Doomsday catastrophe: Stock up on tens of billions of supplies at the beginning

He took a few steps back in horror, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see any movement around him.

", was it just an illusion?"

Mu Yunhu looked left and right suspiciously, and really didn't see anything nearby, so he let go of his heart.

Patting his chest and gasping for a few breaths.

"The psychological effect, scientifically explained is the vague sounds emitted around it, resulting in auditory hallucinations, which will subconsciously transmit the voice that you think you think to your mind, and you will hear someone calling your name when you walk at night."

Mu Yun comforted himself so resolutely, and then began to look at the exquisite golden dragon robe in his hand.

Above the dragon robe, a golden dragon swirling and flying came to life, as if it would break through the air in the next moment.

Below the dragon, there is a mountain and river.

And the material of the whole dress, to the touch, is gentle and tough.

"This texture doesn't seem like satin..." Mu

Yun looked carefully, in order to verify the idea in his heart, he took out a pair of scissors and tentatively swiped it across the fabric.

"Can't even scratch?"

Mu Yun's eyes widened in surprise, and he took out the scissors again and swiped it fiercely.

"Click~ding!"

The scissors snapped in response.

Mu Yun stared at the half of the scissors blankly, and did not react for a long time.

The hardness of this dragon robe is too high!

"Could it be that this is the legendary golden silk that is invulnerable to swords and guns, and invincible to fire and water?"

"Isn't that all things from TV series, there really is."

Mu Yun became more and more excited, "No wonder Long Jiuxiao's kid wears it every day, it turns out to be a treasure for life-saving."

"Although I don't know why there is such an unreasonable thing in this world, but since even rebirth exists, this kind of thing seems to be closer to reality, hahahahaha, Lao Tzu is really lucky!"

The current Mu Yun naturally won't run around in a dragon robe, first put it into the ring, and then wear it later when the end of the world is over.

Although this cosplay is a bit shameful, it is all apocalyptic, as long as you can strengthen your strength, this shame is nothing.

Now, there was a dry corpse left in the coffin, Mu Yun had experienced two supernatural events before, and his small heart could no longer withstand too much stimulation.

For the sake of safety, it is better to receive it directly in the space ring.

With a bang, the black coffin disappeared at the same time along with the coffin lid on the ground.

Then Mu Yun called Chu Antian.

"President Mu, is something wrong?"

"Help me set a cemetery."

"Ha??!"

"No, Mr. Mu, isn't it too early, you're still so young."

Chu Antian on the other end of the phone was so shocked that he almost bit the tip of his tongue.

She remembered that Mu Yun was an orphan, and the only relative left around was Lin Keke, and this cemetery was obviously chosen for herself.

Chu Antian suddenly made up countless tragic scenes in his mind.

Could it be that President Mu was terminally ill, knew that his life was not long in coming, and began to squander the company's funds... Clouds.

The little girl immediately sympathized with Mu Yun's experience, and the cruel reality of dying at a young age and suffering from a terminal illness, this is simply ... It's pathetic.

Chu Antian's eyes were red, and tears had begun to flow.

"Don't guess, hurry up, by the way, the cemetery is bigger, used to put coffins, you can't tell others about this."

"Don't worry, Mr. Mu, woo, I know, you don't want Coco to worry, do you."

"Well, that's it, hang up."

"Hey?! Feed? Mr. Mu! Don't give up the treatment, hey..." Hearing

the "beep" sound coming from the other end of the phone, Chu Antian's eyes were resolute.

"I will definitely choose the best cemetery, and I will definitely let President Mu go down and live comfortably."

Wiping away his tears, Chu Antian immediately contacted the cemetery and began to select a site.

As for Mu Yun, he didn't know that this little girl's brain circuit would be so strange, he just wanted to let the mysterious dried corpse in the coffin go into the earth.

If you take someone's treasure, how can you express it.

After explaining this matter, Mu Yun continued his daily stockpiling task.

Shuttling back and forth between the detached villa and the warehouse, occasionally taking a trip to the company to process the next documents.

As for the people of Dongxing, Mu Yun did not let them be idle.

In addition to going around the warehouse every day, the trucks rented for them also let them pump all the oil out of the tank and go to gas stations around the city to refuel.

No way, without special documents, the government does not allow private enterprises to hoard gasoline, the trouble is a little troublesome, but after these days of operation, Mu Yun also got 10 tons of gasoline.

It is expected that by the beginning of the end times, it should be possible to collect about 100 tons.

Plus the hundred tons sent by the arms dealer there, which is enough for Mu Yun's early use.

As for the later period, the role of those modern tools is not so important, that is the world of the supernatural.

......

Half a month later.

As time passed, there were more and more materials in Muyun's space, and the water of Qiandao Lake accounted for 40% of the space, food accounted for 4%, daily goods accounted for 8%, and other miscellaneous items accounted for 1%.

It's not that there are fewer materials, but Mu Yun's space is too big.

There is still no way to fill this space with the goal I have set.

At this time, there are 54 days before the end times!

Today, Mu Yun, as usual, went to the single-family villa to collect food.

But when he finished collecting the food at noon, several uninvited guests came to the door.

"President Mu, someone from the procuratorate came to the company to find you, did you..." Hearing

the somewhat worried tone on the other end of the phone, Mu Yun frowned slightly.

"Got it, I'll come right over."

Hanging up the phone, Mu Yun drove the red supercar to the downstairs of the company.

He had expected this situation.

The flow of 30 billion yuan will inevitably cause a reaction from above, and the time to calculate is almost coming.

Coming to the office, two uniformed men sat on the couch, which looked like they should have been sent by the prosecutor's office to investigate the funds in his account.

"I am Mu Yun, may I ask what happened when you came to me?"

The older of the two prosecutors took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Mu Yun, and said seriously.

"Mr. Mu, you are suspected of misappropriating other people's assets, and according to the relevant regulations, we suspect that you are suspected of money laundering..."

"Wait," Mu Yun raised his hand to stop his words.

"The crime of money laundering cannot be arbitrarily withheld, I am a legitimate investment, and I don't want to wronged a good person without evidence."

The two prosecutors glanced at each other, as if they did not expect Mu Yun to dare to contradict them.

The older one was silent for a moment, then opened another stack of documents.

"This is a summons document, whether the truth is true or not, please come with us."