The mysterious apocalypse is coming, fortunately I have a simulator

Time passes.

In a blink of an eye, it is the early morning.

The original material support plan has completely failed.

The team that should have taken action more than ten hours ago has disappeared and returned to their shelter to wait for the next order...

At this moment.

There is an underground tavern in the No. 2 safety zone, which is only one street away from the No. 1 safety zone.

The lights are bright, the light music is melodious, the floor tiles and tables and chairs are all polished, and there are all kinds of drinks on the counter in front.

Well-dressed men and women, with confident looks on their faces, are chatting and laughing inside.

If it weren't for the devastated scene of the polluted area that could be seen at a glance when going out, no one would be able to see the horror of the end of the world from the scene in front of them...

At a wine table in the middle, Yan Jiaojiao, as usual, was drinking and chatting with her close sisters...

Next to her, at a table in the corner, there were also several other young people sitting around.

Occasionally, other people in the tavern would cast a friendly look at this table.

It seems that it is easy to find that the people sitting at this table have a slightly higher status in this place.

"The winner has been decided. Yuan Gang was born into a family after all, and his foundation is too shallow. My uncle just made a little move, and he couldn't do anything, haha."

The young man who was speaking was named Sun Heyu.

He was less than 30 years old, and he got a high degree from abroad before the end of the world and took over part of the business of his family's company.

Although in the top circle, his background and resume were not particularly remarkable.

But now is not the end of the world, especially on a day like today, when Sun Xiangkong is fully prepared to fight Yuan Gang, Sun Heyu, who is sitting here, represents Sun Xiangkong...

This is a little bit "remarkable".

"Fortunately, we acted quickly today. I almost broke my legs before I talked to my cousin. He spoke up and the team that originally planned to go to the 15-18 safe zone suspended the plan..."

There are other young people next to him, asking for credit, pretending to be hard-working.

After he finished speaking, others also talked about their own contributions. Most of them helped Representative Sun through someone, which led to the current situation and completely stopped the material aid plan...

The so-called credit.

To put it bluntly, there are only two words.

Call people!

Not only Sun Heyu's table, but also the people who can sit in this tavern now, before the end of the world, are either rich or noble, all so-called upper-class people.

The connections these people had before the disaster can still be used now.

The so-called connections are not all about deep friendship, but... the interests of each other can just be tied together.

After everyone else took credit.

Sun Heyu bowed and smiled, "I know you all worked hard today. We are all in the same group. We will prosper together and suffer together. Today's efforts will definitely be rewarded in the future."

Others smiled, either sinisterly or meaningfully...

Once the struggle begins, it will not be easy to end. Unless one side raises the white flag and surrenders, the struggle will not stop.

And when the struggle stops, it is time for the winners to distribute the cake... and this is what Sun Heyu said about the reward.

Continuing the topic, someone lowered his voice and asked: "It seems that Yuan Gang doesn't have any means of counterattack today. At the beginning, I felt that everyone was a little hesitant, but after we took action, it seemed that everyone quickly stood on our side..."

Sun Heyu smiled and glanced at Yan Jiaojiao at the table next to him: "I have to thank Miss Yan for this. The news that my uncle would not be transferred back was spread to everyone early in the morning. With such a key guarantee, everyone certainly knows how to bet."

Feeling Sun Heyu's gaze, Yan Jiaojiao, who was looking up at her drink, also returned a smiling look. It was not ambiguous, but just a gesture of a community of interests...

After exchanging eyes with Yan Jiaojiao, Sun Heyu turned around and continued with a smile: "In the final analysis, the most important things at the moment are nothing more than two things, one is fists, and the other is food."

"As for food, it is temporarily managed by Yuan Gang and his people, but the fists are always in our hands. Without our fists, what can Yuan Gang do?

Everything depends on our mood."

"But food is different..."

My neighbor hoards food, and I hoard guns. The principle is the same...

Hearing this, the person at the same table, holding a glass of wine, suddenly brought up another topic:

"Speaking of which, do you still remember Miss Zhu who was blown to death by the most wanted criminal?"

Sun Heyu looked at the person who was speaking: "It's only been a few days, who doesn't remember it? That night, I heard that the man was going to kill me, and I was a little panicked. Fortunately, nothing happened in the end."

Someone next to him took over the conversation: "Why do you suddenly bring this up? "

The person at the same table looked like he was reminiscing, and said, "But I've been to Miss Zhu's 'social experiment cell'. She turned the prison facilities there into her experimental site. She captured a lot of ordinary people and locked them up. Then, she only gave them very little food, just to observe how those people would develop in this small ecosystem..."

Someone sneered, "What social experiment? Miss Zhu is just a pervert. She tortured others under the guise of an experiment. Unfortunately, someone not only escaped from the cell she built, but also blew up the entire cell, and even Miss Zhu herself was blown to ashes. "

Everyone at the table had a calm expression. They had no feelings about the young lady in the circle who set up a private cell and controlled the life and death of others...

Not to mention that this is the era of doomsday disasters, even before the doomsday, people who can sit here probably won't react much to such things.

At most, they just think that the other party is playing too much. If they fail, it might cause a big trouble...

Sun Heyu took a sip of wine and asked, "Why do you suddenly mention a dead person?"

The man smiled and said, "Didn't you just say that the most important thing, besides fists, is food..."

"I've read the latest research report. It's not easy to grow food in the ground under such weather conditions, and the stored food is very limited. It may be okay for a few months, but what about a longer time?"

"So I think all the food should be in our hands, just like Miss Zhu's social experiment. After we turn other safe zones into independent and sealed "prisons", we only need to control food to control everything. "

Hearing this, someone sneered and said, "Isn't it a bit too cruel? If you do this, someone might do anything for a little food."

Someone next to him sneered, "This is just right. We are all poor people now. After turning food into a private thing, we can immediately become rich again."