Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1777 Three Michelle Snow a Day
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Outside the window, a white wind was blowing violently. I couldn't see anything outside but a vast expanse of white.

Even with the windows closed, you can still hear the wind outside.

It makes people feel palpitating and scared.

In a residential building in the inner city, Dapao leaned on the window for a long time, looking at the blizzard outside with some worry.

"Min, what if this blizzard is so severe that it buries us?"

"It's cold." Song Min rolled her eyes and continued to sleep with her head covered.

As the outer city supervisor, she is very busy on weekdays.

Unlike Dapao, the director of the interrogation department, who has nothing to do all day and just wanders around everywhere.

Now that it was windy, time seemed to have been paused. She didn't have to do anything and could just stay in her room and rest.

The residential building they live in is very sturdy. As long as they don't open the door and the heating and ventilation systems are not broken, they can stay in the room for a long time.

In the room, they received enough food to last them ten days.

If a white-hair storm of this intensity lasts for more than a week, they can only wait until the white-hair storm passes before being rescued.

They placed the Internal Security Brigade and the Commando Team in a cave on the mountainside inside the Dazhangshu Base. These team members were able to come out of the cave as soon as the white hair wind ended to carry out excavation and rescue work.

Currently, the internal security battalion of the Dazhangshu base headquarters is headed by Li Haoxian, and the captain of the commando team is Li Tie.

The cave on the mountainside of the inner city has limited area and can only accommodate a part of the people. In addition, some excavation and snow removal equipment are needed, so it cannot accommodate more people.

Staying in a cave halfway up the mountain, the probability of being buried is relatively low due to its relatively high geographical location.

They had the same task as the people on the three walls: after a white-hair storm, they performed rescue work by shoveling snow to dig out people buried under the snow.

Inside the cave.

Li Tie was sitting on an excavator, watching the people in the cave arm wrestling, and replied with the intercom: "I see, I'll be waiting for your notification anytime, big brother."

Since he was inside a cave, he had no idea what was happening outside after the door was closed.

He would follow Li Yu's orders as to when to go out.

The cave had good sound insulation, and despite the roaring snowstorm outside, they could hardly hear any sound in the cave.

The wind was raging and the sky and the earth were all white.

Lai Jiaqi, who was on duty in the monitoring room, looked at the white screen in the camera and could not see anything clearly.

The screen in the monitoring room was three-quarters black.

All the cameras in this area have been removed, and those that remain are all located in key positions and have been reinforced to prevent them from being blown down by the wind.

But in white wind weather, everything on the screen is white, and snowflakes are like dense flowing sand, filling the entire screen.

Lai Jiaqi walked to the monitoring hall and observed for a while, then turned back to the small room next to it.

Pull out a box from under the bed.

After seeing the tablet computer in the box, he unlocked it skillfully with anticipation in his eyes, clicked on the screen, found a classic TV series, and watched it with relish.

She leaned back against the pillow, legs crossed, and looked extremely relaxed.

No one is in charge of her now, and she is in charge of the monitoring hall.

At this moment, there is no need to worry about any superiors coming to inspect suddenly.

Staying in the warm room, watching classic TV series before the end of the world, the blizzard outside seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Biting cold.

At this moment, the temperature outside reached a terrifying minus eighty-five degrees Celsius.

People who stay indoors have no idea what is happening outside.

Anyway, it looks white outside.

In the camphor tree base, some people were panicking, while others were as calm as an old cow.

Generally speaking, most people are in a state of giving up.

There is nowhere to hide in the white-hair wind.

A terrible blizzard will bury everything.

If it lasts for a short time, ending within ten days or half a month, they can still survive.

But if it lasts too long, there will be no way to survive no matter where you hide.

It's a dead end anyway.

Time passes slowly.

The thickness of snow in the large camphor tree base is gradually increasing. In six hours, the snow thickness reached 1 meter deep, which used to take three days to form.

Oil City.

Trading market residential area.

Room 18, 301rd floor, Building , Zone C

Xiao Zhao looked at the nailed window, walked to the door, and carefully opened a crack.

But just as the door was opened a crack, a strong wind blew it open.

It knocked him to the ground.

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The wind and snow suddenly filled the entire room.

"Mist grass!"

"Xiao Zhao, what are you doing!" Sun Dali jumped up from the bed, ran to the door, and pushed it back with force.

Gu Yuntao and others behind also crawled over to help. They couldn't stand up because the wind was too strong.

The cold air outside suddenly rolled up, instantly dropping the temperature in the room to below zero.

"I'll count to three, and we'll close the door together."

"One, two, three!" Sun Dali shouted, and four or five people worked together to finally close the door with great difficulty.

Click click click click——

They pulled up the three horizontal bolts in succession.

Then he pushed the only locker in the room to the door.

After the door of the room was closed, the temperature inside gradually rose because the heater was turned on.

They were not wearing much, and just a moment ago, the room was filled with snowflakes.

"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you not to open the door?" Sun Dali yelled at Xiao Zhao.

There was a layer of snow on the floor of the room. As the temperature rose, the snow melted and became wet.

"I want to go to the bathroom," Xiao Zhao said with some guilt.

"This!" Sun Dali brought over an iron bucket.

Xiao Zhao looked at everyone's gaze and lowered his head in embarrassment.

The room was not big to begin with, and there were four bunk beds with only an aisle in the middle.

There was no place for him to go to the toilet except a little space near the door.

And he couldn't let go of the toilet in front of everyone.

As if he saw what he was thinking, Sun Dali scolded:
"What's there to be embarrassed about? The broadcast told us not to open the doors and windows. Are you going to kill everyone by opening them?"

"Besides, how can you get up outside? It's so windy outside that it will blow you away as soon as you go out."

Xiao Zhao realized his mistake, raised his head and said guiltily: "Brother Sun, I know I was wrong."

Sun Dali tore a piece of cloth from the bed and clamped it between the cabinet and the bed frame to form a barrier.

"Isn't that all right?"

Then, he turned his head and looked at everyone, and said in a warning tone:
"I repeat, you are not allowed to open the door or the window. We have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate here until the white-haired wind blows away! Do you hear me?"

Everyone nodded quickly and said, "Got it."

The snow on the wall has accumulated and has covered the entire wall, reaching a height as high as the buttresses and is parallel to the wall.

As soon as the guard in the watchtower opened the door, the snow outside would slide in.

In the fierce wind and snow, the watchtower remained strong.

In the trading market and the oil city, the street lamps were frozen into popsicles, and the signs in the commercial district were also frozen, with a thick layer of frost on the surface.
Everywhere you look, it's all white.

In Oil City.

Uncle San was sitting on a chair, using his computer to look up information about the weather of the white-haired wind. Behind him were Li Zhengping and Liu Jinglue.

Because the white hair wind was so terrible this time, for safety reasons, he brought them both to his side.

Putting aside all other identities, he is the elder of both of them.

He must be responsible for the safety of both.

"Uncle San, what are you looking at?" Li Zhengping came over and asked while cracking melon seeds.

"I'm looking at information about white-hair wind. The base's database is limited after all. I've been searching for so long, but I only found a few articles about white-hair wind weather." Uncle San let go of the mouse and sighed.

In the past Internet era, as long as you entered the three keywords "Baimaofeng" into the search bar, you could find a lot of information about Baimaofeng, including text, pictures, and videos.

But now we can only search based on existing data packets.

There is really limited information about white-hair wind weather.

Li Zhengping threw the melon seed shells in his hand into the trash can, then picked up the cup on the table and took two sips of water.

"Uncle San, why are these natural disasters getting more and more terrifying? I thought the previous thunderstorm disaster was already terrible, but I didn't expect this white-hair wind to be even more terrible. What do you think we should do if we encounter a more terrible natural disaster in the future?"

Uncle San turned around, thought for a moment and said:

"Your eldest brother said that after this icy disaster is over, we will take over the northwest and seize the northwest meteorite. Then we may be able to figure out the cause of the disaster and find a way to end future disasters."

"Are natural disasters related to meteorites?" Li Zhengping asked in surprise.

Uncle San glared at him. "You're always distracted during meetings. Haven't we talked about this in several meetings before? And you weren't listening carefully!"

Li Zhengping scratched his head and sat on the sofa somewhat embarrassedly.

Uncle San didn't say anything more to him and turned off the computer with a melancholy look on his face.

At this point, we can only leave it to fate.

Even if such a severe snowstorm is over, clearing the snow afterwards will be a huge undertaking.

God really doesn’t want us to survive.

M city.

Oriental Pearl Tower, located in the center sphere.

Yu Qiang looked at the white-haired wind outside and felt a lingering fear.

He thought to himself that it was a good thing that he did not insist on going to Oil City.

Otherwise, in weather like this, they wouldn't be able to survive outside for more than an hour.

The room was filled with tables, chairs and benches, which they had moved in from restaurants outside.

He rubbed his hands and exhaled a puff of white mist.

I trotted to the campfire to keep warm.

He didn't know what the temperature was outside, but even next to the fire, they were shivering with cold.

The breath I exhale is white water vapor.

"Brother Qiang, when do you think this will end? Why do I feel like staying next to the fire now is almost the same as being locked up upstairs before?" complained the spotted man He Wenjie.

Little Radish Head said:

"Isn't it already minus 100 degrees?"

Zhuang Qian wrapped his coat tightly around himself and said tremblingly:

"Probably not."

Everyone was chatting with each other. They had no mood to play mahjong or table football in the entertainment area.

it's too cold.

Little Radish Head suddenly noticed that the old man had not spoken a word and had kept his head down and motionless.

He quickly pushed the old man and said, "Master Liu, Master Liu."

Everyone focused their attention.

Old man Liu is sixty-nine years old this year. Although he looked quite healthy before, he is old after all and cannot endure as long as the younger ones.

"Isn't he probably dead?" He Wenjie said with some fear.

Zhuang Qian stood up, walked in front of Old Man Liu, and nervously put his hand on the wing of Old Man Liu's nose.

Half a minute later.

His face became uglier and uglier.

"How is it?" Yu Qiang asked anxiously.

Zhuang Qian shook his head.

"he's gone."

I took Old Man Liu's hand, it was stiff and cold. I didn't even know when he passed away.

"Ugh"

"Master Liu, he's dead?" The little carrot head couldn't believe it.

Two hours ago, Old Man Liu was still chatting with him.

When you wake up from sleep, the person is gone?

It was too sudden, and he died right next to him without any call to action.

Yu Qiang sighed, "Let's carry the old man's body away."

He stood up from the dining table and brought over a tablecloth.

Several people wrapped up Mr. Liu's body and placed it next to the window.

The team had just been formed and already one person had died.

Everyone was in a low mood and sat by the campfire, staring at the flames in a daze.

Zhuang Qian picked up the cup and wanted to drink some water, but found that the water in the cup was gone.

He got up and said to everyone:

"There's no water. I'll go get some."

He carried the iron bucket and walked to the window. The window could only be opened one-fifth as the upper part was stuck.

Only a small gap can be opened.

He pushed the window handle up a little.

shhhhh--

The wind and snow blew in violently. He covered the gap with an iron bucket and soon filled the bucket with snowflakes.

When it was full, he took the handle with both hands and pulled it down hard.

crunch--

The window was closed by him.

It is worthy of being the window of the Oriental Pearl Tower. Even after so many years, it is still very strong.

He picked up the iron bucket and placed it directly on the fire to roast.

The snow melted little by little under the burning flames.

They stared at the flames and the snow in a daze.

His eyes were blurred and absent-minded.

In the wind and snow, many of the survivors hiding in various places felt as if their brains had crashed. There was nothing in their minds, and the temperature seemed to have frozen their thoughts.

Big camphor tree base.

Inner city villa.

It was a rare occasion for everyone to get together, and the whole family was having fun in the entertainment area in the basement.

The younger generation plays billiard in the billiard hall, the older generation plays cards or mahjong in the chess and card room, and some people eat snacks and watch movies on the big screen in the audio-visual room.

People like Li Yu’s grandparents found a relatively quiet place to play chess and drink tea.

Li Keai really liked the lively atmosphere. She ran around, made some noise here, and played tricks there. She was very excited until she got tired of playing. She fell asleep on the sofa and was carried to the bed in the room by her mother.

Li Yuze and his second uncle went upstairs.

Looking at the snow piled up outside the window, my uncle sighed:
"It's only been one day since the white-hair wind, and the snow is already more than three meters thick."

(Ask for monthly ticket)