Diversity Domination: Starting from the Resident Evil Lottery

After some self-introduction, the nine people who survived also got to know each other briefly.

Over the next few days, the survivors distributed food according to Mickey's rules.

Although the food was not abundant, and everyone was hungry and rumbling every day, at least it kept them alive.

Dahl, a black man who was one of the survivors, maintained a positive attitude, insisted on exercising every day, and worked tirelessly to use radio and telephone to communicate with the outside world, but never received a reply.

......

Today is December 7, four days after that devastating nuclear explosion.

In this once bustling and bustling New York City, now it is empty and lonely.

The streets were deserted, the buildings were in tatters, and there was a suffocating dreary air in the air.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and a black wormhole quietly appeared.

It rapidly expanded to ten square meters, like a dark devourer, slowly swaying in the void.

Immediately afterwards, a group of soldiers dressed in white nuclear radiation protective suits rushed out of the wormhole with various precision instruments.

They are quick to act, linguistically rigorous, and clearly highly trained professionals.

A soldier armed with a radiation test device walked to the front of the group and reported to the commander who was holding a black pet in his hand: "Captain, the nuclear radiation here has reached 4,000 roentgens, and the radiation level is rising. "

The radiation testing instrument in his hand was making a piercing beep.

Shi Haoge glanced at him, frowned, and said solemnly: "Zhuxingzhou, how many times have I emphasized that you want to call me a general here." "

Shi Haoge reprimanded his subordinates while looking around at his surroundings.

On nearby buildings, the words "New York" are faintly visible on billboards.

The shattered glass windows shimmered in the sunlight, like shattered dreams.

The sky was stained with a thick smoke of nuclear explosions, a scene of apocalypse, an indescribable silence and desolation.

In a sea of ruins, Shi Haoge and his team were like lonely ships, small and insignificant.

The silence of the ruins and the smell of death around them make them feel like they are in a forgotten world.

There was a strong smell of radiation all around, and you could feel the indescribable danger even in the breeze.

Shi Haoge's brows tightened, and he was keenly aware of the crisis in the air.

The danger, which was almost palpable, made him shudder.

"Where are we now~?" Shi Haoge asked in a deep voice.

A soldier with a protective computer looked at him and replied in frustration, "General, the radiation here is so high that our equipment can't locate it. "

Shi Haoge nodded, in this case, they could only rely on judgment and experience to find a safe way out and get out of this area with an ultra-high radiation value.

He glanced around, trying for any possible clues.

But looking around, this ruin seems to have lost traces of life, except for silence and silence.

Buildings have collapsed, streets have been shattered, even road signs have been destroyed beyond recognition.

Nothing useful was captured other than knowing that this was New York.

The radiation level here is seriously exceeded, and if there is no way out within half an hour, Hao Ge can only go home first, leaving Godzilla cubs here to absorb nuclear radiation.

In this land shrouded in nuclear radiation, Godzilla cubs seem unusually happy.

It greedily absorbs the nuclear radiation around it, as if it were the most delicious food in the world.

It's a paradise for Godzilla cubs.

However, half an hour passed, and the exploration team still did not find the weak point of the radiant. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

They had to choose to retreat to the Overworld, leaving Godzilla cubs here to continue absorbing high levels of nuclear radiation.

Godzilla is so important, Shi Haoge naturally won't rest assured that he will be left alone in this world.

So, every quarter of an hour, a group of soldiers would come to change the guard and protect Godzilla's cubs.

Time flashed, and another week passed.

Shi Haoge once again led the advance team to this world covered with nuclear radiation dust. []

After only a week of not seeing him, Godzilla, the size of a puppy, had grown to the size of a sheep calf under the nourishment of endless nuclear energy, and rolled happily on the ground, as if to show them his growth.

"General," the Zhuxingzhou report shattered Shi Haoge's observation, "the radiation value here has dropped significantly, and there are only 2,800 roentgens at present. "

Hearing the news, a flash of surprise flashed in Shi Haoge's eyes, and he sternly advised: "Continue to observe closely, and you must not take it lightly." "

"Yes, General. Zhuxingzhou responded, and then began to carry out the next step of observation and deployment.

"'Try to connect the world's satellites. Shi Haoge added an order.

The soldier quickly reported: "General, we have successfully linked to the military satellite of the John Bull Country, and the current location is determined to be 116 Broadway Avenue in New York City. "

At the same time, his fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, and he began to get information about the world.

At this time, the communications corpsman urgently reported: "General, the communication equipment is no longer interfered with. "

"Good. Shi Haoge nodded, "Continue to search the nearby area to see if there are any other abnormalities." "

The communications corps immediately got busy. Soon, a communications soldier made a new discovery: "Our radio station picked up a distress signal from a nearby neighborhood in the loft apartment on Oak Street in Lower Manhattan. Do you respond?"

Shi Haoge thought for a moment and ordered: "Don't respond yet, let's go see what the situation is." "

With that, he took the lead in the direction of Manhattan. Everyone packed up their equipment and followed.

......

In a hidden basement in New York City, nine survivors are struggling to settle in this isolated space.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the screeching alarm bell rings like a talisman, announcing the beginning of another round of brutal hunger games.

As the alarm stopped, the landlord, Mitch, stepped out of the dimly lit bedroom with a tray in his hand containing their "lunch" — canned beans.

An ordinary can of beans is like an insurmountable mountain of five fingers, firmly pressing them in this dark hell.

It's their only source of food every day, and it's their hope of survival.

However, for them, this can is like a chronic poison, little by little it wears down their will and patience.

In the beginning, they would also calculate the date, hoping that help would arrive soon.

Ps: The picture below is the sky high.