Chapter 95 Under the Sky 19 (Revised)

People finally woke up.

Realize that air tanks are precious supplies.

For a time, the small shop selling fresh air from Huatian was crowded with people. The price of a can of oxygen increased from 50 yuan to 5,000 yuan, and then to 5,000 yuan. Some people even fought to snatch a bottle of compressed air.

In the end, the chaos was suppressed only when the police arrived.

All the instruments and air tanks in stock at Huatian Air Store were taken away.

The police station sent people to walk the streets with loudspeakers.

We're telling everyone that the police station has a backup generator that can produce compressed air. Please don't rush to grab it. Those who don't have compressed air can come and get it with their ID.

We should also reassure the public that this may have been a fluke. We should think about our friends and family in the hospital, and those who have already passed away; it is more important to provide for them first.

The police department still plays a very important role.

There were long lines in the town to get the air canisters.

The dead residents were buried together, and an atmosphere of sadness permeated the air.

Day 11 in Huatian Town

The suffocating feeling in the air arrived as expected, shattering the beautiful fantasies of the town residents.

This time it was longer.

Three minutes!

As time passed, the roars of the beasts at night became quieter.

When I went out in the morning, I saw dead animals everywhere.

Most animals with small lung capacity, such as chickens and ducks, died, and the corpses of rats and other animals appeared on the streets.

People became nervous and panicked.

The suffocation time is getting longer and longer. When will the people outside be able to rescue them?

Ordinary police were no longer able to tame the angry townspeople, who marched through the streets and rioted at the edge of the dome.

The transparent walls block out smells and sounds.

These people wrote their anxieties in blood-red paint.

When can I go out?

It took the intervention of the police chief to subdue the man through persuasion, threats and inducements.

This capable middle-aged director did not look particularly well either. His face, which previously looked to be in its forties, had aged considerably in the past few days.

His hair turned gray and his forehead had many wrinkles, making him look like he was in his fifties.

It seems that maintaining the tranquility of the small town is not as easy as imagined.

Nowadays, except when going to the police station to fill compressed air, the door of the villa is always closed.

Fu Anan is receiving training from Fu Yizhi.

Teach her about various firearms and close combat techniques.

Fu Anan's screams could often be heard from the villa.

Passersby who heard this would unconsciously quicken their pace, and imagine what happened in the villa -

Being so energetic in broad daylight, that’s the good thing about being young!

"Brother Fu, I give up, I give up, I give up!"

Fu Anan, whose hands were clamped by Fu Yizhi and pressed on the sofa, unable to move, shouted loudly, "My arm is going to break, it's really going to break!"

Hearing the plea for mercy from the person below him, Fu Yizhi slowly loosened his hands.

"You are too weak."

"Brother, you are too strong."

Fu Anan's arms hung in front of his chest, like a kangaroo.

Even when it hurt so much that I was about to cry, I didn't forget to fart.

Zhishi sniffed, "Brother, don't we have a gentler way of training?"

"Would you rather have a hard time, or be killed by someone at the critical moment?"

Fu Yizhi said lightly, "Only the stronger the person, the longer they can live in the game."

Fu Anan stood up after hearing this.

"You have to understand that none of the core members of Mang are weak."