Travel through the apocalypse and save people under the heroine's hands

With the sudden appearance of the two trucks, important personnel at the base were investigating the matter of the trucks.

There didn't seem to be any problems with the machines and ingredients, so they canceled the S-level mission for the time being.

The moment the president of the Psychic Association cancelled the mission, Mo Yuming received a prompt from the system: Random mission: The mission to rescue 36 Psychics in H City has started, the mission has been completed, and the current score is 5030.

It was almost noon when Mo Yuming drove his car to the gate of the freshman base.

Because he was re-entering the base and the injury on his hand was not healed yet, according to regulations, he still needed to stay in the observation room for 24 hours. That's why he wanted to exchange for a two-day supply of sleeping pills.

He met the tall man from last time again.

The other party was obviously surprised to see him, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Your hand hasn't healed yet, why are you out of the base to collect supplies again?"

Mo Yuming had no choice but to repeat what he said when he left the city.

"So it was for marriage. Okay, glad you came back safely. My name is Huang Kai. Since we've met twice in a short period of time, we can be considered acquaintances." The tall man still had a very strong aura, but a very simple personality.

Under Huang Kai's maintenance, the order in the observation room was still well maintained, and Mo Yuming stayed there smoothly for a night.

……

"Ling Xuan, why didn't you do this mission?"

A difficult feeling welled up in Ling Xuan's throat, and he spoke in a suppressed voice: "The strongest psychics in the base have all gone, so I'm going to perform other tasks."

"Forget it. Even if you go, it may not help. Sorry, I was impulsive."

"Mr. Cai, please come out for a moment. I don't know who spread the news of the failure of this mission. Now the residents of the base are in a panic."

Ling Xuan followed him out.

"Hurry up and get the president of the Superpower Association out. It's all his fault for arranging the mission. My husband can't come back. You are just like the president. Damn it!"

"Ma'am, I understand your feelings, but the president also went to carry out this mission, he..."

"I don't care whether he lives or dies, I just want my husband." The woman screamed and cried.

"Who is your husband?" Ling Xuan asked.

The woman gave a name.

"You are lying. I know him. He is not married and has no partner." Ling Xuan just stated the facts calmly.

But his words seemed to have aroused public anger. In an instant, the crowd crowded at the gate of the Psychic Association began to utter all kinds of insults and riots.

After that, Ling Xuan and Cai Jianxiang were exhausted from trying their best to appease the crowd and solve the food problem at the base.

But often not all efforts are rewarded, and the planting areas they patiently rebuilt are looted by the very people they were protecting.

Without food, more people died. They tried to unite the people in the base, but found that the people they protected had become a group, like a bottomless quagmire, eating away at the weaker people in the base and dealing with them at the same time. No matter how powerful the superpowers were, they were still human after all. They could not remain intact when being targeted by so many people. Some of those with average superpowers died alone, while others escaped from the base.

Cai Jianxiang had a quarrel with Ling Xuan one day, and then said to him: "Ling Xuan, you go away."

When Ling Xuan left to look for other food processing factories, he heard a passerby say in a supermarket: "Brother, you know what? I wanted to go to the new base before, but I found that the outer wall of the base was completely broken and the inside was completely destroyed. Fortunately, I was just passing by and didn't stop."

Ling Xuan's breathing became heavier and heavier, his head was buzzing and very painful, and then he always felt that something was wrong. He used strong willpower to open his eyelids and looked at the familiar ceiling.

He stood up and looked around, and found that everyone was sleeping.

It turned out that I was dreaming about the past.

But why did I seem to dream about the next day of the mission, when Mo Yuming finished cooking porridge... Aren't Li Binyi and the others ready to leave? Why was I still sleeping there?

Ling Xuan walked up to the second floor and found Mo Yuming also sleeping in his seat.

Such a peaceful scene made Ling Xuan, who had just dreamed of his past life, hesitate.

Perhaps, let him do this task.

He glanced at Mo Yuming, then went out to the mission area first.

"Hello, my name is Ling Xuan, and I plan to take an S-level mission."

When the staff saw him coming, they smiled very skillfully and replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Psychic, this mission has been cancelled."

Ling Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his voice was filled with disbelief: "Why?"

The staff knew that the president of the Psychic Association had not asked them to keep it secret, so they smiled as they spoke: "You may not believe this, but the supplies needed for the S-level mission suddenly appeared at the gate of the base. According to some of the parties involved, it seemed like God had sent the supplies here, hahahaha."

Ling Xuan really found it hard to accept this statement. After saying goodbye to the staff, he quickly ran towards the Psychic Association.

Before I got close, I saw a group of people carrying things from two trucks.

Ling Xuan condensed a ball of lightning in his right hand, then slapped it with his left hand. He felt numbness and tingling in both hands, which proved that he was awake now.

why?

Ling Xuan looked at the smiles on the faces of the staff, as well as the machines that were very important for the base's subsequent food supply. He rushed forward, grabbed a staff member, and said urgently and fiercely: "Where did these things come from?"

The staff were shocked. They were all people with special abilities and were about to attack him, but they found that Ling Xuan was not here to steal supplies.

"I don't know how they got here, but we found these two trucks at the door this morning. A poison-related psychic tested them and the contents were indeed non-toxic."

"Maybe this is really God's will." A staff member shook the two pieces of paper in his hand.

Ling Xuan took a look at the message on the note, which looked like a child's prank. The stone that had been weighing on his heart seemed to have disappeared. He felt a little lost, as if the thing he had been worried about had passed so easily.

"How could there be a God?" Ling Xuan muttered to himself.

Yes, there will be no God, it was the same in the last life and it is the same in this life. In this world, besides humans, there are only the devils that appeared in the last days.

So why is there such a change?

Ling Xuan suddenly thought of a kind and special person who once said to him, "Ling Xuan, what the future will be like and whether it can be changed, you won't know until you try."

The moment he thought of this person, he ran back to the house.

Just in time to see that everyone had woken up, Mo Yuming was standing in the crowd, looking dazed, as if he had just woken up.

"You did it." Ling Xuan stared at him closely.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yuming looked at him puzzledly.

Ling Xuan laughed. Someone's backpack was quite clean before, but now there were several spots of dust on it.

He knew the answer.

Ling Xuan’s favorability value +10, current favorability value is 80.

System: !!! Wang Defa?