The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

After Jerry left, the cell became quiet again. Xia Meng sat cross-legged on the bed, calming down her turbulent emotions, while mentally planning how to deal with the next revenge!

That group of people is not just rich, they are also powerful and even control 90% of the international media. They are almost lawless.

If it weren't for Xia Meng, ordinary people wouldn't even think about confronting them. The moment they messed with them, they would have been dead.

Because in the eyes of those people, killing an ordinary person is not much different from killing an ant.

Even ordinary people will feel fear, helplessness, fear, guilt and other emotions after committing a crime, but they will not.

They will think that everything is taken for granted, that they are born superior to others, and that they come to this world just for ideas and to become superior people who dominate others.

They don't treat ordinary people as human beings at all, because they feel that ordinary people are not worthy.

The next two days were calm, as if everything had passed, but Xia Meng knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

There was no way those people would let her go.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Xia Meng had been eating secretly in the past few days, but not much. She had a big appetite, and after eating only a little, her face looked a little haggard.

A person who does not eat and only drinks water can live for about a month, and the longest is about three months.

Xia Meng has not eaten for more than a week now, and she can still hold on.

Three days later, Xia Meng was lying on the bed, pretending to be weak, and then she heard approaching footsteps.

Hearing the footsteps, about five people came, but these five people did not come in. Instead, they stopped outside the cell door, and soon there was a rustling sound.

Xia Meng waited for a moment, but the group of people didn't come in. Who knew what they were busy with at the door?

Xia Meng got up and was about to take a look...

At this moment, a thick smoke drifted in from the bottom of the door.

Xia Meng instantly realized something was wrong!

She immediately held her breath and fell on the bed pretending to be weak. After about half an hour, Xia Meng could hardly hold on anymore.

She was able to hold on for such a long time only because she kept drinking spiritual spring water to strengthen her physique.

Later, when she couldn't hold it any longer, Xia Meng lay on the bed, hid the oxygen bottle under the quilt, and took a breath of oxygen from time to time.

It's just that the smoke is very powerful. Xia Meng has tried his best to hold his breath, but still feels a little dizzy.

Just like that, an hour later, just before Xia Meng couldn't hold on anymore and passed out completely, the cell door was finally opened from the outside.

The people who came in wore gas masks on their heads. After they came in, they checked Xia Meng's condition and made sure that Xia Meng was not dead before carrying her out.

Xia Meng wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but when she opened her eyes secretly and looked outside, there were twenty or thirty people guarding her. Each of them had a gun in their hand, and the muzzle was pointed at her. Move as she moves.

Soon, Xia Meng felt that she was being carried into a car, and the car started...

I don’t know where they are going to take them?

Two hours later, Xia Meng felt drowsy and moved from the car to a helicopter.

The helicopter buzzed and took off. Xia Mengmeng sat up and wanted to move and escape, but found that it was impossible. The poisonous mist seemed to follow her pores and penetrate into her blood and bone marrow. Even if she held her breath, There was no use breathing.

It was difficult for Xia Meng to move his fingers, as if his brain was separated from his body, and his brain could not control his body at all.

Xia Meng did not give up and continued to try. Finally, her fingers moved, but the range of movement was too small and was not effective at all.

Xia Meng's eyelids trembled, and she wanted to open her eyes, but her upper and lower eyelids seemed to be sewn together with needles, and she couldn't open them no matter what.

As time went on, Xia Meng gradually fell into a semi-coma state.