In the apocalypse of natural disasters, ordinary people can still live wonderfully

When the door of the special car was violently pulled open, the secretary was already pulled out of the car before he could react.

The secretary screamed, thrashed with both hands, and grabbed the car door frame.

But how can his power be greater than so many hands outside?

In just one breath, he was pulled into the crowd, pushed further and further away, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The base commander looked at the scene in front of him with wide eyes. Before he could curse, the other three car doors were pulled open.

The base commander and driver were all pulled out of the car by countless hands on both sides, and disappeared into the crowd in a few breaths.

The guards in the following cars wanted to get out of the car to save people, but miraculously, their car doors were blocked and they couldn't push them open.

About three to five minutes later, the crowd that had gathered silently began to surge around like a tide, as if they had received some instructions.

The crowd retreated quickly, as if in just a few breaths, the refugees had already retreated a few meters away.

The guard's car door was finally able to open. When they got out of the car armed with weapons, the refugees in front of them had already run a few meters away.

By the time they raised their guns, the refugees had retreated a few meters.

"Don't shoot!" the security guard shouted, stopping the person who was about to shoot.

The guard obeyed the orders and immediately put down his gun.

In these few breaths, the refugees retreated a few more meters.

As the tide of refugees receded, what was left on the ground.

The guards hurried forward to check and gasped.

The three people who had just been dragged out of the car were now reduced to pulp.

Their bodies, limbs, and heads had all been trampled and lost their shape.

There were no other wounds on their bodies, they were just trampled to death.

"Captain, what should we do now?" a guard asked.

The captain also has a headache. How does he know what to do?

He also wanted to ask what to do!

He is just a guard. Although he is the captain, he is just a guard!

It is his duty to protect the chief. Now that the chief is dead, how the hell does he know what to do!

The guard captain took off his military cap and scratched his scalp: "Go back to Beijing!"

Just like that, the new base commander returned to Beijing without even setting foot on the territory of Huaguo's No. 11 Base.

It's just that when I came out, it was vertical, but when I came back, it was horizontal.

The refugees retreated and the special car drove away. In an abandoned building a few miles away, Wen Wu sat astride a rotten table, one foot on the ground and the other on the table.

Opposite him were several refugees in ragged clothes. The refugees' faces were not as numb as before. Now they were full of smiles, mixed with mud on their faces, like a few flowers that had been damaged by a storm.

Because behind Wenwu, there were twenty bags of grain, each weighing 50 kilograms.

Even the bags of these grains are clean and dust-free. The refugees can smell the unique aroma of the grains through the bags.

So their smiles are so sincere and come from the heart.

Wenwu jumped down from the broken table, patted the dust on his butt, grabbed the submachine gun placed next to him, and tapped the grain bag with the gun: "It's yours."

The refugees on the opposite side swarmed forward, no longer caring about civil and military affairs.

Even the guns in the hands of civil and military forces could not deter them in any way.

Only one refugee did not move. He nodded to Wen Wu: "Come to me next time if you have something to do, I will keep the beautiful work for you!"

Wenwu smiled and put the machine gun on his shoulder: "Let's go!"

The refugee also smiled: "Go slowly!"

Wen Wu strode past him, and the refugees watched Wen Wu leave intently. Only when they could no longer see him did they slowly smile.

He also strode towards the grain bag and pounced on it, not caring that the flour on the grain bag got all over him.

so good! All this food belongs to them!

Wen Wu was also very happy when he walked out of the abandoned building and drove away.

so good! It's a good thing that the new base will grow up before the divisions are ready to die!

In Jingli, Zhuge Yujiang was very angry about the death of the new base director before he took office.

"Check! Check for me! I want to see who is so bold and dares to touch my people!"

With anger, an enamel tea cup was smashed to the ground and shattered.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the secretary came in with his head lowered, not daring to look at Zhuge Yujiang, but he still had to report.

"Chief No. 1 please go see him immediately."

Zhuge Yujiang was stunned for a moment. Chief No. 1 wanted to see him? Now? for what?

Although Zhuge Yujiang was confused, he did not dare to delay at all and immediately walked out.

The office building where he is located is not too far away from the office building where Chief No. 1 is located.

After walking for more than ten minutes and going through layers of inspections, he finally arrived at the door of Chief No. 1's office.

He straightened his appearance outside the door, straightened his back, and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in!" A gentle male voice came out from the room.

Zhuge Yujiang gently pushed them open, and then gently closed the door after entering.

The office is very large. The No. 1 leader is not very tall, but he sits upright behind the large desk with dignity.

There was another person sitting on the chair in front of Chief No. 1's desk.

Zhuge Yujiang's heart sank when he saw the man's face: Why is this old man here!

Although Zhuge Yujiang was unhappy inside, he walked in the direction of Chief No. 1 without hesitation.

He strode but gently walked up to Chief No. 1, his arms hanging on the seams of his trousers, and bowing respectfully: "Chief, you are looking for me."

Chief No. 1 pointed to another chair in front of the desk with a gentle and friendly attitude: "Here comes Zhuge, sit down!"

Zhuge Yujiang sat down as he was told.

After sitting down, he greeted the person next to him: "Mr. Lu, you are here too."

The gray-haired man next to him had a weathered face, but said with a kind smile: "Long time no see, Zhuge, how are you doing?"

"Thanks to you, everything is fine!" Zhuge Yujiang leaned forward to answer, his face full of respect.

The two of them exchanged pleasantries, and the scene was quite harmonious for a while.

But what is going on in the heart is unknown.

After the two of them finished their greetings, Chief No. 1 spoke.

"The personnel appointments at Base 11 are still based on the previous group of people."

"What?" Zhuge Yujiang lost his composure and exclaimed.

After screaming, he suddenly woke up and quickly made up his mind: "No problem, Chief, they will definitely have an advantage if they govern the local area by themselves. But Chief, the little Gao Ren was trampled to death by the refugees just after the plane took off. Is this okay?" Check it out?"

Seeing that Chief No. 1 had no intention of answering and just looked at him with a smile, Zhuge Yujiang continued to bite the bullet and said: "Although it is the end of the world, the territory of China is still the territory of our party, and the officials of China are still my party." Public servants of the party will not tolerate those who make trouble outside."

After hearing what he said, Chief No. 1 said calmly: "This matter should be investigated, but it does not conflict with the construction of the base."