In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

The two of them ate dinner in silence. The bell, now 2 months old, was spinning unsteadily at Song Jinhe's feet, which made her relax a little.

Having such a cute little thing at home can indeed reduce people's stress.

Song Jinhe gently scratched its chin and sighed irritably.

"I don't know when the scorching heat will be over. If we continue to endure it like this, it could kill people."

Nowadays, the survivors have absolutely no way to survive. Some people try to rush towards the seaside, but most of them die on the way.

Even if you really reach the beach and drink the filtered water that is still salty and unpalatable, you may not be able to survive until the heat is over.

Just trying to survive has consumed all human energy.

Cheng Qianhuai handed her a rolled roast duck: "Don't think so much, we can only take one step at a time."

No one can predict these things. Now we can only try our best to resist foreign enemies and let Building 3 hold on for a little longer, and a little longer.

Night is slowly falling, which is a good time to breed evil.

With the firepower of Jiang Xuwenqiao, Building No. 3 once again sounded the clarion call for counterattack, defeating the survivors who tried to get closer.

Even those who are not afraid of death would not want to be burned alive by the fire, so there are far fewer enemies tonight than last night.

Everyone did not dare to relax until dawn came and the enemies outside retreated. Then everyone leaned tiredly against the wall and closed their eyes in a daze.

This intensity of fighting makes everyone a little bit overwhelmed, but they can only grit their teeth and persevere.

Song Jinhe sat directly on the ground. His back was so sore that he didn't even think about moving. He just hoped that he could lie down on the spot and have a good sleep.

Cheng Qianhuai found her from the crowd, carefully picked her up and took her home.

Some of the remaining people were more particular about going home to rest, while others simply lay down in the corridor and fell asleep.

Another peaceful night passed and everyone was happy.

the next day.

Song Jinhe slept drowsily until 2 o'clock in the afternoon, but unexpectedly found that it was gloomy outside the window, and there was no shadow of the sun at all.

She looked outside with some confusion, feeling that something was not right.

The retreating survivors reappeared in front of Building 3 due to weather conditions, obviously intending to kill them alive in a wheel battle.

Song Jinhe hurriedly went to the house to wake up Cheng Qianhuai and was about to go downstairs, but suddenly he heard a scream.

"what!"

She hurriedly ran to the window and opened the curtains of the auxiliary bedroom, only to see hailstones as big as billiard balls falling on the ground quickly outside the window, killing several survivors who had no time to escape.

Song Jinhe was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He just stared blankly at the white debris splashing on the ground from time to time, and helplessly watched as the bodies on the ground were gradually buried by hail.

What a terrible disaster this was. Some people were only one step away from the building, but their heads were suddenly smashed by hail. The red and yellow mixture was scattered on the ground, and they died on the spot.

Some people picked up a hailstone from the window sill with trembling hands and stuffed it into their mouths.

These devastating pucks are both disaster and hope.

There was a crackling sound from the roof, and Song Jinhe listened to the glass downstairs being smashed one by one. The crisp sound of the glass was hard to ignore.

She frowned slightly and subconsciously reached out to touch the bulletproof glass in front of her.

I don’t know if this window can withstand this disaster.

At this moment, the 18th floor seemed very quiet except for the sound of hail falling on the roof, but it was very chaotic downstairs.

Everyone hid in a panic away from the windows, cautiously trying to get closer to save him, but they were hit by hail and took a few steps back.

The glass windows were all broken, and large chunks of ice balls were smashed inward along the broken windows. Some even rolled into the room, hitting the feet and making people grin in pain.

The wall outside the building began to peel off, exposing the black cement, which was also being smashed and falling dust.

No one dared to take a step closer to the window. They subconsciously protected the weak ones in the center, while the strong and tall men turned their backs to the window, trying their best to protect the people surrounded by them from harm.

The hailstorm lasted for more than half an hour before it stopped. From time to time, a few missed fish would fall from the sky. No one dared to go out and gamble on their luck.

Song Jinhe raised her hand and touched the windows in front of her. There were no cracks, but she couldn't guarantee whether these windows would hold up if there was another fight.

"Go downstairs and see how they are doing."

She got up and walked downstairs, only to find that the survivors had begun to collect the glass and ice balls scattered on the ground. Fortunately, no one was injured.

Song Jinhe breathed a sigh of relief, but the only thing that made him happy was that the temperature had dropped a lot. Compared with the previous ultra-high temperature, it was now very comfortable.

Everyone was not lazy and collected all the hockey pucks, large and small, for subsequent use. Some people went to the first floor with tools to pick up the pucks. However, they did not dare to go out. They only dared to use wooden sticks and the like from indoors. Pick inside.

Song Jinhe looked at the devastated room. The windows were now completely broken and could not withstand the next hailstorm.

They could only pray in their hearts, hoping that nothing more terrible would happen again.

Song Jinhe sent a group of people downstairs to repair the doors and windows on the 1st to 4th floors. Fortunately, these things were sealed on two floors with iron sheets and wooden boards. Except for some dents, there was nothing broken.

The people who went downstairs took a short rest and then joined the team to retrieve the ice puck. Not only the survivors in Building 3, but also the survivors on other floors also accelerated their efforts to retrieve the ice puck.

In the sweltering heat, these pucks are life-saving items.

But before they could be happy for too long, the hail continued to fall, smashing the car windows covered in cracked mud and smashing the heads of humans on the ground.

There was no warning before the hail fell. If the survivors in Building 3 hadn't dared to go out to salvage the ice balls, they would have lost a few people.

Song Jinhe looked at the uninhabitable room and said, "I don't know when the next hailstorm will fall. For safety reasons, I think it's best for everyone to take refuge in the rooms on the 1st to 4th floors.

The windows there have been specially reinforced, so there is no need to worry about ice balls hitting them. "

Everyone agreed very much, brought the necessary supplies, and came to the 1-4 floors one by one to randomly choose a room to live in.

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai did not continue to stay in 1802. Nowadays, the tempered glass is not necessarily strong enough. Instead of worrying that the glass will break at any time, it is better to live downstairs with the large army.

Although their actions will be restricted, at least they can ensure that they will not be in danger.

With this hailstorm, the survivors outside have become much more honest.

They had an urgent water source and were afraid of the hail that would come silently. Therefore, the night was extremely quiet. They could only hear the sound of the ice ball hitting the ground intermittently, and they had no sleep all night.