Another young man with yellow hair followed excitedly.

"FREE, we're finally embracing it again!"

"Haha, haha, great, those damned vultures, they're all over, all over!"

This is a group of lunatics, a group of vicious guys.

Even a person who looks gentle on the surface has blood on his hands.

They were excited and roaring, and they never thought about it—such a big disaster, their own relatives and friends, maybe even just visited them the day before, would inevitably suffer.

These inhuman guys only think about themselves.

Whenever you think about your relatives and friends, you won't be so excited at this time.

A bald man was the first to calm down: "Stop screaming, we have to escape quickly. Otherwise, we will just starve to death here."

There are a total of eight people in the cell, except for the man with glasses and yellow hair, there are also a few black and white guys.

"Take off the clothes, wet them, then tie the steel bars and twist them hard, it will be broken, and we can get out." The man with glasses said, pointing to the iron door of the cell.

The iron door is not completely sealed, but is woven with more than a dozen steel bars, probably to avoid blind spots.

There are often patrolling personnel, so there is no hidden danger, and no one can get its idea.

Eight people began to toss up.

A few hours later, the steel door was knocked open.

During the whole process, no one patrolled them.

One can imagine what kind of chaos has become outside.

"Haha, we are free!" Huangmao shouted loudly.

As a habitual offender who made a living stealing and robbing, he felt at ease now that no one could control him anymore.

However, the next moment, he was punched heavily on the head by a bald man.

"What are you yelling for, hurry up and find where there is a gun!" the bald man said.

Huang Mao secretly hated in his heart, but he didn't dare to resist, and scattered around like everyone else.

He found the duty room by relying on the terrain that he remembered when he usually let the wind go.

On the desk in the duty room was a Colt pistol.

Overjoyed in his heart, he picked up the pistol and held it in his hand.

With a gun, he doesn't have to listen to the bald guy calling.

Not long after, the bald man gathered the people together.

"Give me the guns." The bald man said unceremoniously.

"Bang..." Huang Mao took his gun and fired it into the sky, "Impossible, if you have a gun, you are the boss, and now I am the boss, give me all the guns!"

"Go to NM!" The bald man kicked him unceremoniously, and kicked him five meters away with a gun.

"Bang!" Huang Mao shot the bald man without hesitation while still lying on the ground.

However, when the bullet hit the opponent's skin, there was only a white scar!

"Ah! You, you are really a transcendent?" Huang Mao was taken aback.

When they were imprisoned before, a group of people lived by bragging.

The bald man said that he was arrested when he was doing sacrifices to the evil gods, and he was rewarded by the evil gods.

The evil god said that he would exchange rewards for McCann after he was destroyed, but no one believed him, and only thought he was bragging.

McCann destroyed? How can it be?

Isn't this the same routine as Qin Shihuang playing money?

Several Dongzhou descendants crowdfunded on the Internet, saying that they raised funds to resurrect Qin Shihuang, and when Qin Shihuang was resurrected, everyone would be named a general.

The money has been invested, but when will Qin Shihuang be resurrected?

So everyone laughed at the bald man for a while, but unexpectedly, McCann was really destroyed, and it seemed that the evil god's reward had arrived!

No wonder the other party dared to let everyone find the gun by themselves.

At this moment, the bald man grabbed the yellow hair who was about to shoot, and broke his neck without saying a word!

Huang Mao never expected that when he was imprisoned and under control, he could still be alive.

Nobody cares now, and he's dead too.

How ironic.

No one dared to object to the words of the bald man.

The others obediently handed over their guns.

The bald man gave the gun to two obedient men, and let them manage the others.

"Now, let's go, grab the money!"

"Boss, it's useless to rob money, you should rob talent." The man with glasses said flatteringly.

"Oh, you want to teach me how to do things?" The bald man shot him a look, pointing a shotgun at his head.

"No, no, everything is up to you." There was a trace of jealousy in the eyes of the man with glasses, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"I'll just explain it once: gold, jewelry, and antiques, no scrap paper. McCann is screwed, but there are other places to spend these things!" the bald man shouted.

The man with glasses suddenly felt crushed in terms of IQ. He originally thought that the wasteland would come, grab more people, build territory, establish influence, become king and hegemony, and reach the pinnacle of his life from then on...

After hearing what the bald man said, he suddenly realized: other places are not wasteland, as long as he grabs money, he can live a comfortable life in those places.

Three days later, the group of seven prisoners expanded to seventy.

They began to dominate the ruined city, and there were quite a few survivors, at least a few hundred.

The bald man got a lot of gold, silver and jewels, but what surprised the man with the glasses was that he didn't use the money to contact any ships or planes through satellite phones.

Instead, the other party started a strange ritual.

The bald man got all kinds of clocks, electronic clocks, wall clocks, grandfather clocks, watches, pocket watches, and ancient wind-up clocks, and even got two hourglasses...

The bald man personally arranged these clocks in the shape of a huge clock.

The sound of "di di da da" is endless, which makes people's hair stand on end.

The man with glasses suddenly thought that the bald man was arrested because of offering sacrifices to evil gods, and what he is doing now must be to continue offering sacrifices!

The "other places" mentioned by the other party refer to dedicating to the evil god!

He wants to run.

However, he dared not run away.

Sure enough, not too long later, the man with glasses placed the stolen gold, silver, jewelry, and antique art among those clocks and watches.

"Time flies, only these things can leave value, great god, I sacrifice to you, please grant me more glory and strength."

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At the same time, in the silver palace.

Wen Rensheng did not leave immediately, but looked around.

Not long after, he heard a prayer, an ugly man's voice, a rough voice, and he knew that he was not the kind of a good person.

However, this rough voice is actually quite talented.