The night obscured by the blizzard was dull, and even the stars in the sky no longer twinkled.

In the dark ruins, there was only a slight fire in one street, and the lights in the greenhouse were still shining on this cold night.

Compared to the white light in the huge building, the fire in the wind and snow was so faint, as if it would go out at any moment.

In the abandoned underground parking lot, several refugees looked up and looked outside, and following the exit, they saw a greenhouse towering over the rubble.

It was so dazzling that these refugees could not take their eyes off it for a long time.

They were so cold that they couldn't help but wonder how nice it would be if they could be in that building.

At least then they wouldn't be so cold, at least that way, they wouldn't have a hard time breathing.

Human beings always yearn for warmth and light, just as refugees still yearn for greenhouses at this moment.

"I asked the soldiers in the greenhouse that the storm would last about three days. So anyway, hold on, we'll survive, and then we'll be able to go to the greenhouse. ”

At this moment, Northford walked past several refugees and spoke slowly.

"Huh." Several refugees looking at the greenhouse withdrew their gaze and looked at each other with a wry smile.

"Got it, we don't have any other choice now, do we?"

One of the refugees shook his head, threw a discarded piece of clothing into the campfire and continued to burn, and whispered helplessly.

"I just hope that after the wind and snow, the sun can shine."

This remark drew ridicule from several other people.

"God, Karl, how did you become a poet?"

"It's colder than this blizzard."

"Hahahaha."

The atmosphere was a lot more relaxed.

But before the laughter of the crowd had dissipated, an extremely terrible cold snap suddenly swept over.

"Hoo !!"

I heard only the sound of a violent wind at the exit of the parking lot.

The visible frost condensed on the walls and spread along the exit,

All voices stopped abruptly, including several male refugees and Northford, who were laughing at each other.

Everyone could clearly feel that the temperature was dropping rapidly, and even the flames in front of them seemed to be about to dissipate, making it difficult to give them shelter and warmth.

"What just happened?" One refugee stammered.

"Everyone ······" Northumber stared blankly at the outside of the parking lot, opened his mouth, and spoke in a dry voice.

"Gather everyone in a circle at once, and gather all the combustibles and food, quick! Damn, this blizzard is still getting bigger······"

Yes, it's still getting bigger, so much so that it could kill everyone.

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At the same time, in the greenhouse, the dome on the top of the greenhouse was trembling at an almost observable amplitude, and even made a series of clicking sounds.

"What's going on?" On the rampart, Johnson looked up at the transparent barrier at the top of the building and asked his colleagues blankly.

"I don't know." The soldier in charge of patrolling the ramparts frowned slightly and shook his head.

"But it doesn't look like a good situation."

As if to confirm this sentence, almost at the same time as the soldier's voice fell, another soldier ran up the barrier and said breathlessly.

"There is news from the meteorological observation that the intensity of the snowstorm may further intensify, and we will immediately enter the emergency control phase."

The so-called emergency control phase, as the name suggests, is the emergency disaster control phase in which soldiers intervene.

It is usually an extraordinary measure and a remedial measure in the face of a major disaster.

"What about the specific direction?" The soldier patrolling the ramparts only felt his breath tight, and then asked in a deep voice.

"Contact the care team to strengthen the barrier on the roof of the greenhouse and set up temporary windbreakers to avoid the possibility of wind and snow overpowering the barrier."

"I'm going to contact the others." The soldier nodded, barely paused before turning away.

Johnson, on the other hand, immediately set off to follow, and at this time, he obviously had no possibility of staying out of the situation.

For the next hour, almost all the soldiers on the ramparts were busy.

It wasn't until they watched the team of nurses hang the ropes and rise to the top of the barrier, setting up reinforcements and vents, that they breathed a sigh of relief.

Before that, no one thought that this snowstorm would be so big that it could even affect the safety of greenhouse facilities.

Johnson, who had regained his composure, took a few deep breaths and cast his gaze on the outside of the greenhouse again.

"Those refugees probably won't survive."

As if to see Johnson's thoughts, the soldier next to him said regretfully, raising his hand and patting him on the shoulder.

This should be the most rational way of thinking, because in a disaster that can almost endanger greenhouses, the chances of refugees not having adequate supplies and protection are obviously slim to none.

yes, how could Johnson not understand this.

But as long as he thought about the pain and resentment of those refugees before they died, he couldn't help but feel powerless.

He still has no choice but to be helpless, and the funny thing is that since the day he became a greenhouse soldier, he has been helpless until now.

Sometimes he would hate himself and ask himself why he couldn't do anything.

Every now and then, he would think back to why he wanted to be a soldier in the first place, probably because of this.

And why, he always felt like he couldn't remember.

Or maybe I don't dare to think about it anymore.

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In the greenhouse, people stared worriedly at the blizzard outside.

In the rubble, refugees gathered together and did everything they could to keep each other warm. But the breath of despair and pain continued to spread slowly, because they all knew that they might die.

And at such a time, on the radio tower, Yanagihara and Liz finally prepared the last equipment.

Standing between three hot plates and two giant speakers, Liz tightened a chain around her waist.

She looked up at the hurricane howling in the sky, smiled wildly, and then said in a trance with the corners of her mouth on her lips.

"Then try to kill me."

Before I break free from your bondage.

Try to keep me trapped here, with the chains around my waist.

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It's like the blizzard you killed my father six years ago.