[Does the host sign in to get today’s benefits? 】
"Sign in!"
[Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully signing in]
[Reward the host with one thousand top-quality Australian lobsters and two hundred king crabs! 】
[The reward has been automatically stored in the host space, please check it]
When he saw this reward, Zhang Kun couldn't help but be stunned!
These are foods that have been extinct for many years. Why did the system still get these things out? !
When Zhang Kun was about five years old, a certain island country discharged nuclear wastewater into the sea based on the principle that if only I was clean, it would disgust the whole world.
The result of this is that Zhang Kun has never eaten any seafood since he was six years old.
It's not that he doesn't want to eat it, but that most of the seafood has quickly become extinct within a year...
Now looking at the space, Zhang Kun couldn't help but feel a little confused as he had only seen pictures but never tasted delicious food.
"System, this thing doesn't have nuclear radiation, does it?"
[Host, are you questioning my strength or my vision? 】
"Don't say that! Just pretend I didn't ask!"
Zhang Kun wiped away the non-existent cold sweat, put out a bottle of red wine, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony, and looked at the city in front of him.
Outside the window, heavy snow fell from the sky, like God's endless dandruff.
For your own windows, low temperature has almost no effect on it due to the blessing of the system.
But Zhang Kun could still clearly see that large irregular ice crystals had condensed at low temperatures on the windows of the opposite community.
He didn't know what was going on, but at this moment, the repertoire of Elsa, the Snow Queen, came to his mind:
let it be, let it be
There is no way to look back
let it be, let it be
Turn around and no longer care
Let me stay on the cliff
let it be, let it be
Anyway, I'm not afraid of the ice and snow...
Shanghai is one of the largest cities in China, with a permanent population of nearly 25 million.
Looking out the window at the heavy snow falling, it looks like a fairyland under the light.
But soon, two-thirds of these 25 million people will die in the apocalypse.
Is it too cruel to still be in the mood to sing here? !
Zhang Kun frowned, turned around and took out a steamed Australian lobster from the kitchen.
While humming, I tasted the tender meat on the shrimp tail.
Well, this feels right!
It's just... if I keep eating like this, my system won't give me gout, right?
Zhang Kun sat on the balcony, cut open the huge claws of the lobster with a knife, and then turned on his mobile phone.
After midnight, the end of the world has arrived. For most people, the rules of how the world operates have changed, but most people don't know it yet.
Zhang Kun turned on his phone and saw dozens of text messages and hundreds of missed calls, which almost made his phone freeze.
He clicked on a few messages, and almost all of them were messages from his boss, Pete:
"Zhang Kun, what the fXXk! Who told you to have a holiday today? Call all the warehouse employees over before eight o'clock in the evening!"
"Where are the goods in the warehouse?! You are legally responsible for doing this!"
"You damn pigs! God will punish you!"
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Through the phone screen, Zhang Kun could think of his immediate boss's angry and twisted face.
But after eleven o'clock, there was no message from Peter.
If that arrogant British guy had gone to the warehouse site, he would have frozen to death in the first wave of cold wave...
Zhang Kun was still a little worried and couldn't help but call Peter.
There was always a beeping waiting tone on the phone.
This damn foreign devil doesn’t even know how to get a ringtone? !
What's your name? Pete, just change it to Digging Coins.
Zhang Kun was about to hang up the phone impatiently when a voice suddenly picked up from the other side of the phone:
"Kun, damn, where are you?!"
Hearing Pete's weak and trembling voice, Zhang Kun guessed that the old boy should still be near the warehouse.
"Oh, dear Peter, are you okay? It sounds like you have a bad cold..."
"It's not important, my Kun, can you tell me where the goods in the warehouse have gone?!"
"I won't make it!"
"Goods? What happened to the goods? Today I just remembered that the overtime and rest days you promised us have not been implemented yet, so we are just giving everyone a holiday. Is there something wrong with the goods in the warehouse?"
Although the goods are all lying in his own space, Zhang Kun has no psychological burden when talking nonsense.
Under the apocalypse, there is another set of moral bottom lines.
"You really don't know?"
On the other end of the phone, Peter's weak voice was almost desperate.
"Damn, without those goods, I don't qualify for a ticket to board the ship..."
"Ship ticket? What ticket?"
Zhang Kun waited for a long time, but there was silence on the other side of the phone, not even the sound of Peter's breathing.
On the first night of the apocalypse, the temperature outside was nearly minus 60 degrees.
Even a foreigner like Pete, who comes from the bitter cold land of Eagle Country, cannot bear it for long.
However, his words made Zhang Kun murmur.
Based on what the warehouse employees said before, Peter once brought an unidentified convoy to transport a large amount of supplies in advance.
Zhang Kun suspected that someone like him had already learned about the doomsday news in advance.
Moreover, they most likely built a doomsday ark in advance!
But compared with the safe house given by this system, is the so-called doomsday ark safer?
Zhang Kun obviously doesn't think so.
There are many good things outside, but they are not as good as your own home.
Zhang Kun swiped his phone and started browsing the messages in other groups.
To Zhang Kun's surprise, the work group was also very lively.
On weekdays, since everyone is a wage earner, no one in the group even posts an emoticon.
Tonight, there were actually 99+ messages!
Zhang Kun couldn't help but click in curiously and take a look.
Although the warehouse managers under him were all given leave and rested at home, several other large warehouses and logistics centers did not.
Employees are discussing in the group the tragedy that happened in the logistics center tonight.
"Damn it! I heard that the temperature dropped sharply after the snow, and many employees have died from frostbite!"
"How is that possible? Don't spread the news randomly, be careful if you cross provinces!"
"Really! There are pictures and the truth!"
There are more than a dozen pictures in the group, all of which are photos of the logistics center.
It's just different from the people and cars in the past. Apart from a dozen ice sculptures, there's not even a shadow of a ghost on the huge venue.
"Chao, it's just an ice sculpture. It's not like I haven't seen it before. In our Northeast..."
The next photo was of an ice sculpture that had fallen to the ground and was smashed to pieces.
But from the photo, you can see that not only ice is broken on the ground, but also human flesh is broken into pieces...
"My darn thing!"
"It's true, it's true. I heard colleagues from other groups say that they are hiding in the office now and refuse to go out to work!"
"Then didn't we escape tonight?!"
"And Brother Kun also asked us to buy some emergency food in advance... Fortunately, Brother Kun reminded me, so I bought two boxes of instant noodles in advance!"
"Brother Kun, he really... I cried to death..."
"@张kun Long live brother Kun, you will always be the god in our hearts!"
"+1!"
"+1!"
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