The end of the world: I can do whatever I want to anyone

New Year's Day, early morning.

A ray of sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the big bed in the bedroom.

The bed was messy, and there was a girl's lace shorts on it, but Tangze was the only one on the bed. Until now, Tangze still liked to sleep alone and didn't like women lying on him to sleep.

Perhaps the sunlight stung his eyes, Tang Ze frowned and opened his eyes slightly.

I was a little dazed at first, but when I saw the blue sky, I suddenly became alert.

I got up and walked to the balcony. The sunshine was so warm, the wind was no longer biting, and it was very gentle on my face. There was even only a little snow on the ground.

Check the current temperature.

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This temperature is much higher than I expected.

The temperature was -30° yesterday, but it dropped to 5° today. This temperature rise is frightening.

But Tang Ze smiled. A new year always requires a new atmosphere. It can't stay cold forever.

She put on her pajamas and walked out of the bedroom, calling Zhou Yang over.

"Brother, happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, I hope you find a girlfriend this year." Tang Ze joked while drinking coffee.

Zhou Yang patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Brother Tang, I promise I'll find a girlfriend."

"Then I'll wait and see. Set aside an area in Huzhou and create a paradise for men, so that the men in Huzhou can experience exotic customs and relax." There were many people in Huzhou before, but after the incident with the saint, half of them died. Now Huzhou is still quite vacant.

Zhou Yang took a deep breath and suddenly said seriously: "My mother once said that men should focus on their careers and not find a girlfriend so quickly."

Tang Ze: "..."

"Ling'er seems to have a big celebrity best friend..."

"My mother also said that to start a family and a career, you should start a family first and then start a career."

"Get out." Tang Ze was so amused that he laughed.

"Good."

"return."

"I'm coming."

Tang Ze said seriously: "The temperature is starting to rise now. Clean up the whole city. Don't let go of any dead rats in the sewers. Burn any animal carcasses."

"Nanjie is already organizing people. I was just about to go help when my eldest brother called me over."

Tang Ze nodded. Since it was his territory, he naturally had to ensure safety. As for other aspects, he could do it himself.

Although it was the first day of the Lunar New Year, everyone in Huzhou participated in the cleaning work.

Even a child was involved. These people knew that as long as they listened to Mr. Tang, they could survive.

Disobedient?

It's just like the saint and her followers.

Not only Huzhou, the bosses of all cities have issued orders to clean up the entire city and start building defense walls.

According to the company's previous plan, they would build high walls to resist the zombie waves, but only the Juding shelter did it, but the shelter has now been bombed into ruins.

So we had to keep everything simple, using iron plates, containers, and everything else we could to concentrate the population.

However, in the second year of junior high school.

The temperature rose by one degree again.

The third and fourth days of the New Year.

The temperature is rising every day. At this rate, the virus will reach its critical point in a month, and all the corpses that have not been cleaned up will stand up.

In addition to worrying about zombies, there is also the scorching heat brought by the high temperature.

It was freezing before, and next month it will probably be scorching hot. Now we can’t afford for every household to turn on the air conditioner.

At the same time, the surrounding small island countries also began to move, and the speed of warming completely exceeded expectations.

The sea surface is still frozen at this time, but if the temperature continues to rise, the glaciers will melt and everyone will drown without Tang Ze having to do anything.

At Changqi Port, you can see tens of thousands of vehicles already gathering. They have no intention of taking a boat, so they drive directly over.

The 800-kilometer distance can be covered in just a few hours.

"General Oda, everything is ready, just waiting for His Majesty the Emperor."

Yoshio Oda was wearing a black samurai suit with a red samurai sword hanging around his waist, but no one knew that he was a otaku who liked the two-dimensional world before.

But now he is a ruthless general under the Emperor, with more than 100,000 younger brothers under his command. He can kill anyone he wants and do whatever he wants to anyone he wants.

In the eyes of others, this is a killing god.

He massacred several large cities by himself, and his hands were stained with the blood of at least one million people.

It was not until he met a more powerful emperor that he surrendered.

A car with a chrysanthemum logo drove up from the middle, and the men in two rows bowed 90 degrees.

Oda Yoshio respectfully walked aside and opened the car door.

A man in a suit got out of the car. He didn't have his signature mustache, and his face was even groomed neatly. He looked fresh, but his eyes made people feel uneasy.

Emperor Satoshi, although he is the emperor, many people call him the god of death.

If the God of Killing Oda Yoshio has the blood of millions of people in his hands, then this God of Death has the blood of tens of millions of people in his hands. Together, these two people have killed at least four-tenths of their own people, truly reaching the state of taking pleasure in killing.

However, this emperor was a laid-off worker before and hated everything around him, especially those in the upper class.

At this time, a car behind stopped and the back door opened.

Two women got out of the car.

One of them is the Emperor's wife, Sato Kaori, who is dressed in a traditional kimono and looks dignified. In four words, she is graceful.

But don't be deceived by appearances, how could the wife of the god of death be an angel?

The other woman is their daughter, who is now also a princess-level figure.

Twenty-two-year-old Sato Ayumi.

Sato Ayumi

Although he is young, he is not good at hiding his hostility. He is like a poisonous scorpion in the darkness, ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

Her father is a killing god, and she is also a little killing god. She likes to torture her opponents the most, and her methods are so cruel that they are outrageous.

It can be described in three words.

Psychopath.

"Have you loaded the goods yet?"

Oda Yoshio said respectfully: "Time is tight, so only the important supplies are loaded. If we wait another two or three days, we can take away more supplies."

"It doesn't matter. Just take the black and blue ore. There are a lot of supplies over there, enough for our million warriors to eat and drink."

"Hi!"

Mr. Sato looked at the endless ice surface, then looked back at his city. He probably would never come back in this life, nor would he see the cherry blossoms in his hometown.

Then plant cherry blossoms opposite.

"Are all the women ready?" asked Sato.

"The Ye family has already made all the preparations. Our warriors can give birth immediately as long as they go there. In ten months, our warriors will double in number."

Mr. Sato nodded with satisfaction. Although there were millions of samurai, there were only a pitiful few tens of thousands of women among them. The rest were all dead. But these remaining women were not good people either. Although they looked extremely fragile on the surface, their methods were no weaker than those of men.

"Tokugawa chose to go north?"

"Yes Emperor, this guy is not very loyal."

Satofu smiled and said, "I wonder if Mr. Ye will be angry when he sees so many of us."

"Mr. Ye shouldn't be angry." A bloodthirsty look appeared on Oda Yoshio's lips. As long as that person went over there, all the members of the Ye family would die.

What qualifications do you have to dare to ask the emperor for things?

"Father, what are you waiting for? I can't wait to kill someone." Sato Ayumi licked her scarlet tongue and smiled.

The mother at the side smiled and said: "Ayumi, killing is an art. You are too cruel."

"Mother, let's see who kills more."

"Since you want to compete, then mother will compete with you."

Listening to his wife and daughter, Satofu laughed and said, "Then I want to participate, too."

"General Oda, do you want to participate as well?"

“It’s a great pleasure.”