The more you look at the sky, the more you will be in trouble.

"What is the most frightening thing for you?"

"To die."

"To die completely, like dust... I want to live."

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Qin Ming raised his head, and his trembling body gradually calmed down. He felt his body dissipating, and the strange hurricane like a disaster tore him apart bit by bit.

His shaky figure still moved towards the eye of the storm. At the moment when his body dissipated, Qin Ming took a last look behind him, but found a broken body falling down.

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"Good morning, residents. A hopeful day has begun. Today's sun is very comfortable on the body. Haha, it's rare to encounter such good weather. I wish you all a good mood."

"The construction of the new Jiuan City is in full swing. Our city will complete the construction of the Jiuan-Tuzhou train at the end of this month. A large number of personnel are needed for the final material transportation. 219 jobs will be provided, with a salary of 300 Singapore dollars a day..."

A sweet and vigorous female voice came from the radio, and the revival of a silent city began from this moment.

The young man reached out and replaced the city broadcast on the radio with music. The stuttering and noisy electronic sound filled the clean room that was bright through the sun.

The music was an old song twelve years ago, Little Watermelon.

The young man stretched his body, threw away the sleeping pills he had eaten, and walked to the mirror to wash up.

The young man in the mirror looked very lazy. Under the black and clean hair was a heroic but slightly tired face. Under the thick and slender eyebrows, a pair of black and shiny eyes drooped. His pupils, as deep as the abyss, were dilated and looked absent-minded.

The exposed upper body looked very strong. The typical strong Asian body had an oriental beauty, belonging to the kind of lean and practical body. The only flaw was that there were many scars on the young man's torso, and the hideous healing wounds showed his difference.

Qin Ming wiped the water off his face and poured the wash water accumulated in the basin on the various small green plants in the cans on the balcony.

He put on a clean and tidy uniform jacket, picked up the resident ID card, pushed open the door, listened to the violent noise next door that had just appeared recently, and did not forget to close it gently. Only a slight sound was made.

After taking a glance at the scrapped elevator, Qin Ming went downstairs slowly, spent 3 new yuan for breakfast, and took a private bus with a strange paint job to his workplace.

"Good morning, Xiao Qin, you really came to work on time!"

"Morning. Have you eaten?"

After pretending to be enthusiastic in responding to his colleagues, Qin Ming came to his locker and hung up his work badge. "Qin Ming, a security guard at the Southern Branch of Jiuan Security Brigade."

Putting on a pistol that can be easily obtained on the black market, hanging a police bulletproof vest, and wearing a security helmet, Qin Ming started his day.

Jiuan's day has begun.

Six years after "Earth Good Friday", human civilization has miraculously rekindled like a fire in the ashes. The global population of 10 billion has dropped sharply to less than 1 billion today. Cities in various countries are in ruins, and even some small countries have not survived this devastating disaster and are destroyed. Government reshuffle, population migration, riots, you can see all the struggles in these six years.

Earth Good Friday, December 28, 2024, just as people are preparing for the upcoming New Year's Eve, a strange supernatural phenomenon suddenly appears all over the world. "Eye of the Storm." So named by the living witnesses. As the name suggests, it is a surreal wind field that spreads from the core point. People who hit the core are instantly blinded, and violent storms spread wildly from it, like a low muffled sound from the abyss.

That day, darkness enveloped the earth, electronic equipment lost contact instantly, and power was disordered. People saw with their own eyes that their relatives and friends were twisted in flesh and blood in an instant and became inhuman monsters. Any visible life, as if it was exposed to some kind of radiation, nearly half turned into monsters.

The most outrageous imagination in the world cannot describe their diversity. You can even find humanoid creatures with six buttocks. In just three months, the number of humans has dropped sharply... and new hope is also built in the ashes.

When the human race was facing extinction, the Chinese people burst out with amazing strength. The surviving Chinese people relied on their iron will and cohesion that shocked the world. They fully opened up their weapons, started production, and became soldiers. At the tragic cost of nearly 100 million survivors, they gradually recovered the Central Plains. Get in touch with the local forces that had lost contact in various places.

, repair electricity, regain partial satellite control, radio, water purification research, agricultural explosion.

In the central New People's Square of Shengping City, next to the undamaged monument, a black monument quietly rose up...

Towering walls rose up, and the new city called the Iron Fortress was located everywhere like hope. Because there are still many crises outside the walls.

Countries gradually made contact, and the world's political storm gradually unfolded, and the competition and research on the so-called mutants were quietly carried out.

The most important thing is the first exploration of the eye of the storm and the subsequent small eye of the storm...

A new era and a new pattern unfolded irresistibly...

Qin Ming stared at the thin middle-aged man in front of him with indifference, looking at the security guard who was in a coma due to heavy bleeding. The walkie-talkie on his chest was buzzing, and the hoarse voices of other colleagues came out from time to time.

The thin middle-aged man spitted and looked at the young man in front of him with contempt, with smoke coming out of the muzzle of the submachine gun in his hand.

Bullets poured in, and the roar of guns made the residents in the alley silently close the windows.

Qin Ming shrank his head and hid in the bunker nearby. Feeling the crackling sound of bullets, he patiently waited for the moment of the gap, quietly poked his hat out of the bunker, and at the moment the bullet penetrated the hat, he leaned out sideways, held the gun steadily, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang"

The bullet penetrated the middle-aged man's head and hit his chest, and blood splattered. The man twitched twice, fell to the ground, and lost his life.

Qin Ming patted the dust on his clothes, approached the fallen security guard, took off his dog tag, and picked up the walkie-talkie. "Tang Jun is dead."

Qin Ming picked up the middle-aged man's submachine gun, removed the magazine, and the orange-yellow bullets were shining. He touched the middle-aged man's clothes again, took out the wallet hidden in the lining, and took a look at the obvious bullet holes on the police bulletproof vest worn by the man.

Qin Ming spat at the corpse and cursed in a cold voice: "You bastard."

Then he carried Tang Jun's body and walked away quietly...

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(Preliminary reminder, the main storyline of the dual world, some readers will skip it, so they will be confused.)

Chapter 7 changes, readers, please be patient, the previous plot feels very important (sad)

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