Returning to the end of the world before the natural disaster, I emptied the world of supplies

The soldier pushed open the door and stepped back to make way for the passage:

"Ms. Jiang, please."

Jiang Yan looked at Song Qian subconsciously.

The latter gave her an encouraging look, "I'll wait for you at the door."

"Okay." Jiang Yan retracted her gaze, raised her legs and walked inside.

At the same time, Hua Bao, who had been hiding on her shoulder, had spread out his vines to protect the important parts of her body.

Jiang Yan curved her lips and smiled. Hua Bao's thoughtfulness and understanding were beyond words.

There is also a porch with a door in the house. The fresh air is turned on very much, and the cold wind is whistling.

Just as his front foot passed the entrance, as if he stepped on some mechanism, with a "boom", the entrance door automatically closed tightly.

The whole space suddenly became quiet, and you could hear a needle drop.

Jiang Yan's heart tightened. After seeing clearly the scene in the house, she finally gave up on reaching into her pocket for a gun.

There are two huge maps hanging side by side on the wall in the middle of the room, one seems to be the world, and the other should be the country.

In front of the map, stood a majestic young man wearing a black combat uniform, as if he was marking something on the map.

The other person was in his early twenties, with handsome features and a tall figure. He stood there like a green pine.

He was the only one in the room, and his facial features were somewhat similar to Mo Shiyao's, so he was definitely Mo Jingsheng.

It's just that the other party is too young, and he has a sense of stability and oppression that does not belong to his age, which is beyond Jiang Yan's expectation.

Seeing her coming in, Mo Jingsheng capped the marker pen in his hand, lost some of his momentum, and the seriousness and solemnity on his face became a little less:

"Ms. Jiang, I'm sorry to interrupt you so late."

His posture was very low, and the aura exuding from the inside out was so strong that it felt a little inconsistent.

Fortunately, Jiang Yan had also seen big scenes, so she smiled and said, "Chief Mo, you're welcome."

Mo Jingsheng didn't say much. He casually raised his finger to the table that looked like a workbench, looked at her and said, "Miss Jiang, please sit down."

"Thank you." Jiang Yan took a deep breath and sat down, inexplicably feeling that the temperature in the room had dropped sharply.

The other party sat down opposite her, narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at her, and said:

"I heard that Miss Jiang is an Anming person?"

Jiang Yan nodded, "Yes."

The other party added: "I am deeply sorry for your mother's death."

"." The topic jumped so quickly that her breath suddenly stopped.

Jiang Yan vaguely guessed what the other party wanted to do with her.

In her opinion, such a day will come sooner or later.

But I didn't expect it would come so early.

She secretly pinched her fingers to calm down her emotions, and just as she was about to speak, the other party had already opened the drawer, raised her hand and handed over a special brown paper bag:

"Time is limited, and Miss Jiang is also a smart person, so I won't beat around the bush. This is a piece of information I received earlier, and I just finished reading it. Miss Jiang can read it."

Jiang Yan said "ok" and reached out to take it.

The top of the brown paper bag is stamped with a large red "Top Secret" seal. In addition to the wrapped thread seal, there are traces of paint on the seal that were neatly opened with an envelope knife.

Nowadays, the Internet has long been paralyzed, and many things have returned to their original nature.

Jiang Yan frowned and took out the bag. A small stack of documents printed and bound on A4 paper appeared in front of her eyes.

[Top Secret File 01007: Reborn No. 007, Jiang Yan]

Looking at a line of small words in the upper right corner of the cover, Jiang Yan paused while flipping through the information and took a deep breath subconsciously.

Looking up, he saw Mo Jingsheng staring at him.

The other party's eyes were as deep as a pool, with not much emotion visible.

But Jiang Yan knew very well that the other party was obviously sizing her up and observing her micro-reactions.

She tensed up, but there was a curved smile on her face, "Rebirth? Leader Mo also reads online novels on weekdays?"

"Never." Mo Jingsheng looked a little more serious and said in a calm tone, "Miss Jiang might as well open it first and take a look."

"Okay." Jiang Yan suppressed a smile and opened the pages.

[Name: Jiang Yan

Gender: Female

Age: 23 years old

Height: 168cm

Birthplace: Anming

Education: Bachelor's degree (double bachelor's degree)

Family relationship: Father (orphan): Jiang Yukang, mother: Li Meizhen (orphan), stepfather: Song Deming

Suspected rebirth time: May 5, xx

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Jiang Yan took a breath, her eyes paused on the characters "May 5th", and her heart began to pound.

This was indeed the day of her rebirth.

It was also the day when her stepfather Song Deming and his younger brother Zhang Kai tried to cut off one of her hands for money and murder.

If the other party can find out this date, then everything she did later will be exposed.

Purse your lips, take a deep breath, and continue.

Jiang Yan's eyes opened wider and wider.

The records of her stepfather and Zhang Kai's tragic death in the basement of the villa, the record of her entering the police station to record a confession, all the records of selling cars, houses, and packages to realize assets, all the records of hoarding supplies to decorate the house, all the records of flights abroad, and even All the records of staying in hotels abroad, purchasing supplies, changing numbers abroad to issue natural disaster warning information to Chinese people, and transferring huge sums of money from HK to foreign countries. After the high temperature came, they frantically shopped for gold, jewelry, and Apple cabins in China. Waiting is also impressively listed.

There are also some related to her identity and background and the general business situation of her parents.

This part of the content is very concise, similar to her own, the word "Internet celebrity blogger" has been summarized.

Jiang Yan's eyebrows jumped wildly.

It was like someone had stripped her naked, without any privacy at all.

She underestimated the official strength.

If you want to investigate a person, even after the end of the world, as long as you want to investigate, you will always have nothing to hide.

It’s just that without technology, it just takes longer.

Gritting his teeth and continuing to scroll back, a black and white picture of her flying over the city in a flight suit came into view.

"This?" Jiang Yan's pupils shrank suddenly and she was shocked for a second.

At that time, it was clear that all networks were disconnected.

Mo Jingsheng, who was opposite, was very insightful and could clearly see the shock in her eyes:

"After the high temperature comes, ordinary civilian networks and civilian satellites do fail. However, military satellites are still operating normally. This photo was taken by a military satellite."

Jiang Yan swallowed her saliva, said nothing, and continued on.

What followed was a series of concise descriptions of their trip to the Sky Hotel and their trip to Xiangcheng.

She escaped from the self-destruction in Xiangcheng alive and appeared at Lieyan Base.

He also used the pseudonyms "Su Yan" and "Jiang Yan".

Jiang Yan read it in silence, her inner emotions adjusted to a certain degree.

Seeing her closing the document, the other party said: "There are no more than four people who have read this document, including you."

"I, above, am the editor and organizer. Therefore, Miss Jiang does not have to worry about her identity being exposed."

Jiang Yan smiled slightly and said calmly:

"Boss Mo, you are laughing. I don't know the purpose of the person who compiled this material, but I am just an ordinary person with a little money, just for buying and selling. With this status, before the end of the world, the whole country will catch a lot of them."

"is it?"

Mo Jingsheng raised his cold white eyelids, glanced at her sharply, then crossed his fingers and moved slightly closer, his tone suddenly becoming more serious:

"Miss Jiang, I'm not here to find you to verify whether you are a reborn person. Whether you admit it or not, this is an established fact."

The opponent's momentum was full of oppression, which made Hua Bao take a defensive posture for a second.

"So?" Jiang Yan shrugged, noncommittal.

Mo Jingsheng's jaw tensed for a second. Perhaps he realized that his attitude was too serious, so he softened his tone slightly:

"We need your help. Or rather, the authorities need your help."