Until the helicopter disappeared into the horizon, Raphael remained in place and was thinking about something.

"what's on your mind?"

Seeing that Raphael was in a daze, Pitro patted him on the shoulder.

"Um?"

Raphael came back to his senses and turned his head to look at Pitro, his eyes brightly.

"I have a plan, go to a place with me first."

Pitro looked at Raphael in confusion and ran in a certain direction, quickly following.

"Where are we going? What are we doing?"

"Go and find some necessary supplies and tools!"

Pitro is becoming more and more confused. It has been a long time since the end of the war. Convenience stores, supermarkets or large shopping malls have long been looted, and any tools that may be conducive to survival have been stolen.

I have been shopping today for so long and almost all the stores are empty. If there are really supplies, how can they be their turn?

It was not until Raphael brought him to his destination that he woke up. The two of them collected a large bag of supplies with their backpacks they picked up from the roadside, and then hurriedly left.

After a while, the two arrived at a dilapidated apartment building.

The apartment building was originally supposed to be around the 30th floor, but now it has less than 5th floors left. The upper floor collapsed to the rear, destroying many houses behind.

The scattered building remains cut off the entire street.

"If the memory is not wrong, 'my's home should be here..."

Raphael's eyes calmly looked at the ruins in front of him, which was the home where he lived.

The original family lived on the 11th floor. When the bombing began, they happened to be shopping outside and did not die in the apartment.

However, despite escaping this disaster, the original parents still lost their lives during the escape.

If Raphael had not traveled through time, the child would probably not have lived long.

Of course, Raphael came here not to go home, and his room had been destroyed long ago.

The reason I came here is because the place is relatively secluded and closed, and there are no other survivors to settle here, which is very suitable for two people to be in a temporary stronghold in the city.

According to the planned plan, Raphael and Pitro can stay in the city for up to ten days. They cannot sleep on the streets for so many days, and they cannot squeeze into temporary prefabricated houses with other survivors.

After all, they sneaked into the city with purpose. If others find that their whereabouts are too suspicious, one report will be enough for both of them to suffer.

"So... you used to live here, but it's already ruined. Are you sure we're going to spend here next?"

Pitro suddenly asked Raphael, he made his tone sound as calm as possible, but his eyes were more erratic.

Raphael knew that he was worried that he would "see things and think of others" and was sad about his dead parents.

And he was also worried that speaking out directly would make Raphael feel worse, so he used the statement that this place became ruins and wanted Raphael to give up living here.

"I can't tell that this kid usually looks silent and has a pretty delicate mind."

Raphael unexpectedly thought, but Pitro's idea was really redundant. He was not as emotional as he was sad for other people's parents.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

As he said that, he showed a soft smile like a symbol.

"No matter what happens, if you want to make yourself and the people around you happy, you must smile at others."

After seeing Raphael's smile, Pietro suddenly thought of what he said the day when he rescued himself and his sister.

"This smile is revealed for others, in order not to let one's sorrow affect others, in order not to let the people around you be immersed in sorrow..."

Pitro's mood suddenly became heavy, "Behind this smile, there must be pain that ordinary people cannot imagine. The leader must have been under too much pressure, but he is obviously so small..."

"He will definitely become a great leader!"

Pitro's psychological activities are changing again and again, while Raphael, who has a super intuitive feeling, is helpless and tired.

What's going on with this kid? His mood fluctuates so quickly. He is moved, sad, and excited again. He is inexplicably experiencing ups and downs? I'm afraid he's going to be schizophrenia!

Raphael glanced at Pitrotro with a little concern. What if one day he was overjoyed and sad and slapped him?

Then Wanda must not hate himself to death!

In short, the two of them had their own ulterior motives... Oh no, they walked into the underground parking lot of this dilapidated building with their own thoughts.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be possible to live in the ruins?

Although several buildings have indeed been preserved, it is just the appearance. No room inside is intact and there is a risk of collapse at any time.

The underground parking lot is much safer, and the place is spacious, and there are even more than a dozen families parked inside.

So what else is there to say? Just break the window and manually unlock it, and shake the seat down to be used as a bed. This comfort level is many times stronger than that of the sponge floor.

There are twenty parking spaces in the underground parking lot, which is not very large in area, with two entrances and exits, one entrance and one exit.

However, the entrance has been blocked by building wreckage, and only the exit can pass.

Raphael and Pitropolis found some hardwood boards and tattered tables and chairs to simply block the exit, not asking to block people, as long as someone breaks in, it is enough to wake them up when they wake up.

At this point, this temporary base has been built.

"Now, it's time to start making our secret weapons."

Raphael and Pitro moved their backpacks full of supplies to the openest location in the parking lot, where a shabby table was placed early.

The two looked at each other and started working at the same time.

Raphael took out the items in his backpack one by one, while Pitro quickly classified the items to avoid accidentally getting them wrong during the subsequent production process.

As for lighting, they came with a lot of intact light bulbs. No one would usually grab this thing. You can get a lot by just a few supermarkets.

The power supply is a battery that is removed directly from the car, and more than a dozen cars are enough for them.

Time went by step by step, and soon one night passed.

“Those should be enough.”

After seeing less than one-fifth of the items left in his backpack, Raphael asked Pitro to stop making.

"Everything goes as planned, isn't it a problem?"

Raphael asked.

"Of course, this is easy for me."

Pitro smiled confidently.

The two of them cleaned up the table, brought their own secret weapons, and walked out of the underground parking lot.
Chapter completed!