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Lin Chuan is also watching this video, and unlike Huang Ande, there is still a large group of people around him.

In the last days, there are very few people who can receive this signal.

The survivors are scattered across millions of square kilometers of wilderness, and the areas they live in have been converted to wartime control, and resources are tilted towards the front line, and almost all industrial production has been turned to the military industry, because without this, no one can survive the monster wave.

The Internet has long since collapsed, most of the television stations have disappeared, and even in areas such as northwestern China, where there are still 30 million people, only one satellite television station and some local television stations have been retained.

The vast majority of places have limited power supply, and the only public pastime that people can do at any time is radio, which is a low-energy, low-cost entertainment. Many older people used their teenage memories to reuse the limited materials at hand to make large quantities of ore radios, which made radio stations more and more common.

Lin Chuan had previously received broadcasts from many radio stations in Jianghai that focused on the eastern, northern, and southern regions known as the "Death Zone," but with the fall of Chongzhou Island, it was thought to have lost its significance in motivating survivors, and it was soon withdrawn to other frequency bands.

Lin Chuan's foothold was Guoli Valley, the largest industrialized city he found after crossing the Great Salt Lake after his journey westward. The refinery's tall chimneys and huge oil storage tanks were the first to catch his eye, and as he crossed the Gobi Desert closer to the city, his thriving condition immediately attracted him.

Many of the buildings appear to have been built in a hurry, no one pays attention to their shape, and most of them have simply been painted with a layer of waterproof paint without any frills. Many live in makeshift houses on the vast Gobi Desert around the factory, while more buildings and factories are being built around the area where they live.

on the highway between the factory and the railway station. Heavy trucks and tankers were packed, and many military and police drove back and forth on the road.

There was not a single idler on the street, which made Lin Chuan feel a little difficult to hide, and he wandered in the Gobi until night fell before entering the city.

Summer is approaching. But the plateau is still breezy and the streets are mostly dressed in thick coats emblazoned with the words "Huaxia Petroleum" or "Salt Lake Group". There were a lot of people queuing up to buy things in the city, but the other shops on the street were almost closed, and Lin Chuan was now using not coins, but something similar to a shopping coupon, which was used to buy different goods. This may be a microcosm of the apocalyptic economy.

"What's the news today?" People gathered under the TV at the city gate to gossip, there was a hint of apocalyptic tension, but more of a kind of relaxation in a busy life. After all, those monsters are hundreds of kilometers away from them, and for this new industrial city in the desert, the end of the world will bring more immigrants and faster exhibitions in addition to the shortage of materials.

"Nothing new." The security guard at the city gate may be the only one who can see TV all day. "A new wave of monsters was directly blown up by the Air Force forty kilometers east of Yinzhou. The summer harvest is just around the corner in northern Xinjiang – and food supplies may be more abundant in the coming months. The Government of Tajikistan would like to receive arms assistance. It is said that the tide of monsters that have poured north from India, Pakistan and Afghanistan is about to wipe out most of their country. ”

"Tajikistan? Isn't that far away? A young man asked.

"It's not far from Kashgar, but it's still thousands of kilometers away from us, what do you care?" The security guard said scoffingly. "We're safe here, there are no people for hundreds of kilometers around, and it's not easy for monsters to cross such a distance."

His words reassured many people, and everyone laughed easily.

Maybe life has become a little harder, but for them. There's nothing happier than knowing you're safer than anyone else.

Lin Chuan's mood suddenly became a little bad, and he was about to leave the city, when the TV signal was suddenly interfered with, and then, Wang Zhi suddenly appeared on the screen.

"Who is this stupid Boyi?" At first, there was a strange question, but as the video continued, everyone realized that it was not a joke. When Wang Zhi split the isthmus of Central America, there was no more gnawing.

"What is this? Movie trailer? Someone muttered.

No one paid attention to him.

"Does anyone know who he is?"

Thanks to the Chinese government's blockade of all news about Wang Zhi, many people did not even know that the United States had reverted from a republican state to an empire before the end of the day. Even many people don't know what the name means. But there will always be one or two young people in the crowd who like to wander the Internet before the end of the day to find all kinds of secret posts, and they will soon become the center of the people, and they will begin to tell everyone what they know half-baked.

But they still don't know that the coming of the end has something to do with Wang Zhi.

The video interference was soon apparent by the TV station, and the screen began to become a fixed landscape painting, and after a few minutes, it simply became a snowflake spot.

Soon. Police cars began broadcasting on the streets, asking people to go back to their homes and not to believe rumors.

Several police officers walked into the city and told people to leave quickly.

"I'm going to be in line right away!" Someone said dissatisfied.

"Come back tomorrow and go home right away!" The lead policeman said to the people in line. He then called the head of the city and told him to close the door immediately. "No TV will be allowed from tonight!" He said to the head of the city.

"Dictatorship!" A young man who had just introduced Wang Zhi to the people said in a low voice.

His voice was small, but it was immediately heard by the police.

"Catch him!" Said the lead policeman.

"It's not me! Not me! The young man said in a panic, but no one listened to his defense, he was pressed to the ground, his hands handcuffed behind his back, and dragged directly into the police car.

"Don't spread rumors!" The policeman said. Waving his men to drive people out of the city.

Lin Chuan followed a group of people and hurried to the right along the main road.

"What will happen to him?" He asked a man beside him.

"I don't know." The man shook his head. "But he's definitely going to be kicked out of Guoliyuan, maybe to the front line, or to mine." He whispered, walking briskly to a neighborhood on the side of the road.

Lin Chuan stopped, he didn't expect that a mere complaint would be handled so strictly.

But in the apocalypse, this may also be a choice that has to be made, and the leader has to control a qiē zhì in his hands, driving everyone to run all the way in the same direction.

Wang Zhi's appearance shocked his heart greatly, for those who have nothing to do with it, this may be a very distant thing, they can't leave their stable life to seek refuge in this unsuspecting monster. But for Lin Chuan, every sentence and even every word of Wang Zhi must be studied carefully. He soon realized that he would always involuntarily over-interpret every word Wang Zhi said, and even wonder if there was a deeper meaning behind it.

It quickly made a mess of mud in his head.

"What are you doing? Hurry home! Suddenly there was a scolding from the horn of a police car on the side of the road, and Lin Chuan was stunned for a moment before realizing that they were talking to himself.

He turned to them, the police car had stopped, and he saw that the leading policeman was ready to get out of the car.

Li Yaoyao's plan does not have a specific implementation plan, but only a general idea, which may be to prevent Huang Ande from knowing his next move. But he suddenly felt that with Wang Zhi's interference, things might be much simpler.

"Talk about you! Hear no! ”

He smiled and raised his hands.

The police car stopped on the side of the road, and the policeman walked down with a few of his subordinates.

"ID card!" He said to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan's answer was to grab the road sign on the side of the road, pull it out from under the ground, twist it into a twist and throw it in front of the police car.

This scene made everyone stunned.

"I don't want to hurt you, take me to the person in charge of the city." He said with a smile. "Right now!"