Special photography: Daily life in a world without collapse

The morning sun is shining on the earth, and after the war, rescue troops from all over the country have arrived in the city, everyone in orange uniform is digging in the rubble, and there are still people who have not escaped when the building collapses, even if the chance of survival is negligible, but it is not easy to give up.

Since the tanks were stationed at a nearby US military base, the local tanks had not had time to be transported, and the US military was cleaning up the wreckage after being destroyed.

A large part of the city is in ruins, rubble and rubble gathered into a small knoll, and buried under it is unknown whose relatives, whose friends or whose lovers are buried.

The corpses of the Zuluks are a bunch of people in hazmat suits busy in front and back, which is a creature that has never been seen before, and humans will definitely be curious to study.

"Hey, hey, hey, this guy is so big." A man in a hazmat suit stood on top of the Zuluk's corpse, looking at the huge corpse at his feet, unable to see it all.

"Yes, it's just that it may not even think that in the end, it will be killed by its own weapons."

"Hey, wait, why do I feel like the soles of my feet are getting soft?" The man barely stood still, looking at the corpse beneath his feet in confusion.

The other person pulled him and ran down quickly, "Don't be stunned, run!" The

surrounding biologists and soldiers were a little stunned, the corpses of the Zuluks were emitting a blue glow, flashing and flashing, as if something was going to happen.

"Hurry up, retreat! Fall back! "

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the commander hurriedly ordered the soldiers to take away the biologists and other researchers in various fields, this situation is not right no matter how you look at it, it is better to retreat first for the sake of safety, these people are the treasures of the country.

For a while, everyone present became nervous and retreated into the distance.

Just after they evacuated, the blue light emitted from the Zuluk's corpse flickered more frequently, and finally the entire corpse was shrouded in blue light, and the light dissipated quickly, and when they saw it again, the Zuluk's corpse had turned into a pile of powder with a humanoid silhouette.

The pair of knives were gone.

"What's going on?"

People in the distance, you look at me, I look at you, look stunned, biologists are even cardiopulmonary arrest, this is finally a chance to study it, the result is turned into powder in an instant, this is the blow to them is tantamount to just picking up a mobile phone that fell into the sewer, and the hand slipped and fell into it.

"Damn, such good material is gone!" A biologist pounded his chest and was on the verge of crying.

After thinking for a while, the commander sent a platoon of people to check, and after waiting for a while, he received a signal that there was no danger, and then surrounded him with his soldiers, and the corpses of Zuluks had a certain value even if they became powder.

Zeren, who was watching from afar, breathed a sigh of relief, he also thought that the Zuluk people were going to cheat the corpse, but fortunately it turned into powder, otherwise I don't know how terrible the damage would be caused today.

He still can't use the power of Nexus, and without the exclusive Meta Domain, he transforms into Leo to fight the Zuluks, and the pipelines in this area are basically about to be overhauled, and the buildings are more than a star and a half destroyed, and from the sky it looks like a small Mediterranean Sea in the hair.

Picked up a somewhat damaged motorcycle on the side of the road, the keys are still on it, it seems that its owner should be disgusted with riding too blocked, and ran away on foot, and I don't know if its owner is still alive.

There happened to be a helmet that fell to the ground on the side of the road, and he tried the size, and it was just right.

"Let's go say goodbye first, it's almost time for me to go back."

The destruction of the Zuluks has largely paralyzed the city's traffic, and it is basically impossible to get to ME by car, although it is a bit offensive to do so, but this is the only way he can think of it.

You can't turn into Leo and fly over, now the city is full of rescue teams, and if you're unlucky, you'll be famous.

Riding a motorcycle through the streets that have become ruins, those survivors who are looking for their relatives or friends in the rubble, he can't bear to look at it, all because he is not strong enough, there is still a long way to go, and all he has to do is keep moving forward.

......

"Boy, you made it." Raiden Ryoma sat in a chair in his office, smiling with relief.

Zeren smiled and nodded slightly, "Well, I made it." He

didn't ask for superfluous things, his own move was arranged and trained by Raiden Ryoma, and the move to crack its routine when he was fighting with the Zuluks was also thought up when he was training with Raiden Ryoma, and he didn't believe that others wouldn't know about such a big thing.

Maybe somebody conveyed all this somewhere he didn't know, and Raiden Ryoma happened to see all this, or he was exposed from the beginning, maybe he was exposed.

"I don't have much more to say, you should be going back."

Zeren nodded slightly.

Seeing this, he also had an expression that he took for granted, since the purpose of coming here has been achieved, then there is no need to continue to stay here, the prodigal son who is away will go home after all.

Raiden Ryoma took out a wooden box from under his desk, this wooden box looked ordinary, nearly 1.6 meters long, and he didn't know what was inside.

"If you want to go back, bring this with you, it's a gift from me, but in view of the high probability that this thing won't pass the security check, I will arrange my private jet to send you back, you don't have to worry, it can be all arranged before two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Private jets?" Zeren was a little shocked, does Raiden Ryoma seem to be someone who will buy a private jet? Aren't you a good man who is diligent and thrifty, how can you buy something like a private jet that is almost useless?

Although Raiden Ryoma is the president of ME, it is also a world-renowned electronic product company, and it is one of the core companies under the inverse entropy.

So it's basically useless to buy a private jet, and Raiden Ryoma is not the kind of person who likes to show off and compare.

"The private jet assigned above, although it is said that it cannot be borrowed at will, I can still use it to send you off."

Zeren still feels that poverty limits his imagination, and the inverse entropy often runs out of money is not because of this, although the inverse entropy here is not the same.

"Then thank you, Mr. Ryoma, I just have one more thing to do." Zeren turned around and prepared to leave, "Oh yes, I parked a motorcycle downstairs, I picked it up on the side of the road after the battle, if its owner is still there, please help me go back." "

You kid." Raiden Ryoma smiled and nodded, this matter is easy, and it is not a troublesome matter, and there is no need to refuse if it can be solved easily.

In fact, he had some hope that Zeren could stay, although they didn't get along for a long time, he could see that Zeren was a very good person, if it weren't for the fact that Zeren's burden was too heavy, he was still thinking about whether this kid and his daughter could get along very happily for a while.

But this idea was quickly put aside by him, if he could, he didn't want Mei Yi to have anything to do with these mysterious forces, so he did this to be the eldest lady of the Raiden family, and then find someone he liked to live carefree for the rest of his life.

Besides, I only have one daughter, Mei Yi, and someone will definitely inherit the company in the future, so I can't let Zeren, a stinky boy, come, it's impossible.

Raiden Ryoma opened the wooden box in his hand, this thing he had thought about for a long time before deciding to give it to Zeren, first, this is the highest masterpiece he has researched, although this is only a trial type.

But he believed that this thing would be put to good use in Zeren's hands.

"It's not been peaceful lately, Sawahito, if you want the future..."

Raiden Ryoma sighed, took out a letter that had been written from the drawer, and put it in the wooden box.