The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

Although it was already ten o'clock in the evening, the natural disaster was so severe that Xia Meng and the others could not rest yet.

Xia Meng looked at everyone and said, "I'm afraid everyone will have to work hard this time."

Luo Susu took the lead in responding,

"It's not hard! Compared with those people affected by the disaster, we are much better off."

"Yes, District Chief, this is our job and what we should do."

"District Chief, please assign the tasks!"

Xia Meng's eyes swept across the young and energetic faces. She did not see the evil of human nature after the disaster in these people, but instead saw human kindness, courage and unity.

They are very young, but their words and actions are affecting the world unknowingly.

Qian Biao's family of three, who were standing nearby, couldn't help but be moved when they saw this scene.

Qian Biao whispered something to his wife, and his wife nodded without hesitation.

So Qian Biao stretched out his hand, and when Xia Meng looked at him, a simple and bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"District Chief Xia, I want to help too."

Xia Meng looked at Qian Biao's wife, who was holding a child in her arms. When Xia Meng looked over, she nodded slightly at Xia Meng, silently but firmly expressing her support.

Xia Meng nodded, "Okay!"

"But don't worry, our soldiers have already been dispatched and will help us with disaster relief."

Hearing about the soldiers, everyone became more optimistic.

Their soldiers are their confidence in facing any difficulties and their barrier against all disasters.

They still worked in groups of three, heading in different directions, and then reported the specific disaster situation to her.

Finally, there were two people left, and Xia Meng led Wang Wenna into a separate group.

Everyone believed in Xia Meng's ability and did not raise any objections, but just reminded Xia Meng to be careful.

The children in the orphanage are taken care of by Teacher Li, who has also contacted the director and other teachers of the orphanage, so Xia Meng doesn't need to worry too much.

Xia Meng led Wang Wenna out of the office building. After it stopped raining, the water level dropped a bit, but it was still as deep as an adult's shoulders, so Xia Meng and Wang Wenna paddled out in a kayak.

The first community they visited this time was a high-end one. When they arrived, the owners were working with the property management to rescue people.

People living on the first floor have been arranged by the property management to move to the property center building and are fine for the time being.

Xia Meng found the property manager and asked about the situation carefully.

“Are there any casualties in your community?”

"Not yet," said the property manager, a man in his thirties. He spoke clearly and efficiently, and was trusted by the owners.

"Before the hurricane came, we had already notified all the owners in the group to take precautions. When the water level reached the calf, we began to help the owners evacuate in the heavy rain."

Xia Meng nodded and asked the manager a few more questions.

When Xia Meng asked about the situation, Wang Wenna stood by and wrote down the name of the community and the specific situation in the community.

Since the damage in this community was not serious, Xia Meng hurried to the next community.

The next community is an old one, and there are many elderly people in the community. Some of them were DINKs when they were young and have no children!

Some elderly people's children settled abroad and never returned.

Some elderly people’s children unfortunately died during natural disasters!

In short, there are still many lonely elderly people in this old community.

When Xia Meng went there, she saw the property management and some young owners in the community helping the elderly and widowed.

The property management fee for this community is relatively cheap, so naturally the number of property management staff that can be hired is small, and it is not possible to provide everything like high-end communities.

When Xia Meng arrived, she rushed to help and asked about the disaster situation in the property community.

The property manager of the community was a man in his fifties. He was very excited to see Xia Meng.

"District Chief Xia, you are here," the tone was very familiar.

Xia Meng, "Well, what's the situation? Have all the people been rescued?"

"Not yet," the property manager pointed to a house not far away.

"Mr. Guo and his wife are still in their room. I don't know what's going on with them now. The door to their house is a big iron door, very strong, and we can't open it."

Xia Meng, "The door can't be opened, what about the window?"

The property manager said, "There are security windows, and they can't be opened for a while."

Xia Meng said, "I'll go take a look, you help here first."

Property manager: "Okay, thank you!"

Xia Meng led Wang Wenna to the old couple's house in a kayak. The windows had been flooded, so Xia Meng got off the boat and entered the corridor.

Wang Wenna also hurried off the boat, "District Chief, it's dangerous!"

Xia Meng, "It's okay."

The water reached above Xia Meng's shoulders. She walked into the corridor step by step. Seeing that the big iron gate was almost submerged, she took a deep breath, then used all her strength to kick the big iron gate hard.

The big iron gate shook violently and made dull sounds underwater.

After failing to kick it away, Xia Meng took two steps back and kicked hard again.

With a "bang", the iron gate was finally kicked open.

Xia Meng walked in. There was no one in the living room. She walked towards the bedroom. When she pushed open the bedroom door with difficulty and saw the scene inside, she was immediately stunned.

Wang Wenna walked to Xia Meng with difficulty and saw Xia Meng standing at the door of the bedroom, staring straight inside, motionless. She asked curiously,

"District Chief, what's wrong?"

As Wang Wenna spoke, she walked to Xia Meng's side and looked in the direction Xia Meng was looking. Then her eyes widened, and she subconsciously closed her mouth, with tears welling up in her eyes.

I saw an old couple hugging each other on the bed in the bedroom, lying there quietly. Their faces were so clear in the floating water, as if they were not dead, but asleep.

The old couple hugged each other tightly, with the corners of their mouths even slightly raised. There was no sign of struggle around them. It was obvious that they had chosen... death!

Wang Wenna couldn't help crying.

Xia Meng sighed softly, turned around, and patted Wang Wenna's shoulder comfortingly.

"The old people are tired, let them...rest!"

Wang Wenna nodded, tears indeed could not stop falling down.

"Ah."

Xia Meng pulled Wang Wenna out. When they got outside, the property manager saw Xia Meng coming out and the door was kicked open. He was immediately happy and said,

"District Chief, you'd better leave. We have tried many ways to open the door, but we couldn't do it." He looked behind Xia Meng and asked with concern.

"Are Mr. Guo and his wife okay?"

Xia Meng shook her head, while Wang Wenna, who was standing beside her, couldn't help but burst into tears.

The smile on the property manager's face gradually disappeared. He seemed to realize something and his expression suddenly became somewhat sad.

"District Director Xia, Mr. and Mrs. Guo..."

Xia Meng, "They chose... to end their own lives!"

Upon hearing this, the property manager's eyes suddenly turned red, and he even blamed himself a little,