The rookie returns and flies in the apocalypse

One to the left and one to the right, the two of them cleared from the side to the inside.

Zuo Ling filled the space with snow while clearing it. He cleared it very quickly, but Professor Jin was much slower.

A lot of hailstones from yesterday are stuck to the ground, making it easy to slip if you're not careful.

Zuo Ling tripped several times while wearing polar hiking boots that were not easy to slip, not to mention the elderly Professor Jin.

No matter how careful the old man is, his feet will still slip.

Zuo Ling was worried when he saw it, and he was very afraid that he would accidentally fall or something. The men speeded up, cleared their own, and helped Professor Jin clear half of it.

Professor Jin saw it and was sure that the little girl was cold-faced and warm-hearted.

When the two of them met, Professor Jin was so tired that he gasped:

"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I'm old, I'm too old, I can't keep up, I'm making you tired, thank you."

Zuo Ling really wanted to say, how about I take care of your snow, so that you wouldn't have to stumble around, and I would have to pay more attention to you.

She has a spatial cheating device, and clearing twice as much snow is nothing.

But she couldn't say anything. She felt uneasy thinking about it, so she turned around and said:

"The road is slippery, be careful not to break your bones."

Professor Jin: "..."

Why don't you expect me to order well?

Alas, the little girl is good at everything, but her mouth is too tight. If she doesn't speak, she will be irritating. If she speaks, she will be even more irritating.

"Girl, I know there is a place with supplies." Professor Jin said in a low voice.

Look, come on, she will know!

Looking at him sideways, whose son is he from?

"This is the doomsday theorist I told you about. His family must have supplies."

Zuo Ling was speechless. After robbing your son and robbing your son's friends, aren't you a professor who teaches and educates people? Where are your moral integrity?

The meaning in her eyes was too revealing.

Professor Jin blushed:

"My son and his friends went abroad to discuss business and were not in the country. With the continuous natural disasters, I am afraid that the end has really come. If we don't take it now, things will change later."

After all, they are highly intelligent people who wake up quickly. The vast majority of people are either waiting for national rescue or waiting for God to show mercy. 33?0?5qxs.?0?4m

Zuo Ling really didn't want to go. The materials in the space were enough for her to eat, sleep and drink for a lifetime, but it was obviously unreasonable for her to say she wasn't interested.

Rolling his eyes, he thought of a reason not to go:

"Since you are a doomsday theorist, your home must be built like a fortress. There are several bank-level security doors, so we can't get in."

Professor Jin patted his chest and confirmed:

"I'll definitely be able to get in, don't worry. If you run away empty-handed, all the Maotai liquor my son got will be yours. How about that?"

The high-quality packaged Maotai liquor was much more expensive than the ordinary ones. Afraid that Zuo Ling would not go away, Professor Jin laid a lot of bait.

A quick glance at Professor Jin's scheming revealed that it was the end of the world. No matter how good the wine was, it was not as useful as food. It looked generous, but in fact it was of little use to Zuo Ling.

Professor Jin's family has not had to worry about food and drink for two or three years, so what he should be eyeing is the charcoal and gas cylinders in the doomsday theorist's house.

His son followed suit and was able to stock up on 500 boxes of charcoal and 50 boxes of cassette stove gas tanks.

The doomsday theorist could only stock up on more than his son's house, and he might even be able to find gas cans.

"Your son is friends with someone. Wouldn't it be better to pry into his home? Aren't you afraid that your son will come back and sever the father-son relationship with you?"

Professor Jin’s eyes darkened:

"A few days ago, I still received reports from the beautiful country. The disaster is no less than our country. Now the Internet is down and I can't receive the news. If he can come back alive and sever ties with me, I admit it, but I'm afraid he won't come back. . I will not move his friend’s things within a year, and I will return them to him when I come back. For your share, let my son pay it to him. After one year..."

Professor Jin did not continue.

He hasn't come back for a year, which means that the possibility of coming back is very small, so why not say anything, don't say anything at all.

Having said that, it is even more unreasonable not to pick up a large amount of supplies knowing that they are somewhere.

We made an appointment to leave at 5:[-] the next day.

To get up early, Zuo Lingshao made some food and rested at 10 p.m.

When I went downstairs early the next morning, Professor Jin was waiting downstairs early.

As soon as he saw Zuo Ling, he said:

"I found some materials and put them on your wheels to prevent rolling nails."

Zuo Ling touched it. It was thick, a bit like plastic. It was covered with large and small honeycomb holes and had a certain elasticity.

I thought to myself, why didn’t you take it out earlier? Wouldn’t this delay your trip?

Professor Jin chuckled and explained, "I just remembered it at night. It was too late to knock on your door."

Zuo Ling didn't say anything. She and Professor Jin were working together on a temporary basis, and it was normal for people to have selfish motives.

The material of the anti-roll nail plate is not cheap, and it is not easy to take it out.

Go down to the garage, remove the anti-skid chains, attach the materials Professor Jin brought, and put the anti-skid chains back on.

After finishing the work, more than half an hour passed.

Looking at Professor Jin's suitcase again, Zuo Ling didn't know what to say.

There were several large and small military net bags installed on the front, back, left, and right of the trailer, even on the roof. They were obviously used to hold firewood.

The old guy doesn't leave any gaps.

Professor Jin looked calm and did not blush.

Alas, stop saying anything and just help others until the end.

Get in the car and go.

Kyoto, which had just taken a breath, was once again beyond recognition.

A hailstorm completely destroyed the house, which was weighed down by continuous snowstorms.

Many people were snatching branches from trees. Not only were the branches broken, but the intact trees were also doomed. The institutional restraints against indiscriminate felling were gone.

What's worse is that broken wires can be seen everywhere, and the intact ones are covered with thick layers of ice, trembling and overwhelmed.

The high-voltage electrical box was frozen into a big ice shell. Even the cars were driven out of the city and no one was seen repairing it.

The traffic lights were useless, traffic rules disappeared overnight, and large cars and small cars quickly and cautiously crossed the streets.

Fortunately, the snow is heavy, the weather is cold, and there are few people and cars on the streets, otherwise there would be many traffic accidents.

Professor Jin murmured:

"The capital has become like this, what will it be like outside?"

Zuo Ling didn't answer and drove silently.

The place they were going to was still the villa area where Professor Jin's son lived.

The two of them walked more than half the distance, and all the broken trees and branches on the road were picked up.

After picking it up for a long time, the military net bag was not even full.

They looked at each other, understood each other's feelings, and then sawed the tree directly.

After sawing a tree, Zuo Ling said:

"Just fill the net bag full, leave some space and see what your son's friends have at their house. If it's not full, come back and saw again."

After reaching an agreement, we walked towards the villa area.

There was dead silence in the community, and there was no guard on guard. Zuo Ling felt bad.

First, I went to Professor Jin's son's house and walked around. The four doors were wide open and it was obviously ransacked.

The supplies that were not taken away last time, the hostess's bags and shoes, the male host's clothes, household appliances, furniture, including the car in the garage, were all missing.

Professor Jin's son's family was not the only one who was robbed. The two villas passing by showed signs of being patronized.

Professor Jin's face was as dark as rain. He went to the study and walked around. When he came back, he had an extra package in his hand, and his face looked better.

Zuo Ling didn't ask what it was, and guessed that there was something like a hidden compartment in the study.

I had given up hope on this trip and thought of going back to cut down a truckload of wood, but I thought it was nothing.

With the idea of ​​​​going to see it, I came to the door of Doomsday Theorist.

Upon entering, two human figures are bulging, sticking to the closed door like ice sculptures.

After a long circle around the doomsday theorist, we found several more corpses.

The ice sculpture and several other corpses must have been electrocuted.

Breathe a sigh of relief, the doomsday theorists haven't been defeated yet.

Zuo Ling watched Professor Jin's movements. She didn't want to be electrocuted into an ice sculpture.

Professor Jin took out something like a remote control and pressed the door a few times.

The red light flashed, the green light stayed on...the door opened.

Zuo Ling stared, it was so simple! I suddenly felt that the security door at home was no longer safe.

The ice sculpture was an eyesore, so Professor Jin used his engineer shovel to shovel it down twice and gave it a handsome kick.

I wanted to kick the obstruction a few meters away, but it didn't move. Instead, my foot hurt from the kick. I grinned and jumped.

Zuo Ling suppressed his laughter, helped him, and kicked the ice sculpture into the snowdrift.

Professor Jin was embarrassed and walked inside while rubbing his nose.

Zuo Ling drove the car into the courtyard, got out of the car, closed the door, and bolted the door to prevent intruders from intruding while sorting supplies.

Professor Jin, who had just lost face, started to play tricks.

After pressing a few times on the remote control, the door clicked, a pleasant music sounded, the colored lights flashed at the same time, and the words 'Beware of Electricity' popped up.

The sudden noise scared Zuo Ling and he backed away repeatedly, fearing that he would be electrocuted when he hit the door.

Professor Jin’s orange peel face exploded and he smiled like an old naughty boy.

I'm not as good at fighting as you, and for the rest, huh! You are far worse than me, old man.