There are only six days left to survive.

The terrifying survival task made Lin He's mood very violent, under bullets and explosions all the time, normal people couldn't stand it, if it wasn't for the mental power to protect himself, his bones would have been gone.

The scarcity of food and severe dehydration began to corrode his body, and his physical functions deteriorated, and he was no longer as confident as he was at the beginning, but now he was like a scattered dog, being bombarded everywhere by the enemy.

In this vast and sparsely populated land, there is artillery fire calling him wherever he hides.

The world seems to be on the same page as him, constantly creating crises for him.

There is no moment of safety, every moment of tense nerves to prevent bullets from nowhere, increase the defense energy outside of his body, and resist the shells falling from the sky.

Run, counterattack, shelling.

It has become the main theme of his life, once he thought he was not afraid of death, and now, in the face of the storm of shells from the outside world, layers of haze shrouded his spirit, making him constantly remind himself to try to live.

In the center of New York City, there are high-rise buildings in the most prosperous areas, and in this place where every inch of land is valuable, some people get rich overnight, and some people go bankrupt overnight.

A man with a hopeful smile, clutching the briefcase in his arms, walked through the dense crowd in a suit and rushed towards the door that marked the building of the broadcast center.

"Editor-in-chief, big news, big news." Arriving at the press department on the 23rd floor, Miller ignored the greetings with his colleagues and hurriedly rushed into the editor-in-chief's office without even knocking on the door.

"Bastard, don't you know to knock on the door." The big fat man, who was busy working on documents, poked his head out from behind the computer and yelled at Miller.

"Big news, big news, editor-in-chief." Miller pulled a small archival device out of his briefcase and shouted at the big fat editor-in-chief.

The rules of survival in the news industry are very harsh, and a news organization with a reputation and financial resources is very easy to be squeezed out by competition in the same industry if it does not have some topics that can attract people, especially in this era of rapid development in the information age.

"Oh my god, what are you doing, don't be like those monkeys, the words are always misaligned." The editor-in-chief patted his big belly and stood up, glared at Miller, lit the cigarette in his hand and said.

"That Seattle demon." Miller poured himself a glass of water and said hurriedly.

"The yellow-skinned man with supernatural abilities in Seattle, I have a video of the battle center here."

"Shit, don't make up lies to deceive me, Miller, this is the tenth time you've exaggerated the news, and I'm running out of complaints here." The editor-in-chief roared angrily at Miller.

No boss likes this kind of news that makes up lies, that's not news, that's a blasphemy.

Deception of users and failure to do their job.

If it weren't for Miller's enthusiasm and past publication of innocuous exaggerated news, which was welcomed by many users, it was always outside the company's purpose, and their press department was not for the sake of exaggeration.

Just today, the editor-in-chief can blast him out.

"Really, really, I have negatives and live footage here." Miller hurriedly put what he had in his hand on the editor-in-chief's desk.

"The entire military and several regiments of people are gathered there, helicopter gunships, and even tanks are directly stationed around the defense, directly blocked, and no one is allowed to approach, you tell me, who has the ability to go in and shoot, and send it out, God, are you kidding." The editor-in-chief screamed exaggeratedly, didn't look at the things in front of the table, pointed to the door and shouted at Miller, "Get out, get out." ”

The high technology of the entire five regiments was not right, and more than 10,000 soldiers were stationed in that place day and night, and the surrounding area was directly blocked for dozens of kilometers, fully armed, even to the teeth.

Tanks, smashers, radar vehicles。。。。。。

It's not acting, *** it's all loaded.

The ammo on the rocket launcher was full at all times, and no bastard dared to touch the tiger's beard and die.

Tell me, if this is true, will that person become a fly and fly out of it, and if that is really possible, then I will pray every day.

"Believe me, Mr. Meyer, you can take a look at it first." Miller shook his head, and though disappointed by Editor-in-Chief Mayr's rebuke, he pushed things in the direction of Editor-in-Chief Mayer.

Editor-in-Chief Maier took a deep breath and paused to stare at Miller with wide eyes.

"Are you sure I'll let you know the consequences if you lie to me." Editor-in-Chief Maier pinched out the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up the contents on the table instead, and began to examine them.

"Oh my God."

"Is this a demon, I must be dreaming."

"It's horrible, it's horrible."

"I must be dreaming, it must be, it's not true, Miller, you've done a great job this time, it's big news, big news." Editor-in-chief Maier's flesh trembled with excitement, his face flushed, and he grabbed Miller's hand and kept talking.

The news content may not be of high quality, but it must be vigorous, imagining the people waving Franklin scrambling to grab the newspapers, advertising orders, and commendations from superiors, and the face of the editor-in-chief Meyer is filled with joy.

Explosion, this time the news will definitely cause a sensation, and even directly get rid of the company's current sluggish performance.

People are terrified and curious about all the mysteries that are outside the realm of science, but they want to be part of them.

"It's not a movie, it's a real show of the terrifying ability in front of people." Editor-in-chief Maier took a hard breath and said a word of relief.

"I'm going to give it to the editor-in-chief, this news is not something we can spread at will." Editor-in-chief Mel nodded at Miller as he walked past him, approving: "Miller, my boy, the future needs passion, and this time you did a great job. ”

It was three o'clock in the afternoon of the same day.

During the prime of radio and television programs, all television programs during this time period are postponed to the end and reported by the news broadcast.

In front of the TV sat viewers of all ages, everyone sat curiously, wondering why their favorite TV show had been replaced.

In the frame, a man in formal clothes is standing on a podium announcing events.

"Dear audience friends, as well as the men and women present, I would like to tell you one thing here."

"War is a war for peace, longing for peace is the will of all people, the legend of gods and demons has always been outside of science, and the creature called superpower has always been a reverie for us."

"But what you're seeing today is that there is only a reverie power, and is the explosion and the smoke of gunfire in downtown Seattle really just a terrorist organization, as the government says."

"No, no, no, as citizens who have the right to know the truth, we must be pious when we stand in front of the unknown."

"Next, it's our Miller who remembers the images he took from the city center at the risk of his life."

The picture shook, the smoke of gunpowder rose everywhere, the devastated buildings fell to the ground, the high-rise buildings broke from the middle, the sky was dark, the guns were sounding, and the helicopters flying in the sky did not hesitate to shoot bullets into the smoke.

There were sparks everywhere in sight, FBI agents in suits, city police officers in police uniforms, soldiers carrying ***, and the three sharp swords of the state's violent organs rushed together collectively.

At this moment, the whole of New York shook, nay, even the whole of North America was ignited with fear, like a boulder weighing on their hearts.

God, is this a demon, how can humans have such power.

That criminal could have such terrible power, today is not April Fool's Day!

A charge of a whole few thousand people, hundreds of thousands of bullets, artillery fire was concentrated on one person.

It's not just these that are terrifying, the rubble floating in the air, the shards of glass glowing and piercing the heart, and the bullets are confined in the air and unable to move an inch.

God, you must be kidding.

Superman, where are you, where are you, Batman, where are those superheroes.

Don't take a vacation, a demon has appeared on our earth and needs you.

Everyone's faces were filled with fear, and no one would believe that it was true, and the terrifying power weighed down on their hearts like a nightmare.

My God, that's what.

Half of the edifice was contained in the air, sweeping through everything around it.

God, it's terrible, this must be the end of the world.

It's scary!

"I believe everyone has seen it, when I watched it for the first time, I was also deeply frightened, all this was covered up by the government, will we be able to know all this when this demon comes to destroy, we need to understand the truth, because we are also a part of here."

"Thank you to all the fighters who are fighting on the front line, resisting the damage from the demons."

The content of the news began to radiate to the whole world, as long as there were computers, televisions, and newspapers, the video content appeared in front of their eyes, fixed on the yellow-skinned young man with his hands held high.

The world began to shake, everyone's hearts were tugging, their hearts were shaking, it was hard to understand the truth of all this, but the video was playing on TV.

News Corp's publication caused panic around the world in just one day, with people screaming for freedom and roaring for the truth, and countless people coming out of their houses and gathering together.

"The situation is getting more and more terrifying, and the vicious events that have just subsided are now ignited by the supernatural battles in Seattle, which can no longer be concealed, and the people need more truth."

A man dressed in a security bureau uniform pointed to the news and shouted to the agents below.

Heroes are needed here, hell, why is there such a terrible ability, this is reality, not a movie.

"Sir, according to the diplomacy with the red country in the east, there is no information about this person, and now we only have the name of this person, and he seems to have suddenly appeared in Seattle out of nothing."

"Hell, red, is it true that the Franklin provided by the state every year is used by you to squande, Mr. President has been furious, and every minute and every second that falls is a hero, and the information about this person must be found out." The chief of security gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

"We're not on the front line, and we're going to do the worst, even if it's infamous."

"Mobilize all the resources, go all out to investigate, and start all the long-term and short-term throughout Asia."

"Yes, sir." Everyone stood up, quickly stormed the door, and began to contact all the informants who were projected into the shadows around the world.