Regardless of civilization, those with special identities will always have some special powers.

Modi is like this, even if the "United States of the Star Alliance" has activated the "doomsday mode", even if the entire civilization has completely collapsed, he still enjoys some special powers.

For example, the guards, although Modi overheard through special channels the soldiers sent by his own students, who were ready to leave because they had less and less food, but could not wait for the routine replenishment of the commuters, but at least they would be routine while they were still here.

The suspended armored transport vehicle was parked outside the gate, and as soon as the two "Celestial Star Clan" people with the "Special Service" logo walked to the gate, they were stopped by two soldiers who were obviously a little nervous.

Modi couldn't hear what they were saying, so he saw two soldiers step aside and reach out in the direction of the north building where he lived.

"What's wrong?"

"Who are they?"

The wife shook Modi's hand with some trepidation.

Modi didn't panic, a smile appeared on his face, and then activated his smartwatch.

On the projected light curtain is a news that has just been released today.

"Find the smartest!"

The wife muttered, looking a little dazed.

"Go contact Tim and Jerry and ask them to get ready, and someone will pick them up later."

"Wife, aren't you happy that you're about to see Sharon and Jonah, and we're going to live in a safe place in the future?"

Modi turned his head to look at his wife and said.

"Huh?"

The wife obviously still doesn't know why, and she looks puzzled.

"Is Mr. Modi here?"

There was a knock on the door, and a voice rang out.

Modi patted his wife's hand, signaling her not to panic, and then walked over and opened the door.

"Hello Mr. Modi, we are under the command of the Provisional Special Committee to pick you up."

"In the Gabriel system, we have set up a temporary base."

"There's plenty of food and safety there, and I hope you'll come with me."

A "secret service" looked at Modi and said calmly.

"Provisional Special Committee?"

"Who is the promoter?"

Modi was noncommittal and asked rhetorically.

"Matthew Star General."

The "secret service" did not hesitate and responded directly.

"Matthew Star?"

"He's back from another area?"

Modi's eyes lit up.

The "secret service" nodded, but said nothing more.

He didn't say it, but Modi was clear.

The meaning of this "secret service" is obvious, there are some things you may know and may not know, but there are many things that he can't say directly.

"I don't have a problem."

"But I have one request, she wants to follow me, and I want you to help me pick up a few people on the other side of the city."

Modi smiled and digressed.

"No problem, just give us your address and name."

"Now in this city, we have a total of twenty suspended armored transports, and I will send one over immediately."

Obviously, this is not the first time that the "special services" have carried out such a mission, and naturally it is not the first time they have faced such a situation, and they responded happily.

And then everything fell into place.

The "secret service" contacted another group of personnel, and Modi was soon contacted by his daughter Tim, making it clear that the family of four had boarded the hovering armoured transporter.

Before leaving, Modi did not forget the two soldiers who had been guarding his safety all these days, but he gave them his house and did not hide the hidden warehouse, including the key to the underground miniature energy reactor and the automatic defense system.

Bidding farewell to the two surprise soldiers, Modi and his wife boarded the hoverarmored transporter with simple luggage.

When the transport truck quickly climbed into the air and began to gallop towards the north of the city, Modi, who had not been out for a long, long time, saw a more thrilling truth than those pictures on the Internet.

On the roof of a high-rise building, dozens of men and women with flying dragons and leopard prints all over their bodies lit a fire and were dancing, and in the sound of strong music, there were some entangled white flower bodies.

On the street, the two gangs were facing each other, and just as the transport truck whizzed past, the two gangs slammed into each other, blood splattering.

Scuffle, looting.

Shopping, screaming.

The city's former civilization was brutally uncovered like duct tape, revealing the disgusting sores.

Unbeknownst to Modi, however, a young "Celestial Star" was looking enviously at a window as his hover-armored transporter passed through a block of buildings.

"Close the window, Ellen."

"Don't be discovered, a few days ago, the seven households on the sixteenth floor were often sitting in front of the window because they often opened the window, but they were pierced by a bullet flying from somewhere."

"The pulsed radiation cast by those robots has destroyed more energy weapons, but some traditional firepower weapons, many people have collections in their homes, these things can be just as deadly."

Hearing her mother's uneasy nagging, Ellen left the window.

As before, he still didn't move, pulling the curtains halfway through and the curtains were a little crooked.

Pull it up completely, and that is to tell people that there are probably still people living here.

Open the curtains all the way, and it's too easy to expose yourself.

Eren was just as cautious, and this time he wouldn't have ventured to stand in front of the window if it hadn't been for an armored car that hadn't skimmed over the city for a long time.

"Didi......"

An almost inaudible prompt sounded, and Eren hurried to his desk.

His eyes lit up when he saw more information appearing on the light screen.

"Looking for the smartest person for a second shot."

"Earlier today, we posted this message looking for the brightest minds in the United States."

"Now, the operation is officially launched."

"There's a link below this message with a lot of questions."

"If you finish the questions within the allotted time and get more points than the valid line, then congratulations, you can advance to the second round."

"In the second round, the system will give you some specific questions."

"The second round is also the most crucial round, and if you can complete the second round, then you have successfully made it to the interview stage."

"Those who have completed the second round only need to enter their information into the system, and we will send someone to pick you up in the shortest possible time."

"Of course, those who have not completed the test need not worry, because the Provisional Special Committee assures you that we will definitely restore order."

"Finally, we would like to remind everyone that this action is not only for the restoration of order, but more importantly for our survival."

"This is our last chance to renew our relationship with the Xenomorph Alliance, and if we fail this time, believe me, it doesn't matter if the United States can rebuild it, we will be destroyed."

"I'm Matthew, and I'm back from another area."

The information was all over here, and Ellen only hesitated for a few seconds, and then opened the answer link below the message without hesitation.