Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 34 34. Just like that, a yellow eel appeared in the stinking sewer

The fact that two military aircraft flew away from the city-state area, which had been under martial law due to the abnormal changes in the Fetal Moon, at the dangerous evening time was in itself a signal of some special nature.

Especially in the eyes of those who have their own secrets, this phenomenon alone is enough to deserve attention.

In the "Central City" of the city-state area, the most prosperous area of the well-planned urban area has now been cleared, and all residents are required to stay at home or in shelters. Before the abnormal changes of this fetal month subside, they are not allowed to go out at will to avoid uncontrollable catastrophic consequences.

The armed robots of the Central City Security Department have been dispatched. These bionic mechanical police officers are patrolling the streets with live ammunition, and heavy weapons have also been activated in some important areas.

Those multi-legged defense machines with full firepower like tanks formed a tight firepower network, ensuring that they could be put into "counterinsurgency" at the first time if a dangerous situation occurred.

This was a huge commotion, causing complaints from the pretentious citizens of the City-State District, but they were merely complaints about the inconveniences in life. Although the City-State District had been at peace for more than 30 years, the Evil Land, the Occupied Area, and those extraterritorial monsters were more like "stories" in legends, but the strange moving moon above their heads was like a sword hanging over everyone's head, making them realize what kind of world they were in every time they looked up.

Once that thing gets angry, no one can escape the crisis that follows.

In the very center of the central city, in the Acholi Consortium's surface headquarters building that resembles an office building, the young Acholi executive in charge of surface affairs is listening to the reports of official psychics in his office. This "young and promising" handsome executive has a serious expression and seems to be really worried about the impending crisis.

However, his restless left hand under the desk was roaming on the hips of the secretary under her skirt, indicating that he was absent-minded and didn't care about what was about to happen.

Such a work attitude is a bit disrespectful for the leader who is nominally in charge of the entire city-state, but who can blame him for having a good father?
Dr. Acholi, the founder of the Acholi Group, has a pair of children, and the little Acholi in front of him is the only designated heir of the old doctor.

People in the city-state area called him "Crown Prince".

This is not a joke, but a description of the facts.

Little Acholi, who has the most reincarnation skills, is indeed one of those nobles who was born with a "diamond spoon" in his mouth. Even in this terrible era of the Bad Land, he still possesses power that is envied by countless people.

"Based on the observations of the seven weather stations on the current surge in psychic energy concentration, we have come to a preliminary conclusion that the lunar phase of the Fetal Movement Moon is likely to transform into the 'Moon of Madness' tonight, with a small probability of entering the 'Moon of Truth', and a slight probability of triggering a catastrophic 'Moon of Reproduction'.

If the speed at which the concentration of psychic energy increases in the future remains unchanged, this will be our final conclusion. "

The middle-aged psychic sitting across from the round table, wearing the uniform of a senior staff member of the Acholi Foundation and a special bracelet, said seriously:
"Therefore, we recommend that you order the martial law level in the city-state area to be maintained at level three. There is no need to carry out a deeper mobilization to avoid disrupting the normal order of the city-state area. The citizens are now a little panicked. After all, this change in the moon phase is a bit abrupt, but such a situation has happened more than once in the past thirty years.

So don't be too alarmed, this is just normal climate change in the Badlands."

"Your conclusion puts me at ease, Your Excellency."

Little Acholi heaved a sigh of relief.

He stood up, humbly thanked the psychic in front of him, and personally escorted him out of his office.

But when the door closed, a "bored" expression appeared on the face of the surface affairs director. He walked to the French window of his office and looked at the quiet city. After a few seconds, he complained:

"It's boring."

"Do you want to experience the Fertility Moon again?"

Little Acholi's secretary hugged him gently from behind and whispered:
"Even with this low-intensity lunar phase change, many people will die. As an executive officer, you should show appropriate concern and compassion. This will help stabilize your rule."

"Rule? Cheer up and be king on this post-apocalyptic garbage dump?"

Little Acholi laughed sarcastically, turned around and said to his secretary:
"If this is what I'm after, I might as well put more effort into your little devil's belly. Look, dear, before I gave the order from the executive officer, this city and even all the cities in the city-state area had already made preparations for the changes in the moon phases.

In other words, even if I wasn't standing here, they would still know what they should do.

I, the so-called noble, am just a rubber stamp. If I don’t know my own position, I will only make more jokes to those guys hiding in the shadows and manipulating everything.”

"So, you are willing to give up your power?"

The secretary, who was called "dear", sneered, kissed her lover's ear and said:

"If you really are someone who knows how to 'decentralize', you wouldn't have to come all the way from the Garden of Eden to the surface, right? You must have come to this garbage dump in pursuit of something higher than reality, and that's why I'm attracted to you.

So, cheer up! Don't lose face, my 'highness', there are still many battles waiting for you to fight."

"Oh, you always know how to cheer me up."

Little Acholi laughed, turned around and patted the secretary's waist, then sat down at his desk and activated the contactless information center in front of him. Immediately, all kinds of information popped up from the projection screen.

He got into work mode, solving the decisions before him one by one, as if he was really handling "government affairs", but soon, a message sent to him through an encrypted channel interrupted little Acholi's busy schedule.

He frowned and stared at the brief reminder on the screen, lost in some kind of thought. The secretary who brought him a cup of hot cocoa also noticed the message.

She also frowned, and after a moment she whispered:

"Chief Researcher Roger personally ordered two armed aircraft to be sent to the Badlands, especially at this time when the moon phase is about to change. This is not normal! Apart from the Time Maze No. 11 that they have been exploring, what else in the Badlands is so attractive to that 'Researcher Tyrant'?"

"I don't know, but I guess it must be something important to Roger and the entire 'Blink' organization."

Little Acholi narrowed his eyes.

He leaned back in the comfortable chair and patted his legs, and the secretary immediately lay obediently in her lover's arms.

She knew that this was not an invitation to some kind of sexual desire, but just a "quirk" of little Acholi. This playboy from "heaven" always liked to hold something in his arms when he was thinking deeply.

In his words, this makes him feel at ease.

Therefore, a good secretary will play such a role at this time.

“The Flash Organization was originally a research institute under the Acholi Consortium, a think tank established by my father. However, they have devoured too many resources over the years, causing serious disruption to the Acholi Consortium’s organizational structures in the Badlands, City-States, and Garden of Eden.

It's like a tumor growing in the human body.

It constantly devours resources, making itself fat and plump, but making the host weaker and weaker. "

Little Acholi narrowed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously sliding over the seductive body, he whispered:

"I want to control the entire consortium and take back what belongs to me. The Flash Organization is a roadblock that must be eradicated. The elders of the consortium are also very dissatisfied with this money-eating beast. After all, the world has fallen to this point and there are only so many resources that can be provided. If the Flash Researchers take more, the directors will have less.

So they will support me.”

“But you can also do it the other way around!”

The secretary was obviously not willing to be just a vase. She whispered:
"As long as you get rid of the so-called 'Three Flashes', you can take over this organization that hides many secrets from your father. Old Dr. Acholi must have his reasons for keeping the Flash Organization. Maybe those secrets are related to the future of the entire world.

Master them, and you master the world.

The most interesting thing is that Takahashi Santao, one of the three masters of instant light, has been missing for more than a year, and there is a high probability that he died while exploring the time maze No. 11.

Han Bin has served as the Archon of the Garden of Eden for many years and never interferes with the management of the surface. He is said to be a mild-mannered pacifist.

He will most likely be able to work happily with you.

So, the only person standing in your way is that nasty Roger, the famous 'Researcher Tyrant'.

Now that Roger has sent his trusted aides to the Badlands at this delicate time, this is your chance."

"Yes, this is my chance."

Little Acholi nodded, as if he had made a decision, and said to the secretary in his arms:
"Get up, you're pressing on me and it hurts a bit. I'm not interested tonight. You should find a way to solve it yourself."

The secretary curled her lips at the slightly indifferent attitude. She stood up, gave a perfect smile, then turned and left the office.

Little Acholi lay there, sniffing the perfume on his fingers, and smiled disapprovingly.

This Weng Meiyu is visibly ambitious, but unfortunately, she tries her best to get into her own game field and become her own assistant or collaborator. Unfortunately, she doesn't even know what game she is playing.

that power?

Pursuing power in this garbage dump of a world is the most foolish ideal!
As he said, little Acholi came to the surface from the paradise-like Garden of Eden not to put a crown of "King of Garbage" on his head. Unfortunately, in this bad year, no one believes even the truth.

He sighed, looking a little lonely at the moment, and a little irritably, he opened his drawer and took out a very old-fashioned communication device.

That thing was out of tune with the various smart devices in the office and even looked a bit crude, like something that only wastelanders would use. However, inside its mechanical structure was a special glowing bottle.

There was a blue cyclone visible to the naked eye swirling around in the bottle.

This is by no means a normal situation, and it also indirectly shows that this seemingly mechanical communicator is actually a psychic item.

"drop"

The thing made a slight sound, indicating that the communication request had been sent.

Little Acholi was not in a hurry to wait, but stood up and poured himself a glass of wine. A few minutes later, when he was about to finish the wine, the device made a "beeping" sound again.

Communication is connected.

"How are you lately?"

Little Acholi, slightly tipsy, was lying on the sofa, looking at the empty city below. He asked casually:

"Do you need me to send some more supplies?"

"If you have something to say, please say it. I'm busy."

An impatient woman's voice came from the other side, her tone full of resistance and annoyance.

This attitude actually made little Acholi laugh out loud. Although the other party seemed to not want to pay attention, it seemed more real to him than the secretary Weng Meiyu's flattery.

"Of course I have something important to talk to you about."

He coughed, told the other party that Roger had sent a flying vehicle to the Bad Land, and warned him:

"Send your people out to track down the operators of the Flash Organization and see what they are up to. If you can find something that Roger is interested in, then you should take it away and keep it in your hands.

We will definitely be of great use later.”

"Who are 'we' and you?"

The woman opposite scolded unhappily:

"Okay, I get it, you don't have to worry about it.

Also, get back to the Garden of Eden right now. The surface of the earth is not a place for you to run wild. You were a playboy for the first twenty years of your life, but if you stay in this damn place for three days, you will cry and shit in your pants, and I will have to wipe your butt for you.

Or just stay in the city-state area and enjoy life with your beautiful vases!
Just don't cause me any trouble, understand?"

"How can there be such a bad guy like you in this world?"

Little Acholi was completely stunned. Hurt by the vicious words, he jumped up and retorted:

"I was worried about you, so I gave up my luxurious life and came to this hellhole to endure all these years. And this is your attitude? You don't know how to appreciate kindness, right? Do you believe me? I will cut off your supplies for the next month and let you and your people starve in the bad land?

I really think you are so awesome!

You stinky sister!
If you don’t want to fight with stray dogs on the roadside for bones next month, you should apologize to me honestly! What you said just now was too nasty and seriously hurt your brother’s feelings.”

"Uh"

The opponent's momentum suddenly weakened.

A few seconds later, a mosquito-like buzzing sound was heard:

"Okay, I'll take a step back and admit that you were wrong, okay? You awful fellow, you came to the surface without making a sound and insisted on helping me, not caring at all whether I needed it or not. You completely disrupted my plan and almost exposed the spy I had placed in Maze No. 11.

You've been causing me trouble these past few years!
If it weren't for the supply
Anyway, do your job, bastard! Don't let anyone find out that I'm in contact with you, especially ruthless and troublesome people like the Three Masters of Flashing Light.

Don't underestimate them!
Don't confront them head-on, or I won't have time to save you if something happens."

"Humph, I'm awesome, you should just take care of yourself."

Little Acholi, who had regained his brother's dignity in front of his sister, hummed with satisfaction. Before hanging up the phone, he looked up at the sky that was covered with dark clouds and said softly:
"The moon phase changes tonight, and the psychic tells me that this crazy moon will last for seven to ten days. Be careful. If this thing can't be done, forget it. I don't want to lose my family again because of those damn things.

Protect yourself, okay?"

"Well, be careful too."
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"Ah!"

Zhou Ke, who was racing wildly in the evening sandstorm in the Badlands, suddenly sneezed. Wearing windproof goggles, he couldn't help but wipe his nostrils and complained:

"It must be some annoying guy cursing me behind my back. Ah, these damn bad land people are so unfriendly. I have tried my best to adapt to the broken rules here and try to abandon the principles of being a civilized person and integrate into this terrible place."

"But look at all the shit you've done in the past fortnight!"

Wu Neng immediately retorted loudly in the wind and sand:
"You have done nothing but cause trouble for Tiger Nation. If I were a Tiger Nation member, I would not only curse you, but also want to catch you and skin you alive. The things you did in the Castle of the End alone are enough to seriously damage the vitality of Tiger Nation.

You still have the nerve to complain?
Turn left! You're a road idiot!
I told you, you can only re-enter the safe road by turning left along this canyon, and then you can return to Slag Town by going all the way forward.

But I'm very curious, why do you insist on going back to Slag Town after doing such a big thing?
Do you really think Old Joe will accept you?"

"Good question! If I were Old Joe, I would never accept a troublemaker like me. Before I get close to my territory, I would order a bullet that I hate the most to be delivered to me."

Zhou Ke answered with great self-awareness:

"But the problem is, I can't find a good place to go in this bad land except Slag Town. You see, I have offended the Tiger Nation this time, and we don't have much friendship with the Snake Nation. The last of the three major forces of the Wastelanders, the Eagle Nation, is secretive and I don't even know where they are.

After all the calculations, if you don't intend to abandon your human body and run to Rust Castle for 'Mechanical Ascension', then Slag Town is the only way left for you to go."

"Well, that's true. I can't think of any other solutions in your situation."

Wu Neng said:
"So, your next life plan is to use Slag Town as your base and rely on the Snake State to complete the great cause of 'Wasteland Tycoon'?"

"That's what I thought, but I don't think it would go smoothly. I can only take it one step at a time."

Zhou Ke shrugged and looked at the increasingly crazy sandstorm around him.

Even though he was an ordinary person, he could feel the uncomfortable psychic energy surge in the wind and sand. Thinking of the terrible illusion he saw in the psychic storm in Tiger Claw Town that night, he suddenly felt that it was not a good idea to continue moving forward after nightfall.

So after a few minutes, Zhou Ke found a cave on this rather desolate hill, drove his car in, made a fire, and planned to rest here for a while.

By the way, observe what Han Bin called the "changes in the phases of the moon". This was the first time he had seen the changes in the moon phases of fetal movement with his own eyes.

“It’s red, it’s red!”

Amid Wu Neng's exclamation, Zhou Ke raised his head while lying at the entrance of the cave.

In the gap between the wind and sand, he saw the strange moon in the night.

The eerie purple light was rapidly transforming into an even more ominous scarlet, as if the God of Destruction had opened his bloodshot eyes above the wasteland sky.

"It's like God has her period, the traffic is amazing!"

Zhou Ke made a sharp comment on this.

But you have to admit that this vulgar comment is surprisingly appropriate.

(End of this chapter)