Ice apocalypse, I hoard tens of billions of supplies

The cold wind is like a knife, and the setting sun is like blood.

The blurry evening light lingers at the end of the sea and sky.

The cold and calm on the sea level is terrifying, leaving only the vast dead silence between heaven and earth.

Above the vast ocean of ice, a huge icebreaker slowly approached.

It has been drifting on the sea for several days. If it were not for this huge icebreaker, it would never be able to traverse the deep sea in such a frozen apocalypse.

But at this time, there were not many crew members visible on this huge icebreaker.

Because the huge hull can withstand the erosion of the ice ocean, but it cannot stop the shoal wind on the sea that is sharper than a knife.

The entire Shirase has always been driverless. Today in 2050, artificial intelligence has replaced most of the work in the mechanical field.

Even in this dangerous environment, waves of deep music vaguely came from the ship.

On the deck of the Shirase icebreaker, a man wearing a gray newsboy cap and a suit and vest of the same color was lazily leaning against the railing.

He has a slender build and looks to be around thirty or forty years old.

To be able to stay outside in such a cold environment without wearing cold-proof clothes shows that he must be a strange person, and he is a strange person with a very good physique or the ability to withstand the cold.

The deep music came from the Shakuhachi in his hand.

When the song ended, he looked at the dead sea and looked up into the distance.

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. When he smiled, he gave people a very evil feeling, like a scheming fox.

He put away the Shakuhachi, turned around and walked towards the cabin.

In the cabin below, there were more people at this time.

The warm air brought by the air conditioner makes the environment below comfortable and pleasant.

When Newsboy Hat came in, there was a man dressed as a warrior lying lazily beside the wall by the door.

He had long bun, wore a dark blue kimono, and was barefoot.

Although he looked like he was sleeping, he was holding a katana wrapped in red thread in his arms.

Through his loose kimono, you can vaguely see a short sword hidden in his arms.

At the bar not far away, two men were gambling. The simplest way of gambling was to guess coins.

A man with a slicked back hair and gold-rimmed glasses was in charge of the dealer.

And the man opposite him with a long scar on his face guessed heads and tails.

It seemed like a fair game, but Scarface kept losing, and soon there were empty bottles of sake piled up in front of him.

The newsboy hat passed the samurai and the two gamblers and came to the center of the cabin.

Here, there is a small table.

A woman wearing a witch costume was sitting at the table.

There was an ancient scroll open in front of her. She was holding a brush with an imp statue on its head and dipping it into the ink in the box next to it.

But the ink was not black, but red, as bright as blood.

Newsboy Cap knelt down half in front of her, raised his head and asked with a smile: "What's my luck today?"

The miko bowed respectfully to the newsboy hat and said, "Shangji!"

Newsboy Cap nodded with satisfaction and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"That would be great! If we keep going like this, we will be able to land in that city called Linhai soon."

He turned to look at the sofa not far away. Sitting on it was a man nearly two meters tall and as strong as a brown bear.

But the man was wearing a black suit and flipping through a sailing magazine with his thick palms. The picture was somewhat inconsistent.

"Da Gongzhui, how far do we have to go?"

The man named Dagong Yanjin said without raising his head, "There are still three days."

The newsboy hat raised his head with a smile, looked at the ceiling and sighed:

"There are still three days, right?"

"In three days, we will land in the place called China."

"Then, write a legendary story that belongs to us!"

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The investigation team's mission in Tianhai City is over.

Baili Changqing led the team members back to Jinling, and back to the super military fortress located on the east side of Jinling that was built with a lot of money - Blizzard City!

The sky is covered with heavy snow, and this gray super building is crawling on the ground like a beast.

The tall city wall is more than fifty meters high, and every three meters there is a soldier with a loaded gun and wearing a black combat uniform guarding it.

There is a tower every ten meters with a high-speed machine gun inside. With a rate of fire of 6000 rounds per minute, it can tear apart all carbon-based organisms in an instant!

The construction of this super fortress covering an area of ​​thousands of square kilometers began decades ago.

According to Shengjing's military plan, Blizzard City and five other militarized fortresses are known as China's last six lines of defense.

They have the most powerful army and weapons and equipment in China.

No matter what happens, as long as they are still there, China will stand firm!

Baili Changqing's car came under the tall city wall and drove into the heavy metal gate after inspection.

Inside Blizzard City, it was quiet and even a little depressing.

There will be no famine or unrest due to food shortages here.

But what is implemented here is comprehensive military management.

Therefore, there are almost no activities of ordinary people in the streets and alleys.

There are only soldiers here, and special personnel working for Blizzard City.

After Baili Changqing and the others returned, staff members came immediately to take them for inspection.

These team members who are fighting outside need to ensure that their physical condition is normal after returning and that they will not bring in unknown germs from the outside world.

After a complicated inspection, a young officer appeared in front of Baili Changqing.

He was wearing a straight green military uniform, his head straight up, and a pair of priceless gold-rimmed glasses.

After seeing Baili Changqing, he said: "Lieutenant Colonel Baili, please come with me!"

Baili Changqing nodded and followed the young soldier.

The identity of this soldier is not ordinary. He is Lan Xincheng, the secretary of Zhu Zheng, the supreme commander of Jiangnan Region.

He was a civil servant with an unusual family background, and was very trusted by Zhu Zheng.

As usual, after they returned from their assigned tasks, they all needed to report the situation to Zhu Zheng personally.

What's more, this time, Tianhai City's problems are more serious.

After all, the death of a captain-level figure was enough to alarm the entire Blizzard City hierarchy.

Baili Changqing followed Lan Xincheng to the command center and Zhu Zheng's office.

"Commander, Baili Changqing has arrived."

Lan Xincheng was outside the office and reported to Zhu Zheng through the communication device.

After receiving Zhu Zheng's affirmative reply, Lan Xincheng moved out of the way, and the dark silver metal door in front of him slowly opened.

Baili Changqing felt a little nervous and walked in step by step with a straight face.

After all, this time he came here to lie to Zhu Zheng.

Although he had discussed it with the team members before coming, everyone agreed with his approach.

But Zhu Zheng's majesty is too deep-rooted in the hearts of everyone in Blizzard City.

So much so that this veteran who has been fighting for a long time will be afraid of him.