Chapter 931: Leviathan rise

Unfortunately, the program was cut off before it was broadcast.
The female anchor did not finish her last post, so she was laid off.
The TV station leader rushed into the studio angrily and asked her loudly what she wanted to do. The multi-billion-dollar acquisition was probably because of this bitch's words!
As for the reason that the female anchor said, it is not a reason, the end of the world may not cost money, after all, it has been played in various zombie movies.
But now the end of the world has not come yet, and money is of great use. Now the directors of the TV station are waiting for the money to be purchased to account for the family property.
If you have money, you can hoard food and water, munitions and ammunition as early as possible, hook in a solid shelter, and let yourself live longer than the inferior!
This is the magical effect of money.
That is to let the rich win at the starting line of the apocalypse. When the are chased by the zombies and scream, the rich may hide in the refuge and drink champagne.
"Fak squid! I will expose your dirty transactions on the Internet! You accomplices of demons!"
The female anchor raised her towards the leader of the TV station, and left with her little cardboard box.
When the TV station leader heard that she was going to continue talking nonsense on the Internet, an invisible cold light flashed in her eyes. After returning to the office, she immediately took out a prepaid mobile phone from the desk and dialed a phone number.
.........
The anchor did not go home the first time, after all, to continue this topic on the Internet requires some other ‘sauce’.
So she drove to the supermarket first. As expected, after Luther's speech in Washington, people may be suspicious of what he said, but there are still many people who choose to go to the supermarket immediately to stock up supplies.
No one knows in what form the end will come, is it the Resident Evil in the movie? Or is it the kind of comet that hits the earth?
Just because of the unknown, I always feel that nothing has been prepared enough.
In addition, the flood just passed yesterday. Except for the canned food or vacuum food that is not afraid of flooding, all the more common flours in supermarkets around the world have been destroyed.
The most important thing is salt. If you want to survive for a long time, it will not work without salt.
The salt in the salt pans is not packaged. At this time, it must have been completely destroyed by the flood. That is to say, the only salt in the supermarket or supplier's warehouse is probably the only salt left on the earth.
Unless someone makes the salt by himself, but there is time, it is better to go to the supermarket to grab the goods.
The female anchor also joined the ranks of panic buying, but she arrived late. She didn't canned food in the huge supermarket, but found a packet of salt that others had missed under the shelf.
And when she was holding a small packet of salt to check out, many people looked at her gloomy.
Many people recognized her. After all, she is considered a celebrity in the TV station, but what about that? The end of the world is coming, who cares what you did before?
White and beautiful? That means being spoiled; light and soft, that means powerless to resist; if you have supplies that no one does not have, that is the most suitable goal....
However, since the end has not really come, there are policemen standing guard outside the supermarket, so people did not act out of the ordinary except staring at her.
She came to the cash register holding the salt in fear, and the price was hundreds of times higher than before. Her monthly salary was only enough to buy a bag of salt!
"You are robbery!" The female anchor protested to the cashier.
The cashier is an honest person. He himself has not had time to store supplies, and other employees have stolen the things that can be used in the supermarket warehouse and ran away. There is only one staff member in the huge supermarket because the boss is hoarding fuel.
And the price increase of the goods is not his control. It is the decision of the boss. The supermarket shelves will be closed when all the goods are sold, so that everyone can see that the supermarket is empty and save people from looting here in the future.
"You may have the last bag of salt in New York right now. Are you sure you don’t want to buy it? If the end does come and you don’t have salt, you may only venture out to lick rocks by the river after a few weeks. Move fast enough, otherwise there will only be stones that are not salty after being licked by others."
The cashier kindly reminded.
"...I buy it." The female anchor took out her wallet and took out the credit card: "Thank you for your reminder."
"Sorry, credit cards can't be used. The major banks have adjusted their credit business. They probably have to run away." The cashier shook his head: "Are there cash? Although they are depreciating all the time, they can still be used at least now."
In just one month, the earth has experienced the invasion of Barbatos, the invasion of the four Omega gods, and the invasion of alien sea gods, which was already turbulent enough.
It's just that the peaceful and quiet social inertia in the past did not make people immediately aware of the surging torrents in the dark.
For example, the economy is severely damaged, a large number of animals and plants die, and materials are extremely scarce.
These things that ordinary people don't usually pay attention to, with Luther's speech, kicked off the prelude to the end.
Whether or not there is an end is no longer important. The important thing is that everyone believes that the end is coming, and Luthor has played so many plays to make everyone believe it.
Look at the current situation in supermarkets. This is just a microcosm of the thousands of supermarkets in the United States. Under the threat of survival, will people give up if they can't buy anything in the supermarket?
It is impossible to think about it.
Maybe many people will go to the countryside to find supplies, but some people will definitely put their ideas on others...
The female anchor paid the money, held her own salt, and walked out of the supermarket cautiously.
She no longer has the mind to engage in online breaking news. Today's situation makes her realize that the truth is no longer important, and everyone should now prepare to survive the end of the world.
Gun, she needs a gun to protect herself. As a woman, strength is not inherently an advantage. Only guns can bring her enough sense of security.
If marksmanship is not good, then use automatic weapons to make up for it, but except for Texas, automatic weapons in other places in the United States require judicial licenses.
Suddenly, she thought of a place, the Lex Group in the metropolis. Mr. Luther said that he had donated all his wealth and inventions. Could there be anything better than a gun?
If there is food, it will do.
She was sitting in the driver's seat of the car, leaning on the steering wheel and thinking, frantically tossing her hair.
At this moment she suddenly heard a gunshot.
It turned out that on the other side of the street, a masked man shot an old lady who had just finished shopping, snatched a can of her bought, and ran away.
The police quickly ran past the anchor’s car to chase the criminal.
But after the police left, chaos also occurred in the supermarket, and figures could soon be seen crawling out of the supermarket.
The screams, the sound of shelves falling to the ground, and all kinds of messy sounds came from the supermarket gate, and there was a storm inside. She saw someone holding a rice cooker and slamming another person on the head, and the person falling to the ground He was still holding a big bag of biscuits in his arms.
She knew that she couldn't stay here for long. Everyone was in danger now. She stepped on the gas pedal and hurried to her home immediately.
The neighborhoods passing by seemed chaotic. Cruel things were happening in various shops, large and small, and gunfire continued to sound in New York City at noon, and intensified.
Crashed vehicles gradually appeared on the road, some corpses were lying on the side of the road, and occasionally a red liquid flowed onto the sidewalk in the dark alleys.
The female anchor knew that the end of the world had begun.
What can she do? Apart from self-insurance, there is no more demand.
She quickly returned to her home, locked all the door locks, and dragged the sofa cabinet against the doors and windows before sitting on the floor holding the salty salt in a sigh of relief.
However, when she was relaxing, a man suddenly came out from the bedroom, a masked man.
Holding a long knife in his hand, he walked slowly towards her.
"Sorry, dear, this is just business, you are in the way of others."
"No, don't kill me, I'll give you money, no, food and salt." The female anchor stepped back with her hands on the ground, her face full of horror.
"After you kill you, those things will naturally belong to me. I am a sweeper, just doing dirty work for people, and I have family members to raise, while the money is still useful, don't blame me..."
The man was not moved, but approached step by step.
"Yeah!!!" The female anchor screamed, as she often does in the studio.
"Zi! Hey, yell..."
She didn't feel the pain, she heard the sound of dust falling on the wooden floor, and then the long knife fell and fell not far from her.
She opened her eyes, and at first glance she saw that the previous man had turned into a humanoid ashes, yes, a pool of white ashes, and his weapon belonged to her now.
"How does it feel to walk in front of death?"
Suddenly a hoarse voice rang behind her, it turned out that another person walked out of the bathroom.
Unlike the previous masked gangsters, this man is wearing a full-body red metal armor, a metal mask on his face, a diamond-shaped iron fence at the nose and mouth, and the two eyepieces are green.
He couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. He was wearing a black hooded cloak, and he seemed to appear suddenly.
"You...who are you?" The female anchor hates not to have a few hands long, so that she can be afraid of farther in the shortest time.
But she was completely seized by fear, and she couldn't move her whole person.
The masked man in front of him was very terrifying just by his aura, and was not comparable to the so-called professional killer before.
"I am Leviathan, I am a person who improves the world. You don't have to be afraid of me. I have come to provide you with hope of life." The mask cloak man said in a low voice. He slowly walked to the female anchor and handed it out. Weapon: "This is for you~EbookFREE.me~ Solar dead light pistol, no need to change ammunition, no need to aim, all controlled by a microcomputer, use it to protect yourself."
"....... Are you afraid that I will use it to hit you?" The female anchor immediately took the gun, feeling more calm.
"It's all your business how you want to use it." Leviathan turned and walked to the bathroom.
"Are you Mr. Luther? You are not dead, right?" The female anchor stood up, and the appearance of the hero made her feel better.
Leviathan kept walking: "Luther is dead, and maybe he will be resurrected, but I am not him, and I have a different path from him."
After speaking, he walked into the bathroom, and then a strong blue light erupted in the bathroom. When the female anchor went to watch it again, the person was gone.
If it weren't for the ashes of the bad guys still on the floor of the living room, all this would be like a nightmare.
However, this was destined to be a nightmare that could not be awakened. The female anchor stared at the ashes on the ground. After a while, she went out with a dead light pistol.