Doomsday disaster: Stock up on billions of supplies at the beginning

The sound of the sound of a swan song was heard.

He stepped back in fear, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see any movement around him.

"Damn, was it just an illusion just now?"

Mu Yun looked around suspiciously, and indeed didn't see anything nearby, so he was relieved.

He patted his chest and took a few deep breaths.

"Psychological effect, scientifically explained by the vague sounds around, leads to auditory hallucinations, and the voices in the mind are subconsciously transmitted to the brain. Walking at night, you will hear someone calling your name. This is the principle."

Mu Yun soothed himself so firmly, and then began to look at the exquisitely crafted golden dragon robe in his hand.

On the dragon robe, a golden dragon hovered and danced, lifelike, as if it would break through the air in the next moment.

Below the dragon, there was a vast mountain and river.

And the material of the whole dress felt gentle and resilient.

"This texture doesn't seem to be silk..."

Mu Yun looked at it carefully. In order to verify his thoughts, he took out a pair of scissors and tried to scratch the fabric.

"It can't be cut?"

Mu Yun opened his eyes wide in surprise, took out the scissors again, and cut hard.

"Click~ Ding!"

The scissors broke with a sound.

Mu Yun stared at the half of the scissors blankly, and didn't react for a long time.

The hardness of this dragon robe is too high!

"Could it be that this is the legendary golden silk that is invulnerable to swords and guns, and impervious to water and fire?"

"Aren't those things from TV dramas? It really exists."

Mu Yun became more and more excited, "No wonder Long Jiuxiao wears it every day. It turns out to be a treasure for saving his life."

"Although I don't know why there are such unreasonable things in this world, since even rebirth exists, this kind of thing seems to be closer to reality. Hahahahaha, I am really lucky!"

Mu Yun will naturally not run around wearing a dragon robe now. He will put it in the ring first and wear it again when the end of the world comes.

Although this cosplay is a bit embarrassing, it is the end of the world. As long as it can strengthen one's strength, this little shame is nothing.

Now, there is only a dried corpse left in the coffin. Mu Yun has experienced two supernatural events before, and his little heart can no longer bear too much stimulation.

To be on the safe side, it is better to put it directly into the space ring.

With a swish, the black coffin and the coffin lid on the ground disappeared at the same time.

Then Mu Yun called Chu Antian.

"Boss Mu, is there anything?"

"Please help me book a cemetery."

"Huh?!"

"No, Boss Mu, isn't this too early? You are still so young."

Chu Antian on the other end of the phone was so shocked that she almost bit her tongue.

She remembered that Mu Yun was an orphan, and the only relative left by his side was Lin Keke. This cemetery was obviously chosen for him.

Chu Antian immediately imagined countless tragic scenes in her mind.

Could it be that Boss Mu had a terminal illness, knew that he was dying, and began to squander the company's funds... and so on.

The little girl immediately sympathized with Mu Yun's experience. At such a young age, he had to bear the cruel reality of the death of his relatives and suffering from a terminal illness. This was simply... too pitiful.

Chu Antian's eyes were red, and tears had begun to roll.

"Don't guess blindly, make a decision quickly. By the way, the cemetery is bigger and is used to place the coffin. This cannot be told to others."

"Don't worry, Mr. Mu, woo woo, I understand, you don't want to make Ke Ke worry, right."

"Well, that's it, hanging up."

"Hello?! Hello? Mr. Mu! Don't give up treatment, hello hello..."

Hearing the "beep" sound from the other end of the phone, Chu Antian's eyes were firm.

"I will definitely choose the best cemetery, and I will definitely make Mr. Mu live comfortably there."

After wiping away his tears, Chu Antian immediately contacted the cemetery and started to choose a site.

As for Mu Yun, he had no idea that this little girl's brain circuit would be so strange. He just wanted the mysterious mummy in the coffin to rest in peace.

He took someone else's treasure, so he should show his appreciation.

After explaining this matter, Mu Yun continued his daily stockpiling task.

He ran back and forth between the single-family villa and the warehouse, and occasionally went to the company to handle documents.

As for the people from Dongxing, Mu Yun did not let them idle.

In addition to going to the warehouse every day, the trucks rented for them also asked them to pump out all the oil in the tanks and then go to gas stations around the city to refuel.

There was no other way. Without special certificates, the government would not allow private enterprises to hoard gasoline. It was a hassle.

Some, but after these days of operation, Mu Yun also got 10 tons of gasoline.

It is expected that by the beginning of the end of the world, about 100 tons should be collected.

Together with the 100 tons sent by the arms dealer, it is enough for Mu Yun's early expenses.

As for the later period, the role of those modern tools is not so important, that is the world of superpowers.

...

Half a month later.

As time goes by, the supplies in Mu Yun's space are increasing. The water of Qiandao Lake occupies 40% of the space, food occupies 4%, daily necessities occupy 8%, and other miscellaneous items 1%.

It's not that there are fewer supplies, but that Mu Yun's space is too big.

It's still a long way from the goal set by himself to fill this space.

At this time, there are 54 days before the end of the world!

Today, Mu Yun went to the single-family villa to collect food as usual.

But when he collected the food for lunch, several uninvited guests came to the door.

"Mr. Mu, someone from the procuratorate is here to see you. Are you..."

Mu Yun frowned slightly when he heard the worried tone on the other end of the phone.

"I know. I'll come right over."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Yun drove a red supercar to the downstairs of the company.

He had expected this situation.

The flow of 30 billion yuan in funds will inevitably cause a reaction from the top, and it's almost time.

When he came to the office, there were two men in uniform sitting on the sofa. They looked like they were sent by the procuratorate to investigate his account funds.

"I'm Mu Yun. What do you want to see me about?"

The older of the two prosecutors took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Mu Yun, saying seriously.

"Mr. Mu, you are suspected of embezzling other people's assets. According to relevant regulations, we suspect you are suspected of money laundering..."

"Wait," Mu Yun raised his hand to stop him from talking.

"You can't accuse me of money laundering. I'm making a legitimate investment. Don't accuse a good person without evidence."

The two prosecutors looked at each other, as if they didn't expect Mu Yun to dare to contradict them.

The older one was silent for a moment, and then opened another stack of documents.

"This is a summons document. Regardless of whether it is true or not, please come with us."