When the Four Seas Fleet was established at this second, it symbolized that the prelude to the Third World War was about to begin, and the United States would inevitably use the most powerful forces to start the expedition, they needed a foothold, they needed a lot of land, they would conquer one country after another, and then fight one by one hard battles, and they could only do this, either die on the road to success, or they will sink in the long river of history.

The world cannot tolerate an unsuccessful country, and when there is no land, they are hungry wolves, and hungry wolves who are going crazy.

Almost no one could curb their resolve, and the whole world was clamoring for a full start of all national armaments.

As long as there is a war, it will be a war of annihilation, and under the nest, there will be eggs, and the war of the whole world will make everyone unhappy.

Life is not only about the present, but also about the hopeless future.

The United States is moving, the whole world is moving, all of them are in a state of active preparation, people are starting to go crazy, they are preparing to flee, in some border cities, people's atmosphere is even worse, they begin to disbelieve in currency, and many people begin to sell their fixed assets.

The rumors are rumoring, and it seems that danger is imminent.

Originally, many countries would not have such news, but some people still poked it out in the overseas media, and people began to know about these things, and then began to prepare for a way out.

Huge crowds are looking for a way out, and the adventurous are looking for a chance to survive and make a profit in this gluttonous feast.

There won't be a lot of opportunities and it won't give them much time.

Maybe there's a chance, maybe there's no more.

People's lives are no longer worth anything at this time, they have never been worth anything, at most one bullet, there really can't be any more, as for a missile that kills you.

Don't think about it, a missile is cheaper than hundreds of thousands, and tens of thousands of dollars are called artillery shells.

Actually, you're not even worth the price of that shell.

People are looking for a way out, a place may not be infected, people on the paradise island have been evacuated, and they have to go back to their families or businesses or countries to prepare everything as soon as possible.

From life to property, there is no one except for a few relatives who are late to realization.

Justice is easy, a couple of brothers are easy.

They enjoyed a day, having a good time on the paradise island, all the relatives cherished this time that they could play casually, the time here for a week was tens of thousands of dollars, not a place they could enjoy, and now they can come to play enough.

Not to mention the food everywhere and the landscape everywhere.

A few fox friends and dogs travel in a group to wander around the paradise island, find a random place to taste delicious food, and chat about the recent events.

This environment is the best for the newlyweds, they can finally not be too nervous, a wedding after the ceremony, they can easily start to enjoy the honeymoon time, a private jet of the Skynet Group is dedicated to them, really in response to the words of a certain game character called League of Legends.

Go wherever you want.

A good wine, a small dish, that is, a wonderful day, the paradise island at night makes people want to quietly taste a pot of wine, but a few people are already drunk.

The night of the candles in the cave room is the happy time of the newcomers, and it has nothing to do with Si Fan and them as eyesores.

A few people staggered into small tents on the beach, and half of the rum bottle next to it was gurgling out of the mouth of the bottle.

Si Fan lay on his back on the ground, with Haman's chest on his head, and his right hand on Ahmad's face.

It's a pity that it's just a subconscious act in my sleep, and I can't pull it apart in the end.

Everything is like a mime, and Si Fan is the starring role in this mime.

When he was asleep, a gentle little hand gently covered a quilt on Si Fan's body, which was a little fragrant and a little soft.

In his sleep, he could feel all this dimly, and then Si Fan gently pinched his little hand and kissed it gently, and then of course continued to sleep.

Nothing had passed through the night, nothing could stop him from sleeping, and sleep was a bigger thing than the sky.

There are a lot of big things, and he doesn't care about a few, and he sleeps the most.

He can sleep peacefully, but the others can't, they have to continue to struggle.

Skynet Group is still developing, the land of the United States is about to sink, in this fertile soil, there is always a miracle, this miracle is in Ouranos.

This super new city.

The charm is the architecture of this city, row upon row of seemingly no planning, but every detail is the planning itself, who would have thought that a city of hundreds of thousands of people has begun to plan the subway and air rail, this city has, who would have imagined that the development of this city will be so fast.

People want to come to this city, it's an urgent desire, and they're willing to pay a lot for it.

Old Bob is the old man of the city, and he has been following him since the beginning of the construction here, and he is also a vested interest.

Old Bob is not an ordinary person, in the most central area of the city there is a super castle that looks like a fairy tale, but the castle seems to be flowing with lava, and the decorations are some bread graphics.

The crust of the infernal lava is a super sweet bakery with a super lot of delicious bread baked here.

The oldest way was used, not a new oven, but a full-fledged oven with a huge steam.

Standing in front of the oven was old Bob.

Happiness hung on his face, and the bread in the oven was constantly smelling, and he used a huge shovel to remove the bread.

"Boom!" suddenly shuddered, and the whole house seemed to tremble.

But old Bob was very dismissive and slowly withdrew the shovel and poured the bread on the table. The bread is secured on the tray where the bread is placed with a thin string and placed on the counter.

On the counter it says 10min bread time.

This means that the bread will be thrown away after just ten minutes, and they will be substandard.

Of course, it is impossible to waste food, and they will process this bread into pet rations after other production processes.

At this time, there was a sudden tremor again, and the floor of the room shook, but old Bob did not pay any attention, he just continued to bake bread.

It seemed that this matter had become accustomed to him.