I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 671
"Vicky! Here! We have fresh orange juice today! My treat!" Seeing Vicky walk into the cafeteria, Williams immediately stood up and smiled and invited her to sit across from him.

Williams has a handsome face that Apocalypse could rely on to eat in a nightclub a few days ago, but he is a little stiff when making subtle expressions. He has made some minor facial adjustments to keep his facial features in a golden ratio.

And now, after the day of the apocalypse, this kind of expensive medical surgery that needs to be re-corrected every few years according to individual growth is naturally unsustainable, even in the shelter organized by the Ark organization.

It's not that the doctors here don't have this skill, and the medical equipment is sufficient. The main reason is that they don't want to care about Williams' mess.

The medical personnel who can be drawn into the organization by the Ark organization are not noble people who are concerned about the country and the people, and who are familiar with the Hippocratic oath. They have already persuaded Williams that even if it is for the sake of their own health, it is best Take out those prostheses and gaskets in one step.

Now there is no need to record the year, who cares if you have a handsome face?

But Williams still went his own way. In the shelter of the Ark Organization, he had deceived countless girls and young women in the past ten years. It was your love that I would like to start, and many people saw that he was unhappy, so they could only take a sip in secret.

During this period of time, Williams took a fancy to Vicky again. The slim girl was like a blooming tulip, exuding a refreshing aura. He was surprised that he hadn't noticed a woman like Vicky before. exist.

Vicky rolled her eyes when she heard Williams' shout, turned around and made herself a transparent person, and went to the window to get today's food supply. There were five different kinds of food, three of which were The crops of the Gray Fields Project, and a new species of devil salmon, these things are almost equal in taste, and contain the food philosophy of the British Empire-eating this thing is just for survival, and has nothing to do with others.

Only the last one is the only eye-catching color of the whole lunch, a half of an orange is about one-sixth of an orange.

The bright yellow, plump and juicy flesh makes it look like a piece of art in the trash, just looking appetizing.

In addition, the window also provides an additional supply of fresh orange juice, but that thing needs to consume shelter points, which is a kind of currency system inside the ark shelter, usually obtained by extra work and tasks involving dangerous areas.

Vicky herself has a lot of points, but if she wants to be noticed by restaurant staff swiping her card, she has to unblock.

As long as she glanced at Williams' picture full of doubts, Williams, who was scanning the restaurant area, felt bored for a while, so she could only reluctantly give up today's special supply.

Vicky took her own plate, found a corner, put the small piece of orange under her nose and smelled it vigorously, and then took a few mouthfuls of other food as if ordered while the fruity smell did not dissipate. It feels like all the good mood of the day evaporated with the appearance of Williams.

"Drink mine, sister." A sunny boy sat next to Vicky, and handed the orange juice to Vicky: "I also have a lot of points."

Vicky drank half of the glass in one gulp, and then pushed the rest back in front of the boy. The boy didn't care, and just handed the small slice of orange on his dinner plate to Vicky: "That Did the idiot see you again?"

Vicky sighed, and nodded angrily. Although her younger brother is not a superhuman, as he grows older, he can always find Vicky's existence in the shielded state, and it was the boy who first discovered Vicky's problem. She suffers from depression.

No kidding, Vicky really suffers from depression. She has a quiet personality, and blocking this ability allows her to stay away from all social relationships all year round. In addition, she and Tang Ji have experienced so much. Many, have witnessed the destruction of the entire human civilization, and have shouldered such a heavy responsibility together.
All of this was beyond the tolerance of that little girl back then, but it was a pity that there was no normal person in Tang Ji's team except Anthony, and no one noticed Vicky's abnormality.

Even if you notice that the men who are busy fighting have no time to control the troubled minds of an adolescent girl, and Vicky's only peer at the time was Soult, but Soult is Soult after all, and he will never There will be troubles in this regard.

If Tang Ji hadn't brought him out of the environment of the Skeleton Party in time, even if there were only two people left alive in the world in this apocalyptic world, Surte would definitely be the last one to die. How much meat can the penultimate person produce.

In the first few years, Vicky’s younger brother just felt that his sister was not very talkative and often stayed alone, but later this situation became more and more serious. He found that Vicky was often blocked for several months. In this state, except for him, no one can actively think of Vicky's existence.

Once, because Vicky had no interest in eating, she was so hungry that she fainted and didn't release the mask. He searched for Vicky for two full days before finding her dying sister from a certain corner.

Since then, he has asked Vicky not to enter the shielding state unless necessary, and accompanied Vicky to see a psychiatrist every week. After several years of companionship, Vicky's symptoms were relieved.

"Talk about Tang Ji's story with me again, I love to hear it." The young man tried his best to guide Vicky to speak, and he found that Vicky was willing to say a few more words only when he talked about the days in the team.

"I don't have anything to say anymore. I've been talking about it for several years, and you know it all." Vicky finished the meal with two oranges, and she was relieved.

"I remember you said before, Tang Ji and you beat up those players in Paris, and that was the first time you met." The young man followed Vicky's words and asked: "Have you regretted it? If you hadn't chosen to join him back then team, maybe you don’t have to go through so much, and you won’t be like this now.”

"No, I don't regret it." Vicky said very positively: "I'm pretty sure that we did the right thing."

The boy just smiled, and then continued to change the subject: "What about the prophet, sister, what kind of person is the prophet? Is she beautiful? Is she nice?"

"The Prophet. She is a great person." Vicky was silent for a few seconds before continuing: "Although Tang Ji is very powerful and Mikkelsen is very cunning, they can't do anything without the Prophet."

"What about Williams? Such a great person, why does he have such a younger brother?" The boy raised his eyebrows behind Vicky, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Vicky turned her head and saw the idiot holding a glass of orange juice and greeting another woman in exactly the same tone as before.

Of course, another blank stare responded to him, but Williams reluctantly sat across from him with a dinner plate and orange juice, and continued to output.

"I'm afraid that the Prophet took up all the good qualities in their family when he was born, and only the dross was left when Williams was born." Vicky worked hard for a long time, but finally she didn't say any bad words.

After all, who would have thought that the Prophet had a younger brother, and it was not until two days before the apocalypse that he took the ticket left by the Prophet and stormed into the shelter of the Ark organization aggressively, bringing three or four of his cronies with him.
"If Surte was here, I would probably beat him eight times a day." Vicky smiled as she spoke. Under Tang Ji's teaching, Soulte was a bully who didn't rub the sand in his eyes. A very positive idea.

"Sister, you should smile more." The boy looked at Vicky and smiled, and he laughed too.

At this time, Sirte, who was being missed by others, was exercising in the No. [-] shelter.

Ten years on, and like Vicky, Soult has grown up, and the little ones are now grown-ups.

From the point of view of height alone, Surte looks a little taller than Tang Ji, with slender limbs and well-developed small muscle groups. He looks like an anime character full of explosive power.

Surte has been training according to the training plan left by Wu Qianying for these years. When someone like Dr. Wu personally lists the fitness plan for you, it must be the most authoritative in the world. After all, she is almost from the molecular level. Consider the overall plan.

And Surte's biggest characteristic in front of Tang Ji and Wu Qianying is obedience. Surte will do what they say.

Ten years have passed, Sirte is now like a finely crafted marble sculpture, and at first glance, there is a feeling of vitality that is about to explode. Every time he appears in the fitness area, half of the base's idle women and a small number Male fitness enthusiasts will concentrate here.

These people dare not enter the arena to disturb Surte, not to mention Surte's title of the strongest superhuman in the shelter, his muscles like a work of art alone are enough to make the big bosses of the Violent Bear Gang I dare not take off my clothes.

Of course, women are more willing to take off their clothes, after all, everyone wants to taste the fresh and delicious fresh meat.

It's a pity that Soulte seems to be patronizing to grow muscles these years, and he doesn't seem to have made great progress in the field of emotional intelligence. Up to now, he has not heard of anyone who has succeeded in eating Tang monk meat.

Not even Annie.

Today, Anne is also the same as before. After half an hour of exercising in Surte, she arrived late. Wearing a yoga suit that can best outline the beauty of her curves, she walks with her head held high and her chest held high with an unspeakable confidence. Into the fitness area.

Often at this time, those men who have nothing to do will also start to gather in the fitness area.

Naturally, the small fitness area can't bear such a flow of people. The machine guards started to operate automatically, constantly issuing warnings, asking the crowd to disperse, and allocate time for exercise reasonably, and appealed to the virtual reality entertainment area next door to use zero. It is recommended to change the area to spend your free time.

Soulter is used to being the center of the crowd, from the first time he stood in the wind tunnel and ran at twice the speed of sound.

As for Annie, as the lust of the Seven Deadly Sins, if it wasn't for safety considerations, she should have printed her face on the moon, so that people all over the world can watch her have sex dreams every night.

Before this, Anne just had little motivation.

But now, whether driven by the instinct of lust or for her own safety, Annie wanted to have something to do with Sirte.

I am used to the tough guy style like Tang Ji and the mature style like Mikkelsen, but looking at this one from Surte, it is like drinking a large bowl of iced sour plum soup in the dog days, and the whole body trembles three times.

"Xiao Su, can you adjust the treadmill for me?" Annie greeted Surte very kindly, asked him to help, and brushed her hair to show off the charm of women. Some moves are not old-fashioned, classics will always be It is a classic, the point is whether you can use it well.

When Annie did this, all the men and women present gave a small wow, as if some special effect had been triggered.

However, Soult KO'd Annie with only one move. He walked to Annie's side, helped to set various parameters with special care, and then said: "When you want to stop, press this button, Aunt Annie, when the time comes you If you forget, you can call me again."

Annie's face seemed to have suddenly petrified, and she hummed with a stiff expression, buried her face in her chest and ran, auntie?Aunt!
Aunt Anne's words are must-kill. When Surte politely said this title, Mikkelsen couldn't help laughing in his office. He hadn't laughed for several years.

Mikkelsen didn't even need to think about it. Wu Qianying must have taught Surte this. That woman had figured this out several years ago and vaccinated Surte in advance. It's not very good, I can't play Wu Qianying no matter what, and I get frustrated every time.

"Sulte, come to my office later." A clone near the gym walked to Surte and said something simply.

Surte immediately jumped off the treadmill, put the sweat towel on his shoulders and said coolly: "It won't take a while, I'm done, I'll go with you now."

When Soulte said this, the women around him collectively sighed again. Soulte only comes to the gym to exercise three times a week. Fun!
According to statistics from psychiatrists, because of Surte and Annie, the incidence of mental illness in Shelter Zero is [-]% lower than that of other shelters, and it even makes up for the impact of food from the Gray Field Project to a certain extent. .

But Mikkelsen doesn't care how many people in the shelter want to be depressed, he just wants to play Surte's role as much as possible while Wu Qianying is still sleeping soundly.

(End of this chapter)