In a bunker made of sandbags, tin-clad filing cabinets filled with mud and miscellaneous debris in a six-story building in Queens, New York City, a man is using a telescope to observe the street in front of the building. He www.biquge.info wore a black down jacket and a velvet hat on his head. The original color of the hat should have been orange, but this color obviously caused a lot of inconvenience to the task he was currently performing, so there were a lot of DIY bits and pieces on this hat, those black and gray rags and miscellaneous wool threads covered up the true color of the hat very well, and it looked like a small pile of inconspicuous garbage in the city from a distance.

The telescope in the man's hand was a civilian sightseeing telescope without a laser rangefinder, and the original color of the telescope was pink from the patches of camouflage paint that had fallen off the telescope. Contrary to the man's amateur equipment, there was an M14DMR rifle in the bunker, a dark dark green McMillan M2A butt, a Leupold Mk4M3 zoom scope, and an OPS muffler on the muzzle.

With this rifle, the man has managed to take out 76 clones who have tried to steal food for supplies in the past nine months. The more than 200-meter-long street in front of the building is now under his control, and anyone who tries to pass through here without the permission of the "evil spirit" will be ruthlessly sniped by him.

Move the camera into the distance, and you'll notice a light curtain at the edge of the city that reaches to the sky, yes, it's not really New York City, it's just another scene from the damn "director's team", it's been nine months of winter in a row, and the weather is just windless and snowy at its best.

Gamers or military fiction lovers must be very familiar with Tom Clancy's "The Division" New York City, a city devastated by a biochemical plague, where there is no police, no army, no order. Those who signed a one-way adventure contract can only huddle together to keep warm, and struggle to survive here with guns in their hands, and those "DHS agent" clones will bring some supplies and provide them with some simple training from time to time.

The man in the bunker on the roof was Zhang Yu, who was a civil aviation trainee pilot before the dome light curtain, but he felt that his pilot career had been ended by his finger of consent on the screen of his mobile phone. Ten days ago, they received a text message telling them to gather as many supplies and transportation as possible, and that they were about to end their training life in the light curtain of the dome to fulfill the obligations they had signed a contract.

Going to Nima's training life, the survival rate of these people has improved significantly since they formed this organization called "Evil Spirit", but the "Evil Spirit" organization has been reduced from 795 people at the peak to 305 people now. Does the "director team" call this training? Those awakened "DHS agents" clones have visited only a handful of times in the past nine months, and the adventurers are simply left here to fend for themselves, and every day there are clones from various organizations who want to fight their ideas, and they may face a crossfire when eating, sleeping, and going out to collect supplies, where is this training, it is completely doomsday survival, Zhang Yu complained in his heart.

"Honey, are you there? I'm coming. The small iron door on the roof was opened, and a sweet female voice was heard.

A girl with a "short sword" MK5 submachine gun on her chest hunched over to the bunker where Zhang Yu was, holding a thermos cup in addition to the submachine gun in her arms. When Zhang Yu heard the voice, he knew that it was his fiancée, Lin Yue, who climbed up to see him again. He retracted into his bunker, leaned against the sandbag in the bunker, took off the velvet hat from his head, and brushed his hair.

Lin Yue also got into the bunker and threw herself into Zhang Yu's arms, and the two had a deep French kiss.

"Alright, dear. Before the kiss was down, a truckload of people sneaked up on the street ahead. Zhang Yu gently pushed Lin Yue away.

"Tell me something else, you haven't opened on the roof for over a month. Those clones are dull, but they don't have a negative IQ. How could it be possible to cross a street with a good shooting boundary when the weather is fine? Lin Yue licked her lips and said with a lingering expression.

"It's a cold day, what are you doing on the roof, I still have three hours to change the guard." Zhang Yu looked at Lin Yue dotingly, and gently wiped off the black camouflage oil on her face that had not been cleaned up with his hand.

"Hehe, this morning we went out to collect supplies, I found some instant coffee, I blacked out two bags myself." Lin Yue raised the thermos cup in his hand and shook it playfully, with an expression on his face that you are about to praise me.

Zhang Yu likes to drink coffee and has high requirements for coffee quality. The small cup he was holding now contained the cheapest instant coffee in the supermarket, and it also gave off the slightly pungent taste of artificial creamer, and there was not much of the aroma of coffee beans at all. But even so, this cup of coffee is a rare good thing, even without Lin Yue's love bonus, it is precious to Zhang Yu. Trapped here for nine months, almost all of the food and useful food in the vicinity has been looted, and the adventurers have to travel farther to gather supplies, which means more and more fierce battles. Zhang Yu knew that the origin of this northern coffee was not as simple as his fiancée's mouth said, maybe the search team went through a fierce shootout to get the food they needed for a day. Zhang Yu knew that this little bird in front of him was a pure female man outside his sight, and her kill record in the dome light curtain was also one-third of her own. For a girl whose main weapon is the "Short Sword" MK5 submachine gun, this is a remarkable achievement, and an assault soldier can never be compared to a sniper.

"Bear with me for two more days, go to another plane, and everything will be fine. There will be warm houses, comfortable beds and hot showers in the green paint area, and maybe a hospital so we can have a baby. Zhang Yu was sipping coffee while looking forward to the future.

"Yes, the green paint area will be better than here, no matter how bad it is. Nowhere in the world is there a worse place in history than the apocalyptic New York of that damn science fiction writer. Lin Yue said.

After Zhang Yu finished drinking coffee, Lin Yue helped Zhang Yu put on the velvet hat she DIY, and then bowed down and went downstairs again, this is Zhang Yu's sentry post, not a tryst place for their private meeting.

Zhang Yu looked at Lin Yuedi's back, and his mood was very complicated. If it weren't for dragging her to play that damn mobile game with herself, Lin Yue would still be just a happy flight attendant, living in a peaceful and stable 21st century. However, even before they found the "evil spirit" team that the adventurers spontaneously formed to warm up, when they lived a life where every hour of the day could experience life and death tests, this girl never complained. Zhang Yu was very glad that he accepted Lin Yue's pursuit at the beginning, although Lin Yue, who was performing a one-handed performance of changing bottled water from a water dispenser when they first met, gave Zhang Yu the impression that he was too tough.

What kind of era are we going to? Who are the people in the green paint area? Zhang Yu fell into deep thought.