Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

Seeing Lin Feng appearing and disappearing so mysteriously, Puchuan became alert.

Maybe because he had typed on the keyboard so much, Puchuan's hands had formed muscle memory and he even habitually pressed the launch button.

"No! Mr. President! Stop pressing it!"

The captain of the second-level superpowers was so frightened when he saw this scene that he rushed over and directly pressed the more than 100-year-old Puchuan under him!

This is barely acceptable. If Puchuan was an old lady over a hundred years old, the American soldiers around her would have thought that their captain was hungry.

After all, he was so hungry that he ate everything.

With so many people watching, the atmosphere suddenly became very ambiguous.

But the captain seemed not to notice the eyes around him. He still held Puchuan's hands and rode on him to stop him from going crazy.

"Mr. President, stop playing, you are playing with fire. Now that Lin Feng is gone, if you continue to play like this, we will all be burned to death."

The captain's face was very close to Puchuan's old face, just a little bit away, and the atmosphere became even more confusing.

"I don't want this to happen, but I can't believe it's true. That's a nuclear bomb. It's the last foundation for our country to rule the earth for more than a hundred years. But, the nuclear bomb is ineffective? I don't believe this is true. As long as the quantity is enough, can't it cause a qualitative change? Although Lin Feng is invincible, he can't take away all the nuclear bombs of our country, right?"

Puchuan has been fatally beaten, and he wants to ask why things have turned out like this? Has this end of the world completely escaped the control of the United States?

"Mr. President, please cooperate with Lin Feng. He is too strong, and we are just ordinary people. Can't you just give him whatever he wants? In this situation, you are lucky to be alive, just like those black guys who bought it for free. As long as you create a new law that it is not illegal to steal nuclear bombs, you will not be nailed to the pillar of shame in history."

The captain of the second-level psychic, if Lin Feng sees his face under the mask, he will definitely recognize him at a glance. This guy is the beautiful captain.

In order to maintain the existence of the United States and the justice in his heart, and in order not to affect ordinary American people, he has really tried his best.

"That's a nuclear bomb. I really don't want to give it to you. Without nuclear bombs, can the United States continue to rule the earth? I don't want the United States to be divided in my hands. I don't want to be the president of a lost country. I'm over a hundred years old. Apart from this old face and nuclear bombs, I have nothing now."

At that moment, Puchuan's tears couldn't help but slide down from the corners of his eyes.

This year, in order to protect the briefcase and wait for the end of the world, he suffered so much but refused to give up the White House, his last stronghold, which was his last bit of face.

But what happened today was a slap in Puchuan's face, a slap to death.

There is absolutely no way to play against Lin Feng, who is a cheater. A year ago, they were defeated miserably, with only their faces and underwear left.

This time he has definitely lost face, but is his nuclear bomb underwear also going to be lost?

"Mr. President, please stop crying. You are old and not afraid of death, but you still have daughters, granddaughters, and descendants. What if he insists?"

The handsome captain is not afraid of his own death, but he is now sure of one thing: Lin Feng is here for the nuclear bomb this time.

It doesn’t matter now whether Puchuan has his briefcase or not. Even if Puchuan dies, it can’t stop Lin Feng from searching for the nuclear bomb everywhere, right?

This is the reason why Lin Feng is so arrogant. Lin Feng just thinks he is causing too much trouble and he doesn’t care about this detail.

"We no longer have the ability to protect the United States. The United States is no longer valuable. He insists on it? He has to give it to me even if I don't want it."

At that moment, Puchuan's hand, which had cramped due to massage, finally slowly relaxed before the sun set.

Yes, if he insists on it, then you have to give it to him.

"Give it to him. Give him as much as he wants. Judging from Lin Feng's appearance, he can't ask for unlimited things. We just need to satisfy him. When he gets numb, he won't want anything anymore. We don't have any choice. Now, we can only ask Lin Feng to have some conscience. Don't take everything away and then turn against us."

The handsome captain has done her best. Now he can't think of any other way except to satisfy Lin Feng as much as possible.

"I understand... Then give it all to him..."

At that moment, Puchuan, the centenarian, finally accepted his fate.

It’s not that he hadn’t resisted before, it was just like a 20-year-old boy suddenly wanted him, just like the beautiful captain was holding him down now.

He was over a hundred years old, how could he fight against a young man in his twenties? He was powerless.

The United States is like Puchuan, a centenarian who looks rich and prosperous, but all the parts of his body are old and broken.

When someone accepts your favor, it is because of his glory when he was young. That's called face.

If no one accepts your face, it becomes a shoe insole.

The sun sets gradually, and the world is beautiful.

blacken.

……

When Lin Feng’s special ability was almost exhausted, he went straight back to the airport.

Standing above Ling Wenya's shelter, making sure that there was no one around and no one was following him, Lin Feng directly made a space jump and jumped into Ling Wenya's temporary shelter.

This is why Lin Feng did not leave a door. With the ability to jump through space, Lin Feng no longer needs a door.

It wouldn't be a big problem if Ling Wenya couldn't come out. If he died accidentally, he would probably go back to a month ago. Lin Feng had already confirmed that his rebirth would be the time power.

The person with the time ability that Zhumu is looking for is Lin Feng himself.

Although I don’t know why my time ability doesn’t have an active ability, having a passive time recovery ability is also a life-saving skill.

This is why Lin Feng dared to take the nuclear bomb. Lin Feng believed that he had the ability to take the nuclear bomb in, and he also believed in his passive ability.

"Ah! Who are you? Get out!"

As soon as Lin Feng entered the temporary shelter, he heard Ling Wenya screaming. Lin Feng's sudden appearance scared Ling Wenya!

Lin Feng was also startled. With the help of the light, he suddenly felt something thrown at his face.

He picked it up and took a look. It had Lin Feng’s favorite strawberry pattern.

"Well, I know the taste of the sea, glass seaweed."

Lin Feng took a deep breath and then threw it aside.

"Lin Feng? How did you get in? You didn't even tell me in advance, how annoying."

Ling Wenya quickly covered her body and tried to crawl into the crack in the ground. After all, she was the only one in this shelter, and she never dreamed that a living person would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

"What's up, Fat Sisi wife? What's going on with you? Do you want to explain it to me?"

Looking at the bare patch, Lin Feng also felt strange. What kind of good habit is this? How come I don't know about it?

"It's a bit hot... I'm thinking of saving some electricity..."

Ling Wenya was telling the truth, she really thought so. Even though she had no shortage of supplies, she still felt very hot.

"Small problem, you've never been to Tokyo. Tokyo is actually hotter."

Lin Feng didn't think much about it, he just took off his clothes and went to take a shower.

"Hmm? Tokyo should be very cold, right? I'm good at geography, Lin Feng, don't lie to me."

Ling Wenya asked in confusion. She had done this geography question before.

Lin Feng picked up his cell phone and played a song that all men are very familiar with.

“Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!”

Beep!