In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

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

The blurred evening sun stays at the end of the sea and sky.

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

On the vast ice ocean, a huge icebreaker slowly approached.

It has been drifting on the sea for several days. If it weren't for this huge icebreaker, it would definitely not be able to traverse the deep sea in such a cold and icy apocalypse.

But at this time, there were not a few crew members on the huge icebreaker.

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

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

It was in this dangerous environment that there were bursts of low-pitched music from the boat.

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

He is slender and thin, about 40 to [-] years old.

To be able to stay outside without wearing winter clothes in such a severe cold environment, it can be seen that he must be a stranger, and he must be a stranger with a good physique, or a stranger with the ability to keep out the cold.

That low musical sound came from the shakuhachi in his hand.

At the end of the song, he looked at the dead sea and looked up into the distance.

There was a meaningful smile 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 and walked towards the cabin.

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

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

When the newsboy hat came in, there was a man dressed as a samurai lying lazily by the wall at the door.

He has long hair in a bun, is wearing a dark blue kimono, and is barefoot.

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

Through his loose kimono, one can vaguely see a short knife hidden in his arms.

At the bar not far away, two men are gambling. The easiest way to gamble is to guess coins.

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

And the man opposite him with a long scar on his face guessed the pros and cons.

It seemed 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 to the center of the cabin.

Here, there is a small table.

A woman in the attire of a Waji priestess sits at the table.

There was a simple scroll in front of her, and she was holding a writing brush with a ghost statue on its head, dipping the ink in the box next to it.

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

Newsboy Hat half-knelt down in front of her, looked up and asked with a smile, "What's my luck today?"

The witch bowed respectfully to the newsboy cap and said, "Shangji!"

The newsboy hat nodded in satisfaction, and at the same time heaved a long sigh of relief.

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

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

But the man was wearing a black suit, flipping through a nautical magazine with his thick palm, and the picture was somewhat inconsistent.

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

The man named Da Gong Zai Yanjin didn't raise his head, "There are still three days."

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

"Is there three more days?"

"In three days, we will land in that piece of land called China."

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

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The mission of the investigation team in Tianhai City is over.

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

It was snowing heavily, and this gray super building crawled on the ground like a beast.

The tall city wall is more than 50 meters high, and every three meters is guarded by soldiers with live ammunition and black combat uniforms.

There is a tower every ten meters, with a high-speed cannon inside, with a rate of fire of 6000 rounds per minute, which can instantly tear apart all carbon-based creatures!

This super fortress covering an area of ​​thousands of square kilometers has been built decades ago.

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

They have the most powerful army and weapons in China.

No matter what happens, as long as they are still there, Huaguo will not fall down!

Baili Changqing and their car came under the tall city wall, and after inspection, they drove into the heavy metal gate.

Inside Blizzard City, it was quiet and even somewhat depressing.

There will not be famine or turmoil due to food shortages.

But here is a comprehensive militarized management.

Therefore, in the streets and alleys, the activities of ordinary people are hardly seen.

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

Immediately after Baili Changqing and the others returned, staff came to take them for inspection.

These team members who are fighting outside need to make sure that their physical condition is normal after they come back, 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, with his hair straight back, and a pair of valuable 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 the secretary of Zhu Zheng, the supreme commander of the Jiangnan Region - Lan Xincheng.

He was born as a civil servant, and his family background is unusual, so he is very trusted by Zhu Zheng.

As usual, after they finished their assigned tasks, they all had to report the situation to Zhu Zheng himself.

What's more, this time, the problem in Tianhai City is more serious.

After all, the death of a captain-level character is enough to alarm the entire Blizzard City executives.

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

"Commander, Evergreen has arrived."

Lan Xincheng was outside the office, reporting 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 was a little nervous inside, and walked in step by step with a straight face.

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

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

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

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