In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

Time: 12 hours until the end of the world.

Location: Kunlun Mountain Base No. 1, underground command center.

The level of activity here is ten times that of the outside world.

On the huge electronic screen wall, countless streams of data cascaded down like a waterfall, representing the pulse of the entire nation.

Su Ran pushed open the door and entered, followed by a person.

Bai Lu, the future "Queen of the Spiritual World".

At this moment, Bai Lu clung tightly to Su Ran's clothes, like a newly hatched quail.

The previously noisy room fell silent for three seconds the moment Su Ran entered.

"Have you explained everything clearly to the 'special talents'?"

The old man stood in front of the holographic sand table, his voice a little hoarse.

He stared at the twelve superbases and more than two thousand shelters scattered like sparks on the sand table.

"I've finished explaining."

Su Ran walked to the table, picked up the pot of strong tea, and poured herself a cup without ceremony. "However, they are still having trouble accepting it for the time being, so we have arranged for a psychological counseling team to intervene."

He pointed to the white deer behind him who was tugging at his clothes.

"She didn't want to be alone and insisted on staying with me."

The old man turned around, his eyes sharp as he swept over the white deer.

"it is good."

The old man only said one word, without asking about the process or the methods: "All these special talents will be assigned to the special operations reserve team, in separate groups, and you will be directly in charge. You must unleash their potential as much as possible."

"Yes." Su Ran nodded.

"12 hours left."

The old man glanced at the huge red countdown on the wall; the jumping numbers were like the footsteps of death. "00:00, the red rain is coming."

"Is the final cleaning of the ground finished?" the old man asked Li Guodong.

"It's done."

Li Guodong walked over, carrying an old military water bottle. His eyes were dark-rimmed, but his energy was frightening.

"The first layer of security has been applied to all the gates leading to the underground city. The surface is empty."

Shanghai, once a bustling metropolis that never sleeps, is now empty except for its neon lights spinning; there isn't even a stray cat on the streets.

The entire Great Xia was like a giant empty tomb.

"Let's go."

The old man suddenly straightened his collar and smoothed out every wrinkle on his Zhongshan suit. "You all come with me to take a look. I'm afraid I won't be able to see this again."

……

The summit of Kunlun Mountain is 4700 meters above sea level.

The cold wind was like a knife, whipping up snowflakes that stung my face.

This is Exit 1 of the "Kunlun Base," and also the last eye that the Great Xia left on the surface of this planet.

Su Ran, the old man, and Li Guodong stood on the terrace of the sentry post.

Beneath our feet lies the vast, snow-covered plateau.

In the distance, instead of the usual warm golden-red, there was a sickly dark purple.

"So beautiful."

The old man leaned on the railing, his white hair ruffled by the wind. "I've seen this land for eighty years, and I still haven't seen enough."

"You can watch it again later."

Su Ran stood half a step behind him, her tone calm, "When we return, this land will be even more beautiful."

"Come back and fight our way back..."

The old man smiled, a bittersweet pride in his smile. "Yes, we have to fight our way back. But this is the last time I'll see this old world."

Li Guodong unscrewed the canteen, and a strong aroma of soy sauce was instantly carried away by the wind.

This is a bottle of Moutai that he has treasured for thirty years, which he originally planned to drink when his grandson got married.

"Commander."

Li Guodong handed over the water bottle.

The old man took it, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

The spicy liquor rolled down my throat, like swallowing a ball of fire.

"Excellent wine!"

The old man shouted and handed the kettle to Su Ran, "Little Su, want a sip?"

Su Ran took it and, without hesitation, gulped it down.

"Cough cough..."

The alcohol was too strong, and since her body hadn't been tested by alcohol before, Su Ran choked so much that tears almost welled up in her eyes.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Li Guodong laughed loudly, and as he laughed, his eyes reddened.

He pulled out a flattened pack of Hongtashan cigarettes from his pocket and lit three.

One was given to the leader, one to Su Ran, and one was kept in his mouth.

Three men, one old, one young, and one strong, stood together in the cold wind, puffing away on cigarettes.

No one spoke.

at the same time.

The Western world on the other side.

It's early morning there, but the sky is already a desolate, apocalyptic gray-yellow.

Flames soared into the sky in Times Square, New York.

It wasn't because of celebration, it was because of riots.

The disorderly crowd rushed into the luxury store like mad dogs, grabbing diamonds and watches that were meaningless at that moment.

Police stations were set on fire, and National Guard armored vehicles rampaged through the streets, their tracks littered with the blood of their own citizens.

The White House lawn was packed with the last group of dignitaries trying to board the plane.

An overloaded Black Hawk helicopter crashed into the Washington Monument shortly after takeoff, turning into a fireball.

Wailing. Gunshots. Desperate screams.

Su Ran observed the final revelry of people abroad through the still-connected internet.

They are all the abandoned ones; the real executives and resource controllers have already entered the doomsday bunker.

"This is what is called 'freedom'."

Su Ran flicked her cigarette ash, her eyes indifferent. "Until the very last moment, they were still tearing each other apart."

The scene changes.

Summer.

Countdown: 06:00:00.

silence.Deathly silence.

As the drone cruised over Jade City, the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City gleamed coldly in the dark purple light of the sky.

Every household had its doors and windows tightly shut. Although the houses were deserted, every street was spotless.

Even before leaving, many elderly people took the trash from their doorsteps.

This is an order ingrained in our very being, one that inspires dread.

"These are the people of the Great Xia Dynasty."

The old man's hands trembled slightly. "As long as the country gives them even the slightest hope, they are willing to entrust their lives to you. This trust is so heavy."

"Sir, we cannot lose."

Li Guodong said softly, "If we lose, we will be sinners for all time."

"We won't lose."

The leader abruptly stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.

"Pass on my orders!"

His voice instantly transformed from that of a frail old man back into that of a commander who held the reins of power.

"Project Peach Blossom Spring has entered its final stage!"

"Close the gate!"

"Seal the gate!"

"Everyone, please remain silent and wait... for the red rain!"

Rumble!

As the order was given, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble violently.

Behind me, the massive alloy gate began to make its final locking sound, like a giant beast closing its mouth.

"Crack! Boom!"

The final safety measure has been implemented.

Great Xia, the entire territory is under lockdown.

All that remains is for the river of blood to hang upside down in the sky.

……

The medical center is located on the third basement level.

"ah!!!"

A piercing scream shattered the silence.

As soon as Su Ran stepped out of the elevator, her expression changed, and she immediately rushed to the special care ward.

In the ward, Bai Lu was curled up in the corner, her hands tightly covering her ears, her fingernails digging into her scalp, drawing blood.

"What's wrong?!"

Su Ran rushed over, grabbed her wrist, and forcibly sprayed the calming spray on her face.

"They're here, they're here..."

The white deer was convulsing violently, and its once clear eyes were now filled with whites, with the pupils shrinking to the size of pinheads.

She gripped Su Ran's collar tightly, with astonishing strength, her knuckles turning white.

"The sky... has broken."

"So much...so much blood...is flowing down from the sky..."

"They're eating the clouds...they're laughing..."

Su Ran's heart skipped a beat.

He looked up at the digital clock on the wall.

23:59:00.

One minute left.

In a previous life, after the red rains fell, 70% of the global population mutated.

As the strongest psychic ability user in her previous life, Bai Lu's perception is even faster than radar.

"Don't be afraid."

Su Ran hugged Bai Lu tightly, pressing her head against her chest, her voice steady as iron, "I'm here. The door is closed; they can't get in."

The white deer's teeth chattered, making a sickeningly loud clattering sound. "No...they...are everywhere..."