"Are people from this other world still alive?"

Shen Sen pointed to the man who collapsed on the ground and asked curiously.

He knew the general situation almost well, and now there were only two "items" from another world left, which still needed to be studied carefully.

Among them, the "guest" from another world in front of him made him particularly interested.

Blonde and blue-eyed, with a bloated physique, he is a bit like a European and American foreigner in his previous life.

But what is certain is that this local "captive" from another world, with hands and feet, sound ears and eyes, and almost identical physical features all over his body, is a fully qualified human being.

Shen Sen did not rule out the possibility that the opposite side was a parallel world, perhaps such a situation would be better.

As long as the other side is not a non-human creature, it already represents a very important message.

A potentially complete human planet, what does this mean?

A large population, abundant resources, sound social organization, and a complete civilization.

For Shen Sen, who is in the wasteland, there is nothing better than such a world.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice.

As a time-traveler from the Chinese of the earth, the education he received from childhood to adulthood taught him one thing, how to start out and build a strong national organization.

And the hard life of the wasteland has long prompted Shen Sen to choose to go further and further on the road of "farming" development.

But just like in the previous life, a red country from the decline is a conversation.

What does it take to complete an aircraft carrier?

It needs one country, several leading organizations, nine ministries of defense industry, 600 related specialties, and 8,000 supporting factories in one country.

Only a sufficiently great organization can build it, and now, Shen Sen is also facing such a problem, not to mention any aircraft carrier, even simple food, he can't guarantee it.

He needs a large and strong organization, massive social resources, a population of tens of millions, and millions of high-quality scientists.

Only with these can he live a little better and have a chance to achieve a part of his goal.

He wants to live, and he lives well, well.

"It should still be alive!" Zhang Ting felt a little embarrassed, and his tone was slightly ashamed.

I don't know if he shot too hard, or if the physical fitness of people from another world is too poor, but now nearly an hour has passed, and the white man who fell into a coma has not woken up.

"I'll wake him up!"

Zhang Ting hurriedly went out, and in about a minute, he brought back half a bucket of water, and then unceremoniously, directly poured it on the face of the white man lying on the ground.

I have to say, this method is very effective. The sudden cold stimulation made the unconscious captives of another world finally open their confused eyes slowly.

"Hiss......"

One hand covered his head, the other held the floor, and the pain from the wound on his body made the white man lying on the ground gasp.

The white man was about to roll over in a daze, but it seemed that the next moment a large nerve finally reacted, and his mind cleared up in an instant.

“oh my god!”

“what fuck......”

The man looked around in confusion, and he finally realized that this was not his house, and what made him even more angry was that there were two yellow-skinned Asians staring at him in this dilapidated room.

What's the matter, it was they who attacked and kidnapped themselves?

Now he, Wilson, is it down to letting the Asian monkeys bully him?

"You two damn yellow-skinned monkeys!" The man complained in a fierce voice.

"You, how dare you attack me. I warn you, hurry up and let me go, or you will definitely pay the price! ”

Wilson felt like he was going mad right now, and the anger in his heart was like an erupting volcano.

He was actually treated like this by two Asian monkeys, how dare they, how dare they?

"Another world is also popular all over the world to learn English?"

Listening to the familiar bird language, Shen Sen was obviously a little surprised by the similarity of the languages.

But the next moment, his expression turned cold for a moment.

"It seems that no matter what world you are in, fools always don't have brains!"

Although he speaks bird language, which he is not very good at, he benefits from more than ten years of study and play time in his previous life.

Some short sentences and occasionally abusive words popped up, but Shen Sen heard them clearly.

Moreover, even if he couldn't understand what was said, just looking at the white man's expression, even Zhang Ting, who didn't understand English, felt the eyes of this "guest" from another world full of contempt and hatred at this moment.

"I don't know what to say, I don't think you understand the situation yet."

"Although it is the first time we meet, I should have received you, a guest from afar, but I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry today, so let my subordinates entertain you and teach you what politeness is."

Shen Sen replied in half-baked English and waved his hand impatiently.

Zhang Ting, who had been waiting for the order for a long time, immediately stepped forward, dragged one of his feet and pulled him out amid the man's hoarse screams.

"Let's read the book first!" Shen Sen happily made a decision.

He didn't have so much patience to spend on a captive, and he didn't know how to be polite and looked down on other people's garbage from his bones, Shen Sen didn't know what it meant to value harmony.

Disobedient on his turf, knowing that there are no laws in the wasteland, here he has a thousand ways to make the enemy take a good attitude and obediently speak.

Shen Sen opened the package and spread out all the books that Zhang Ting had brought back one by one.

English, English, English, all in English!

He rubbed his swollen temples, a little depressed.

Although he knows a lot of English words, he is still a little far from fully understanding an English book.

Throwing away some heavy books that didn't seem to know why, Shen Sen rummaged through them, and found a few newspapers full of stains and dust.

Newspapers are not only thinner than books, but they are also more likely to be easily read in a short period of time.

With the mentality of trying, he pulled out one of them and glanced at the big headline.

"Nanfe lodges a serious protest against MUN! 》

"Nanfe!"

Shen Sen's pupils contracted sharply because of the vibration, he knew this word, and he knew this sentence.

It can't be the Nanfei he knows! Is there really such a similar world in the universe?

Suppressing the fluctuating tide of his heart, he carefully read every word and sentence in this newspaper.

"March 12, 1990

South Africa, a leading member of the Southern African Union, presented its agenda to the United States at 8 a.m. this morning.

Once again, they lodged a serious protest with MUN, demanding that negotiations be reopened on the issue of funding for the alien resettlement in Sector 9.

The diplomatic department of the Southern African Union, led by Nan Filipino, pointed out that they have made great sacrifices for the world in the resettlement and rescue of aliens, but all the compensation received has fallen into the hands of MUN.

If they can't meet their reasonable demands, they will reconsider the tenure of District 9......"

Hundreds of words, patchwork together, an official but shocking news report slowly emerges.