The Death Knell

Thick radiation dust in the sky completely blocks sunlight, and uneven heating of the planet also causes air convection, resulting in strong winds.

On this planet that is as pitted as the surface of the moon, there is almost no trace of the past Earth, and it is more like a dead star floating in space.

But it is not completely hopeless. Although the atmosphere is very fragile and can be broken with a single poke, at least there is still some left. All we need to do is eliminate the radiation and then plant trees around the world. After tens of thousands of years, it should be able to recover. .

But that has nothing to do with Su Ming. He came here just to pursue clues about the Molun family, why the female vampire had the number of this planet in her head, and how the Molun family carried out multiple travels.

Thinking of something in his mind, Su Ming floated towards a sinkhole under the dark sky, turned the God Killer into a shovel, and dug down at a certain location.

In a few seconds, he dug a tunnel dozens of meters deep. His skills were as good as any master tomb robber. The tunnel was round and smooth.

He still thought it was a bit troublesome. If he wasn't afraid of breaking some medium where the information was stored, it would have only required one punch.

According to the situation in other parallel worlds, the White House, as the residence of the President of the United States, means a lot to this country. It is just like the emperors of various countries in ancient times prepared grand mausoleums for themselves. Every president of the United States spends money to build a mausoleum for himself when he takes office. It was decorated.

The underground three-defense fortification is officially called the "Emergency Operations Center", but most people call it the "Doomsday Bunker". It was originally used to prepare for possible air strikes or rocket offensives launched by Germany.

Originally, there was no shelter under the White House, and the president's evacuation plan at that time was also very simple. Once an air raid came, President Roosevelt, who was in a wheelchair, would be carried by bodyguards to the basement of the Treasury Building 200 meters away to take refuge.

Roosevelt was physically disabled and strong-willed. He usually did not allow others to push his wheelchair, let alone being carried through the city in a wheelchair.

So after the Pearl Harbor incident broke out, he ordered a cellar to be dug underground in the study room of the White House. At that time, a two-story space was dug more than ten meters underground. The first floor was used as an office and the first floor was used for living. There was only one room in it. Zhang camp folding bed.

In fact, it is useless. As we all know, the United States did not face any threat during World War II.

In 1949, when Truman was in office, as the Cold War was gradually gaining momentum, he ordered to allocate funds to expand the underground bomb shelter and transform it into a fully enclosed nuclear-proof shelter that could accommodate 200 people for 48 hours. According to the mustache in Berlin back then The one that was built was built, but it was bigger and more comfortable.

In order to prevent a nuclear attack, the expanded shelter was buried deeper, and the walls and doors were thickened again. The walls were made of six-meter-thick concrete with lead plates in the middle; and the doors were made of high-density alloy more than half a meter thick.

Since then, the underground shelter has been tinkered with by every president, and even secret passages to escape elsewhere have been dug.

After the 9/11 incident, then-President George W. Bush allocated another US$2.1 billion to rebuild underground facilities. No one knows what the specific changes were.

Those are information that Su Ming knew in his previous life. They may not be the same in different parallel universes, but they can be used for reference.

At least on this earth, this underground shelter is dug so deep that even a large-yield nuclear explosion crater will not reach that depth.

"Master, is this a basement?" Xiao Wang came over. He seemed to have become a little fatter after getting married, but fortunately he was not bald.

"Yes, this is the White House Shelter. If we are lucky, we can also see the remains of the President of the United States." Su Ming smiled and patted Wang's belly, and then began to cut the concrete walls.

After a few seconds, the shelter was opened. Due to the principle of air compensation, wind poured into the hole from the outside world, and a unique dusty smell soon emerged from inside.

"There is no air circulation down there, Master." The guardian licked his finger, put it against the entrance of the hole, and felt the wind: "If there was anyone inside, their death must have been painful."

Su Ming shrugged. It didn't matter to him whether there was air or not. He just went straight into the hole, just like a slide:

"It doesn't matter whether they died in pain or not, you know what to look for, right? Move quickly, many things will be destroyed when they come into contact with the air."

"Understood, I will look for paper documents or intact corpses first." Xiao Wang followed behind, rubbed a luminous magic circle with one hand and came out. After landing, he prepared to separate from Deathstroke.

The location where it was penetrated looked like a warehouse. The lights inside can still be turned on to this day, but the surrounding shelves were empty and there was nothing. There were some empty cans in the corner of the warehouse, and not far away there was a skeleton with its back against the wall. .

Judging from the cross-sectional outline of the skull, it was a male. He didn't seem to die in pain. He just held a can and lowered his head, as if he was asleep.

Xiao Wang scanned the skeleton to make sure that the other party was not an undead creature, then opened the door and walked out, while Su Ming did the same, but walked in the other direction of the corridor.

The voice-activated lights lit up with the sound of footsteps, and fallen bones could be seen from time to time in the corridor. There were also some light black blood stains on the walls. It seemed like a rebellion had occurred here.

"The electricity is provided by nuclear energy. The firearms in the hands of these skeletons are very ordinary. The carpets and clothes are also well preserved. The nuclear explosion should be less than 200 years ago."

"Hey."

Deathstroke walked around easily like visiting a museum while communicating with his symbiote. Every house along the corridor he passed would open the door and look inside, but they were obviously small rooms used for both accommodation and office use.

There was a nice bed, a desk, and many of the department signs hanging at the door fell to the ground and were covered with a layer of dust, but no corpses were found in more than a dozen rooms, which was strange.

"The dead have completely turned into white bones. Not to mention their brains, their bones are all crispy."

Su Ming tried to pick up a skull from the corridor, but as soon as his fingertips touched it, the skull shattered and collapsed like a soda cracker.

"Hey..."

Strangler is a little disappointed. It also wants to taste the brain of the parallel world. More importantly, without a brain, it cannot provide the host with more information.

"It doesn't matter. You can wait until you find the paper documents or computer hard drive. It's just a little troublesome."

The Supreme Mage touched the little bean sprouts on his shoulders and narrowed his crescent-shaped eyes. Then he pushed open a double-doored room, poked his head in and found that it was a conference room.

Bodies in suits were sitting on chairs one after another, as if they were still in a meeting. Their clothes were covered with dust, and almost everyone had an empty cup in front of them.

"Hey?"

"Well, it seems it's what you guessed."