Wenshen sat alone on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, his face turned a little dark. Looking at the miserable situation of zombies in the United States in the TV news, he felt depressed and thought to himself: "Damn, why is this happening? Is there something wrong?"

At this time, Wang Zhaojun quietly came to him, hugged his arm, and snuggled on his shoulders: "Husband, don't think so much, just think about what we should do next?"

Wen Shen smiled bitterly: "Actually, I don't know what to do. I really didn't expect that the virus is so awesome. I'm afraid it won't take long to spread to us. By the way, what is your dad doing now?"

"My father was called to hold an emergency meeting. Martial law has been announced across the country. A large number of military and police have all armed forces to patrol the streets, and a large amount of supplies have begun to be transferred to the mainland. Alas, something really happened this time."

"It's a blessing or not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided. I'm willing to do whatever I want." Wen Shen slapped the table and threw the jar.

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News of the resurgence crisis in the United States spread rapidly to countries around the world. Within half a day, all countries blocked the United States, prohibiting all foreigners from entering their own country, all planes and ships stopped sailing. However, the virus was still spreading rapidly, and in less than 48 hours, the entire North American region fell.

Because the American continent is far away from the Eurasian and African continents, and most countries respond in a timely manner, the virus has not appeared in this area yet. But no one knows what the final result will be.

After the countries were closed to the country, the economy of foreign trade countries was bleak and the living standards of the people plummeted. Among them, Japan and South Korea were the most obvious. These two people were small and the grain needed to be imported in large quantities, but they could no longer be imported in modern times, and the food supply immediately had problems. All the food in the supermarket was snatched up, and various violent incidents became increasingly serious. The originally suppressed negative emotions broke out at this time.

In order to preserve its strength and prevent the US and Japanese from jumping into the water, the mainland government began a large-scale transfer movement. A large number of weapons, ammunition and various food began to transfer to the central and western regions in an orderly manner. During the Cold War, a large number of underground bunkers dug in the western mountainous areas were opened one after another.

Although the country has strictly kept it confidential, the news of the virus spreading is still spread among the people, and a large number of migrant workers have begun their journey home. The fallen leaves return to their roots and die in their hometowns. Perhaps the most basic appeal of the Chinese people in their hearts. In a few days, several metropolitans in mainland China were empty. Among them, Shencheng is among them.

The streets of Shencheng were cold and garbage and sewage flowed across the ground. After the foreign population was exposed, no one cleaned the entire city, the vegetable market was closed, and supermarket goods were stolen. Locals stayed at home and dared not go out. The housing prices were already bargain, but no one took over.

The people desperately withdraw cash, which caused a shortage of bank currencies and had to close the door. Food prices were like wild horses that broke free, rising rapidly. At first, they could buy food, but now they could not buy it even if they had money.

In a vegetable market in Pudong, a group of local women looked at the empty market and cursed: "These outsiders are so disgusting. They will slap their butts whenever they have something to do, and they don't care about our lives or death. They all leave, let's go there to buy rice."

"In the past, you were annoyed when you saw people from other places. You talked about how people from other places are like. You said that the locals supported those people from other places, but why did you not survive after a few days of leaving?"

The woman's face froze and argued: "Those country people are garbage, as if we Shencheng people are not going to survive. Don't worry, those people will come back in no time."

The companion smiled and said, "You'd better deal with your stomach."

However, things were not as beautiful as they thought. A week later, the virus began to spread in Asia and Europe. A large number of people entered the zombie team. Wenshen was sweeping major banks in New York, USA, and plundering a large amount of gold, but his target was still dozens of meters below his feet.

Wenshen looked at this typical Renaissance palace-style building with interest and laughed: "This should be the legendary Federal Reserve Bank of New York."

These were two zombies wearing police uniforms who were not eye-catching and rushed towards Wenshen fiercely. He smiled indifferently, and a steel knife more than two meters long appeared in his hand. Then one flashed behind the zombie. A cold light flashed, and the zombie's head flew into the sky.

After the virus transformation, Wenshen was able to use this nearly 200-pound big knife easily and very refreshing. Following the passage, he entered the hall, after some search, he came to the underground secret room and found a three-meter-high steel gate. He thought to himself: "This door is the same as it is circulating on the Internet. It seems that after passing this door, it is a golden warehouse."

Wenshen came to the door, and both sides supported the door, smiled, and thought to himself that a huge hole appeared in the steel gate, and the incision was extremely neat.

"Gaga, this space is so cool, it's even better than a cutting machine." Wenshen laughed and entered the warehouse through the hole. He saw a long corridor appearing in front of him. On both sides of the corridor were iron doors, and it seemed that there were stored gold inside.

When I opened an iron door, I saw six rows of blue iron frames in the wide room. The iron frames were divided into four layers, with yellow gold bars densely placed on it.

"It's so shocking. So much gold is so cool." Wen Shen shouted, and then took the gold into space.

After half a day of hard work, Wenshen found a total of 122 storage rooms and transported all the gold to the Yizhou barracks. It was initially estimated that this batch of gold was about 8,000 tons. It sounded a lot, but in fact it was only ten meters long, ten meters wide, and about four meters high. The main reason was that the gold was very dense, so it occupied a relatively small space.

Standing on the Empire State Building and looking at the zombies wandering around below, Wenshen felt a little uncomfortable. Because of his taking it for granted, it was a bit embarrassed to let the American people return to the primitive society overnight.

It was at this moment that the window of the escape passage on the rooftop was suddenly opened, and a thick black man and a blond beauty came out from it. After entering the rooftop, the two quickly closed the passage. Not long after, there was a sound of thumping the door.

As the collision became louder and louder, the two of them slowly could not hold on. With a last bang, the iron door was knocked open, and the two were flew backwards several meters and fell in front of Wenshen.

Several zombies with a disgusting face rushed into the rooftop from the passage. When they saw the two, they roared and were about to pounce on them. Seeing this, Wen Shen shook his head, took out a big knife, and then beat the zombies back to their original form in a few rounds.

The two of them survived the disaster and hurriedly thanked Wenshen.

Wenshen took out a towel, wiped the liquid from the knife, and asked casually in English: "What happened in your America? Why are there zombies everywhere?"

"I think it must be the virus studied by the government that leaked, just like the movie Resident Evil." The black and strong man said quickly.

"Wuwuwu...I don't want to die, I want to go home, I miss my mother." The relaxed blonde woman cried bitterly with her head in her arms.

Wenshen smiled a little ugly: "I think you'd better not go home, maybe your family has become monsters."

The woman looked up at Wenshen and whimpered, "Where are you from? Why are you so powerful? Can this virus really make people evolve?"

"I think it's very likely that you two have not become monsters, maybe you have begun to evolve. Do you feel that your strength has become bigger, or something else?" Wenshen asked curiously.

"No, but I think my skin has improved a lot." The woman touched her little face and replied with some uncertainty.

"I feel that my strength has increased and my endurance has increased. In the past, I would have gasped for a few floors. However, I climbed more than ten floors in one breath and felt pretty good." The black man suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly.

The beauty thought for a while and said in surprise: "So too!"

"Oh, by the way, what are you going to do now? This is the city center of New York, with millions of zombies gathered. I'm afraid my life will be difficult in the future." Wen Shen laughed.

"Is this the legendary end of the world in 2012? I didn't expect it to happen. Alas, take one step at a time. By the way, little brother, you are from there, what are you going to do? Otherwise, I'll follow you." The beauty stopped crying and looked at Wenshen seriously.

"I'm so young! I'm still young, you really know how to scream. I don't have time to take you to play, so you should take care of yourself." After Wen Shen said that, he jumped out of the Empire State Building.

"Ah..." The beauty said in shock when she saw Wen Shen jumping out of the building.

The two hurried to the edge of the building and looked down. They didn't even see the figure. They looked at each other and were at a loss.
Chapter completed!