Rebirth before the doomsday: I quietly emptied the city of supplies

"what?"

Luo Yan was startled. Boom, there are tens of thousands of people there.

At this time, Chen Yu no longer hesitated and said in a deep voice: "I will go to meet him. This person must be captured alive." "We will help you." "No."

Chen Yu shook his head and said slowly: "This guy may be more terrifying than General Mike. I'm afraid you will be killed instantly. So, I will go to see him alone."

Chen Yu set off resolutely.

Luo Yan and Qu Dan were not brought.

The spirit of the white pig is extremely rare and powerful, even more powerful than General Mike.

Although he should not be at the level of a Level 4 Psychic, he is already at the peak of Level 3. . To fight him head-on, Chen Yu might have to use all his cards. However, there might be other ways. Chen Yu has come up with a bad idea. He needs to give it a try.

If he succeeded, he might be able to catch him without even having to do anything. So Chen Yu set out alone.

On the dark blue ice outside, he kept jumping, each jump was ten thousand meters. In the mental map.

That powerful supernatural being has entered the territory of Asan Country. He is definitely going to look for a nuclear bomb.

There are not many survivors left in the country of Asan.

They didn't have any powerful infrastructure, nor did they have a super base that could accommodate a lot of people. So the people who survived were basically all superpowered people, and there were no more than a hundred of them.

They were concentrated in one corner of the capital. The white pig seemed to have some kind of telepathic ability, because he was heading straight in that direction.

Chen Yu was a little anxious.

He activated his supernatural powers to the peak state and rushed madly in that direction. He was afraid that the white pig would find the nuclear bomb first and successfully release it. That would be terrible.

Now is the time to race against time.

The bald eagles and the flower growers had their last unprecedented showdown in this world. Whoever hits the opponent's weak spot first will win.

There is a garden next to the railway station in the new city of the capital of Asan. Under the garden is the largest air-raid shelter in the city. At this moment, there are about 40 to 50 people still alive in the air-raid shelter. All of them are superpowers. There are no exceptions.

The worst is a level 1 mutant.

More than 30 of them were soldiers wearing special forces uniforms from India. The leader was a man with a big beard, tall and strong, and dark skin.

His eyes evolved into an ice-blue color, and his whole body was filled with chill. It looked like he had activated some kind of icy power. He was also the only one still wearing ordinary clothes. He didn't seem to feel the cold at all. The bearded man was called Singh. He was a lieutenant general of the special forces. He was also a powerful figure in the past.

Unfortunately, in this world, the entire country of Asan has so many people, which has surpassed the population of Xia and has become the world's most populous country. Now there are only a few dozen people left. And they are all superpowered. No ordinary person can survive to this day. Singh is helpless. But there is no other way. There is still hope when alive. There is nothing when dead. So, you must live if you can. Fortunately, the Asan people have a strong ability to survive. Their stomachs are comparable to cockroaches. They can eat anything.

Therefore, the survivors occasionally hunted some mutant animals and gradually stabilized their living standards. They did not plan to go out again. They decided to live here. After all, most of these people were warriors.

The rest have neither scientists nor doctors, and are incapable of doing anything. They can only hold on. Today.

Lieutenant General Singh felt his eyelids twitching when he woke up in the morning. He felt panicky.

I always feel like I have a bad premonition.

They also witnessed the nuclear explosion in the southern waters some time ago.

These people knew that there were survivors of the Bald Eagle and the Flower Planters, and they seemed to be working on it.

This is a good thing.

let's hit.

It would be better if we fight until both sides are defeated.

In the end, maybe you can even benefit from it.

So Lieutenant General Singh has been paying close attention to the situation in the southern waters.

Unfortunately, there was no movement afterwards.

I don't know if there is no one left to fight.

Just when he couldn't stand the panic any longer and was about to go out to get something to eat, there was suddenly a loud bang outside.

The walls of the entire underground air-raid shelter were constantly cracking due to the shaking.

Lieutenant General Singh was shocked.

At the same time, dozens of people in the air-raid shelter were in chaos. Some shouted "nuclear attack" and some shouted "earthquake".

Singh roared angrily: "Stop and shut up." The air-raid shelter was instantly filled with cold air.

The survivors, who were frightened like frightened birds, finally quieted down. The air-raid shelter was completely silent.

The walls and the cave ceiling cracked a little, and then there was no more movement. It didn't look like a nuclear attack.

A nuclear attack is not that weak. It's not like an earthquake.

Because the vibration came from above the head.

It was as if a huge object had crashed into the park above. Everyone was silent for a moment.

There has been no movement.

Lieutenant General Singh breathed a sigh of relief, gestured to everyone to keep quiet, and then slowly walked out. Just as he reached the door of the air-raid shelter, the door suddenly made a loud bang. A huge force smashed it into a huge dent. Singh was shocked.

You know, the ultimate door of the air-raid shelter is designed to prevent nuclear explosions and other large-scale disasters. The alloy steel plate of that door must be 20 centimeters thick. But now it has been dented. This is not the end.

As Singh was shocked, there was a loud bang. And then another.

As a result, the heavy metal door of the air-raid shelter was smashed out by the violent force and embedded into the wall with a bang.

A cold wind swept in.

Singh looked ashen.

Then, a majestic figure slowly walked in step by step. He was a white man. He didn't look very strong, but he was terrifyingly strong.

The feeling of oppression on my body is simply terrifying.

Lieutenant General Singh was only a Level 2 Psychic. When faced with such a powerful Psychic warrior, he was naturally suppressed. How could he resist? The remaining Psychics were even more doomed. Everyone was trembling with fear. They all hid in the innermost part.

The man who came in walked up to Singer step by step, looked at him with a cold face and said, "My name is Grady, a four-star general of the United States."

Singh hurriedly bowed carefully and said, "Hello, Mr. Grady. I am Singh, Lieutenant General of the Special Operations Brigade of the Indian Army. It is an honor to meet you, old man."

"Yeah." Grady was satisfied.

No matter his ability level or status, he is not as good as me. Don't say it's the end of the world, even in peacetime, if I come, he will have to lick my ass.

So Grady looked proud.

A look of contempt flashed across that old face.

After taking two steps inside and taking a look at the survivors who were living like animals, Grady was too lazy to look at them. He turned back to Singer and asked in a deep voice: "General Singer, I came here to know if you still have nuclear weapons." "Nuclear weapons?"

Singh was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "It's gone. A few months ago, there was one last one. Our few remaining engineers wanted to activate it, but it was snatched away by the Xia people."

"What?"