My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Time and space change, and the mist rises and falls.

As the countdown on the screen ends.

It was just like the clouds and fog when it arrived. When Somo came back to his senses, the territory in front of him had long disappeared.

In front of me, the warm sunlight was still shining directly through the front windshield of the climbing car, bringing heat inside.

It seemed like everything that happened before was just a dream.

"came back?"

Rubbing his face in surprise, Sumo turned sideways and met Feng Long who was lying on the car window, looking curiously inside.

Press the button and the window opens.

Seeing that Su Mo still looked dazed, as if he hadn't woken up, Feng Long patted his head and said quickly:

"Hey, Director, you're awake. Did I disturb you?"

"Well, we have prepared breakfast. Do you want to get up, wash up, eat something and then go to bed? I told you last night that you must be exhausted!"

It was rare to see Su Mo looking so sleepy and exhausted. Feng Tianmin, who was walking by, was also startled.

in everyone’s mind.

Somo's energy seems to be endless. Every time I see him, he is full of energy and full of motivation.

Even if they met occasionally at night or early in the morning, Sumo never showed any emotional state such as fatigue.

But today, the situation seems to be a little different.

Sitting in the car, even though Feng Long was talking, Su Mo's eyes were still staring straight ahead, as if he had not calmed down.

Obviously, he is tired and confused!

"I'm fine!"

Seeing the worried looks of the two people outside the car, Sumo shook his head and looked away.

Is the murloc seen in the last scene the murloc army he led in the White Sand Ruins?

At that time, I was extremely convinced, but after thinking about it repeatedly, I still dare not make a conclusion yet.

After all, he had calculated everything, and his stay in that world was only close to a hundred days. If there were other alien races that looked similar to the fishmen, it was possible.

It was even certain that these fishmen were from the Baisha Ruins.

Soma was also 100% wary.

Because only Somo himself knew what a ridiculous and strange thing he did as the supreme commander of the deep sea before leaving that world.

Abolition of divine authority.

Start the industrial revolution.

He left behind countless basic research and drawings, as well as all the advanced ideas that humans have developed for thousands of years!

These were originally done unintentionally before leaving.

Now, it has become a serious problem!

If these advanced things were studied by a disorganized race, it would be difficult for hundreds or thousands of years to truly digest them and convert them into strength.

But given the fish-men in the deep sea who enforce orders and prohibitions and take their own words as their edict, I'm afraid it won't take a few decades for them to be completely transformed.

"Based on one day in the outside world and one hundred days in the deep sea world, it has been nearly two months since I left the ruins, and it is calculated in the ruins."

"6,000 days! Nearly 17 years!"

"After such a long period of development, those buildings were probably built by them!"

"Could it be that I accidentally used my ocean authority to force them out of the ruins?"

Realizing that he was in big trouble, he zipped up his coat and stood up from the climbing car.

"I have to tell you two bad news first. During the week we left, there was a big trouble in the territory."

"You two still remember the three-story small supermarket we searched for at noon yesterday? Now a similar one has appeared in the territory."

"But its scale, according to what I just used certain methods to detect, is probably a hundred or a thousand times that of the one we encountered yesterday!"

Wow!

Use the most plain words to describe the most serious problems.

In an instant, the expressions of Feng Tianmin and Feng Long changed wildly, and gradually became serious.

"Feng Long, go find the radio station first and try to see if you can call the signal from the territory here."

"If not, arrange for two people to be given to me as soon as possible. I have orders to bring them back to the territory immediately!"

Feng Long nodded and left quickly.

"Tianmin, the plan may have changed. We need to speed up the journey to the mountains of thousands of miles. The day after tomorrow at the latest, we must at least touch the center and go inward."

"Not only did this mysterious building appear in the territory, but also a group of aliens who don't know good and evil came. I'm worried that things will change over time."

Facing Feng Tianmin, Sumo continued to make arrangements.

I am already familiar with the terrain and climbing rhythm in the thousands of miles of mountains, and my speed should indeed be increased like last night.

Only in this way can we match the tense rhythm of the end of the world.

As for the dangers and losses that may occur along the way, Sumo couldn't care less at this moment.

After all, if it weren't for the fact that he could maintain direct communication with this group of fishmen in the territory, he could still control the scale delicately.

Otherwise, at this moment, there would be no time to go into the mountains, and it would be too late to run back to the territory.

"Delay will lead to change!"

"In a week or two at most, even if I can't find out the specific situation in the mountains, I will rush back as soon as possible."

"There must not be any problems in the territory!"

Watching Feng Tianmin quickly go down to make arrangements and stand on the top of the seventh mountain of Bapan Mountain, Sumo was secretly alert.

On the surface.

This time it was just a new building and a foreign village that came to the territory. It was not a big deal.

But thinking deeply, this is the first time such a strange phenomenon has happened in the wasteland after so many reincarnations.

In the dark, Sumo could feel that something big was about to happen, something far more terrifying than the current disaster.

But when I think about it in detail, I can't find a clue. I can't figure out where the origin of this disaster is.

Under such circumstances, there is no Dongfeng as a foundation and no ballistic missile as a trump card.

The only choice left for Sumo was to return to the territory as soon as possible.

Adhere to the strategy of building walls high, hoarding food, and taking the time to become king, and try to accumulate enough strength to survive this chaos before it breaks out.

At that time, no matter where this disaster starts from, the territory will have the power to resist.

And this is exactly how to survive in the wasteland!

The edge of the New World.

A low-lying area near the west coast.

Here, the snow in the distance still shows no sign of melting, and there are ice sheets everywhere.

But what is extremely unexpected is that in this low-lying area, there is a small village lying quietly in it, like an isolated island in the sea.

Quiet and full of temptation.

As the sun gradually rises, the sunlight shines on the small town.

On the snow-covered street, two plump black bears were shaking their conspicuous big butts, burrowing through the broken window cabinets along the street, looking for food.

For them, everything here is full of unknowns and curiosity.

But today, the two bears were obviously dissatisfied.

A few days ago, the two of them found dozens of well-packaged bags of meat here, and they ate their fill for the first time in a long time.

But when I came back after sleeping for two or three days, all the food seemed to have disappeared. I searched four or five houses and couldn't find any trace.

Someone looted this place while they were gone?

With this thought in mind, the two black bears were about to roar to the sky to vent their inner anger.

But suddenly, there were two gunshots in the distance.

This shot was extremely accurate, hitting the heads of two black bears almost at the same time, causing two beautiful flowers of blood to bloom.

Put it in the game.

Suffering such injuries, the two black bears might be able to fight back and kill the shooter, Lao Yinbi.

But in reality, their eyes turned black, and all their strength suddenly disappeared.

"Nice!"

Lying on the top of a house, Feng Zhou stood up and shouted excitedly.

This wasn't his first time hunting.

Before this mysterious town appeared, the aliens who died in his hands were unknown.

But compared to killing aliens, hunting such large carnivores.

Obviously, the latter is undoubtedly more rewarding and less difficult.

"Stop shouting. If you keep shouting, it will be bad if another monster comes out!"

Crouching next to Feng Zhou, He Qiu was also a little excited.

As early as on earth, the two have been best friends growing up together.

After arriving in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, they joined the same gathering place by chance and became life-long companions who supported each other.

Counting past hunts.

This time in front of me is probably the biggest gain the two of them have had in such a long time!

Comparable to the last time I got a gun.

"Okay, I'll go right away, you continue to be vigilant!" Feng Zhou nodded, vigorously pulled the railing beside him, stepped on the security window below, and slid to the ground in a few clicks.

Then, he saw two black bears still struggling on the ground at the end of his sight, and he was not afraid.

He just tiptoed closer, and when he was five steps away, he took out the scimitar from his waist and stepped forward suddenly.

Hooray.

Human beings who have lived in the apocalypse for more than four months naturally have no hesitation in their hearts.

As Feng Zhou slashed with his knife, the black bear that was not completely dead before was cut into the wound very roughly and made no sound immediately after a few cuts.

"Hey, these two black bears, each weighs at least three hundred kilograms of meat."

"These two have made a fortune!"

As expected of the New World, which is full of treasures, Feng Zhou weighed the black bear with his hands, with a smile on his face and great pride in his heart.

In the previous choice between the New World and the Deep Sea, the two of them chose the New World almost without hesitation to gain a great future.

And the current facts also prove that the two people's choice was not wrong.

Although the magnitude of the disaster here will not be reduced as much as in the deep sea.

But similarly, after the disaster, the subsequent rewards in the new continent are also dazzlingly rich.

Various wild animals appear suddenly.

Human structures falling from the sky.

Small villages and towns on earth appear inexplicably.

These are just the gifts of the game to the brave men of the New World after a heavy snowfall disaster has passed.

"We only need to survive three or five more disasters, and I'm afraid we can go out and set up our own business and gather the survivors to establish a territory!"

While thinking about the beautiful days ahead, he carefully put the released bear blood into a portable watering can for later use.

When the blood flow slowed down, Feng Zhou stepped forward, took out a crowbar and began to turn the black bear's body laboriously.

"Wait, what is this?"

Turning to the front, Feng Zhou originally wanted to continue bleeding, but after inadvertently looking at it, he discovered something strange.

There was a gap of about fifteen centimeters on the black bear's belly.

Unlike the fresh wound on his forehead, this gap has begun to fester and looks like it has been there for some time.

If you get closer and smell it, you can still smell the fishy smell of rotting flesh despite the strong smell of blood.

"No, how can these two black bears look like normal people with such huge wounds?"

He crushed the wound with his fingers and saw that the flesh and blood that had been poked disintegrated like fragments before his eyes.

Feng Zhou was shocked and quickly retracted his finger.

The current gap is enough for someone to put their fist in and pull it out.

But the strange thing is that judging from the previous behavior of the two black bears, they were obviously unaware of the wound.

Without thinking clearly about the relationship between this, Feng Zhou could only keep all these doubts in his heart and continue to collect the black bear's blood.

only.

Even he himself didn't notice that the place where he had just crushed it to pieces with his fingers was being stitched back together at a terrifying speed.

The black blood stuck to his fingers seemed to have gained life, and it penetrated along the old wounds left on his fingers that had not yet fully healed.

It was already early three o'clock in the afternoon.

On the outskirts of the New World, the terrain here is complex and undulating, and there is a serious lack of lighting.

For the survivors, there is no such thing as evening. It is evening after five o'clock.

Well aware of the dangers of walking at night, Feng Zhou and He Qiu couldn't help but speed up their pace, following the scattered footprints on the snow.

From time to time, wait until you have climbed over a depression again.

Looking at the gathering place at the end of their sight, the two of them looked at each other and smiled.

over there.

There is a small gathering place surrounded by boulders in the center, built on the pale snow.

On the outskirts of the gathering place, dozens of gun-wielding soldiers were patrolling back and forth energetically, constantly observing the surrounding phenomena.

The weapons in their hands were not the ordinary shotguns in the hands of Feng Zhou and He Qiu, but shiny standard rifles.

Even if you look carefully, you can find several grenades tied together in their waists.

This is a group of gathering place guards armed almost to the teeth.

Compared with the armed soldiers in the depression, their equipment is not inferior, and is completely above the level.

In the distance, when I saw Feng Zhou and his two men approaching, a bearded man guarding the gate whistled, his face full of frivolity.

"Hey, isn't this our monster hunting duo? What's up? Did you gain something again today?"

Being teased like this, Feng Zhou not only didn't get angry, but instead walked forward with a smile on his face, took out two cigarettes from his pocket and handed them over in a familiar manner.

"Brother Zhang, this is all dirty work for us, how can we call it a harvest?"

"No, I just happened to find a stupid guy outside to try my luck, and he opened a business. In this snowy day, I haven't had a decent harvest for many days!"

"Not bad, not bad, you're on your way, kid." Seeing the scarce cigarettes, Brother Zhang's pupils opened slightly, and he put them into his cuffs with a tremble of his hands.

At the same time, like magic, his left hand took out two pieces of paper from his left pocket and handed them over.

"No, you two are regular customers. Today's handling fee will be 5%. Next time something good happens, don't forget about you, Brother Zhang, and me!"

Feng Zhou was overjoyed, nodded quickly, took the piece of paper, thanked him repeatedly and walked into the gathering place.

"Zhang Quan, this old dog, is getting more and more greedy."

"According to our current tribute, we should give at least 3% this time, but he"

He Qiu said angrily as he ducked inside and glanced at the back with hatred.

Strictly speaking, the gathering place the two of them were in was not a human territory in the traditional sense.

It is a transit place for transactions.

Brother Zhang and his group are responsible for guarding the perimeter to maintain order and safety, and there are several famous caravans in the New World who guarantee the reputation.

Most of the survivors living nearby will basically bring their prey here to sell it after getting their "harvest".

Correspondingly, each transaction person also has to pay a certain handling fee.

The maximum is 10% and the minimum is 3%.

"Shh, don't let these vampires hear you."

"It's just 2%, it's nothing. Besides, the meat we want to sell is sold here anyway. If there is a problem, they will bear it. It's much less worrying than outside. Don't worry about it!"

While comforting He Qiu, he walked to an empty stall.

After digging into the void, Feng Zhou took out two large pieces of meat and placed them on the oilcloth.

Judging from the appearance, these two pieces of meat are extremely fresh. They are not only filled with white fat, but also have blood-red high-quality muscles, which is extremely attractive.

But if you look carefully, you can roughly see that there are a few scattered black spots under the two lumps of meat, but they cannot be ignored, which is a bit weird.

"We are selling meat, freshly baked bear meat, first come first served, lots of discounts!"

Howled loudly several times.

As soon as they heard that it was a scarce commodity like bear meat, many merchants gathered around and began to look at the goods and negotiate prices.

At first, some people raised questions about this black spot.

But after being deceived by Feng Zhou, he said that he had handled it improperly and was contaminated with stolen goods, so he only needed to deal with it a little.

Gradually, most merchants did not doubt his presence and began to bid.

Knowing that there was something wrong with his goods, Feng Zhou didn't dare to be harsh.

After hearing that the price increase exceeded his psychological price, he immediately nodded and took action, only to make the surrounding merchants who had not grabbed it feel regretful.

"I've given this to you. If you have any problems later, you can't come to me!"

Hear Feng Zhou’s advice.

The merchant who received the bear meat at a low price was still immersed in the joy of picking up the missing pieces. Dang even nodded indifferently: "It's just this little bit of meat. What are you afraid of? The meat we sell every day must not be ten times or a hundred times as much as yours. Don't worry." alright!"

"So good!"

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