I give the world destruction and new life

When Anthony's brigade encountered the attackers, the saints had already dug into the food warehouse gate.

Martin was very efficient, and it took only four hours to dig to the area where the warehouse was located. When the hard concrete ceiling was exposed, Saul jumped up excitedly in the car.

Five days ago, he was late again for the first time in 13 years. He also drank some spirits from the industrial age. He only knew that Tony and the others had some good wine hidden in private, but he never drank it. He was very excited.

So Saul has been looking forward to the opportunity to rummage through the food warehouse again. In contrast, Panan prefers to search for books from the ruins. The stories she has never read always fascinate her.

The Saint is still waiting for the opportunity. He is waiting for the gunman to appear again. He always feels that if there are really survivors on the surface, there must be a place where they can survive the most difficult years.

This warehouse area, which was not directly swept by the shock wave, perfectly met this requirement. Not only was it strong enough and had sufficient supplies, these solid concrete walls also resisted the spread of radiation to a certain extent.

The saint didn't want to have too many reveries in this regard, and he couldn't imagine how someone would survive all these years in that situation. He shuddered just thinking about it.

But the truth will eventually be revealed over time. When Martin digs all the way along the reinforced concrete wall and finally finds the emergency exit of the warehouse, the Saints and the others get out of the car.

"You stay outside and watch the car and other people. I'll go in alone." Saint got out of the car and patted Martin's metal thigh: "Be careful big man, I don't feel good today."

"You go in, I'll cover you, don't worry." Martin patted his chest, made a thumping sound, then pointed to his face vaguely, and explained: "I know, I'm just slow to react, not stupid , what the hell are you."

Martin, who spoke several beats too slowly, spoke slowly and leisurely even when he cursed, which made the Saint laugh.

Martin swears that when he gets back today, he will double his daily fiber ration!
The emergency exit of the warehouse was locked from the inside. The saint kicked it a few times, and the metal door was deformed, but it was still closed. In the end, Martin came over and kicked the door open.

The reason the saint didn't open the door was because someone was blocking it inside, a wall of crates, cotton, strips of cloth, and an entire container full of stuff.

Martin and Saint looked at each other, and Saint just silently took out an old-fashioned camera and took a photo. Shelter Zero asked them to record the entire incident regarding the survivors on the surface.

"Go back, the shooter is nearby, I guess this is their hometown." The saint looked at the warehouse where all kinds of debris were flying all over the sky due to the sudden storm, and pointed in the direction of the bus.

"I guess someone is going to get angry because there is no drink." Martin shook his head, turned around and walked back step by step.

The Saint walked into the warehouse alone. He tried to push the container, but the thing was obviously beyond his strength limit. He was not a Red Samurai-type superhuman. His bench press limit was only less than a ton.

Therefore, among the survivors hiding here, there are either no less than forty people, or there is a red warrior-type superhuman among them. Of course, it is also possible that they first emptied a container and pushed it all the way to the security door. Block the door, then fill it with something else.

The saint turned on the flashlight silently, and then checked the entire warehouse with the dim light.

Just as they thought, the entire warehouse was used to store imported food. At this time, as the hurricane poured in, the food packaging all over the floor was blown all over the sky.

The saint picked up one of them, and it said 'canned fish concoction' on it, but he didn't see the can.

And not far from the assembly, the saint also saw a pile of human skeletons. He couldn't tell at a glance how many people belonged to the pile of smashed bones scattered on the ground, but he could at least see them at a glance. Four human skulls.

Tang Ji collected this thing when he was free, and the saints still remember it.

The saint continued to walk into the depths of the warehouse, and the garbage that was blown all over the ground by the hurricane moved forward along with his steps, as if all the ghosts who died here were resurrected one by one, following the saint with sparse footsteps Voice.

There is a thick layer of dried stains on the ground. The saint doesn't want to know what it is, but he has seen no less than twenty human skeletons along the way. a place to excrete
The Saints spent four to ten minutes searching the first half of the warehouse. The warehouse was exhausted and the bones all over the floor seemed to be able to explain everything that happened that year. The only thing that needs to be determined is whether the gunman walked out from here. .

The further you went into the entire warehouse, the darker the light, but the surrounding environment became more and more tidy.

Although there was a lot of sundries blown by the wind, the ground was clean, obviously someone had carefully cleaned it.

The saint had been listening to the voices behind him, and the screeching sound of the hurricane blowing through debris interfered with his hearing, but also masked his presence.

He always felt that the gunman would not just let himself in touch with the secrets he hid in the warehouse. Although they only had indirect contact once in the sea of ​​sand, the gang of hobgoblins in the No. The camouflage, the winding method, etc., gave the gunman a particularly detailed psychological profile.

They believed that the identity of the shooter should be the New Hope generation born after Apocalypse Day, and someone should have taught him for a while, allowing him to learn to use modern weapons.

Moreover, they believe that the gunman has a serious genetic mutation, but this mutation may be a 'conscience mutation' for the current environment of the surface, which also explains why the other party can move quickly under the sand sea.

Laboratory analysis of the mucus turned up some kind of watery fluid containing peptides, commonly found in amphibians.

In addition, Vault Zero also tends to believe that the shooter is an isolated individual with no ethnic group and no companions.

Saints don't like the reports sent by those people, especially the wording of that ethnic group, as if if the other party is really a mutant, they can be expelled logically.
As the lucky one who spent the apocalypse day in the sanctuary, Saint felt that he was not qualified to do so, so he turned around abruptly, just as he saw a dark figure retreating into the corner.

The saint squatted on the ground, took out a bottle of pure water from his waist and placed it on the ground, then stepped back.