I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 659 The Fall of Anning County

There will never be a shortage of stubborn people in the world.

There are always some people who think they are the only ones who are sober while everyone else is drunk, and that only they can see through the phenomena to the essence of things.

Zhao Wei is that kind of person.

Before the barrier enveloped Anning County, he watched the flow of people leaving the county town, curled his lip, and revealed a disdainful sneer.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a bunch of idiots."

He asked Grandma Feng on the first floor, "Aunt Feng, didn't the community organize a trip for you? Why didn't you go?"

Old Mrs. Feng had a sinister look in her eyes and her hair was completely white.

She looked at Zhao Wei with a sinister gaze: "I need to wait for my son to come home. What if I leave and he doesn't know how to get home?"

"Heh." Zhao Wei muttered to himself. Grandma Feng's son was a government-sponsored student studying abroad, but he was blinded by the beauty of foreign countries and refused to come back.

I heard things are in chaos abroad, so I suppose Grandma Feng's son must have had an accident too.

Old Mrs. Feng was traumatized and her mental state was not good. She was only nice to the Guo family on the fourth floor. When talking to other people, she was extremely unrestrained and did not care about their lives at all.

Zhao Wei didn't want to talk to her anymore and ran upstairs.

Throughout Anning County, there are probably over a thousand people like Zhao Wei and Old Lady Feng who, for various reasons, have stayed in the county town and refused to leave.

Some are reluctant to part with their own businesses, some are conspiracy theorists, some simply want to stay at home and not go anywhere, and no amount of persuasion can change their minds, and some have procrastination issues, putting things off until the barrier descends.

Each side has its own reasons and excuses, and the government can only say that it has done its best and respects the fate of others.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Wei quietly went out.

He had inquired and found out that all government staff in Anning County, including police officers, had been transferred to participate in some kind of training.

This means that the garrison in Anning County is extremely weak.

Hey hey hey.

Zhao Wei rubbed his hands together and went through the employee entrance to Pangdonglai Plaza.

He works at a gold shop in the plaza and knows the plaza's surveillance network well.

The Pangdonglai Plaza was quiet late at night, not even a mouse was in sight. Only Zhao Wei's footsteps echoed far and wide in the empty shopping mall.

Zhao Wei's heart pounded wildly, and his palms were covered in cold sweat. The dark shopping mall was like a sleeping beast, ready to open its jaws and swallow him whole at any moment.

Zhao Wei licked his lips and whispered to himself, "Gold bracelet, gold necklace, gold earrings, gold bangle..."

Once he's done this job, he'll flee abroad.

Money makes the world go round, and he refused to believe that all the people abroad would die out! Those royalty, nobles, and big capitalists must have ways to save their lives.

Doesn't everyone say that the X-47 is a poison developed by the United States?
Who would release poison before developing an antidote?

Imagining a future surrounded by beautiful women and spending money recklessly, Zhao Wei's steps became lighter as he headed straight for the gold shop, unaware that a protective barrier had already descended.

As Zhao Wei stepped into the jewelry store, the lights suddenly turned on.

There was a blurry figure in the store, but gradually the figure became clearer and clearer, and it turned out to be the store manager of the gold shop.

The gold shop manager, sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, dressed in a suit and bow tie, said in a pretentious manner, "Zhao Wei, today's sales figures aren't enough. You need to work harder to sell more goods."

"I'll sell you..." Zhao Wei paused, his fierce eyes gradually turning wooden.

He was like a computer infected with a Trojan virus; every move he made was full of human-computer interaction.

He changed into his work clothes, went behind the display case, and flashed a perfect smile.

"Welcome..."

At midnight, the empty jewelry store was filled only with Zhao Wei's warm and respectful greeting.

On the other side, on the first floor of the family compound, Grandma Feng, who often suffers from insomnia, lay in bed, staring blankly at the sky outside the window.

A jade plate hangs in the air, surrounded by stars.

Could it be that the moon seen abroad is not the same as the moon seen here? Suddenly, Grandma Feng rubbed her eyes, as if she had seen something unbelievable.

"Am I getting old and my eyesight is failing, or am I suffering from dementia? How come I see a train on the moon?"

Grandma Feng closed her eyes and kept trying to convince herself to go to sleep.

More than 70 years of life experience have taught her that the key to longevity is to avoid curiosity and meddling in other people's business.

After a while, Grandma Feng still couldn't fall asleep, but she didn't dare to open her eyes, so she could only think of something to distract herself.

According to Lao Guo, his daughter-in-law participated in some experimental group and has already regained consciousness.

This experimental group was led by Director Lin. As expected of Director Lin, there's nothing she can't do, only things she doesn't want to do.

Ugh.

Grandma Feng swallowed her sigh. If Director Lin had been there back then, would her son have not gone abroad?

Director Lin is knowledgeable and loyal; his son admires such a capable person the most.

Grandma Feng's mind was filled with thoughts of her son, her son, her son.

Even though my son has broken my heart, I still love him as I would my own child.

dong dong dong.

"Mom, open the door quickly, I'm home."

A familiar voice sounded from outside the door.

Grandma Feng suddenly opened her eyes, and what came into view was the train outside the window.

The train was much bigger, so big that Grandma Feng could clearly see the totems painted on its exterior.

It was a slender, long hand, which looked as if it were supporting a train.

Everything seemed eerie.

These abnormalities were practically a blaring gong and drum in Old Lady Feng's ear, telling her that something was wrong.

"Mom, why aren't you opening the door yet? I want to eat the sauerkraut dumplings you made yourself."

Grandma Feng blinked, a tear sliding down her cheek, her voice trembling: "Oh, son, don't worry, Mom will open the door right away."

Leaning on her cane, she walked shakily to the door and opened it without hesitation.

A spirited young man stood at the door, wearing a gold watch on his wrist, black leather shoes, and a black mink coat that reached his ankles over his suit jacket, looking every bit the successful man.

He smiled gently at Grandma Feng, revealing two small dimples on his cheeks: "Mom."

"Oh, it's good to be home, it's good to be home." Old Mrs. Feng took the man's cold right hand and, just like when she used to lead her son when he was a child, personally led him back to this decades-old house.

Whether it's true or false.

What does it matter if I die in my sleep, as long as I can see my son?

……

In the command center, everyone watched this scene and fell into a long silence.

After a long while, someone spoke up: "Old Mrs. Feng... should know that this isn't her son, right?"

"Absolutely. With his attire, he doesn't look like a returned overseas Chinese at all. He's clearly the epitome of a successful person in the eyes of the elderly, a perfect skin for them!"

"Stop with the nonsense. Things are extremely complicated. Our people are powerless against this anomaly! If this continues, will Anning County ever be unsealed?"

As everyone chattered amongst themselves, suddenly, one of the observers let out a sharp, explosive sound.

"Aaaaaah!! Director Lin is going in!!"

His boss reflexively asked, "What? Was your Chinese language taught by a PE teacher?"

The leader followed his gaze and froze, letting out an even louder exclamation: "Something's wrong! Director Lin has gone in!"

It's the last day of my holiday, and this holiday was more tiring than usual.