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Jiang Wu sat steadily on the bird's back, arms crossed, quietly looking down at Shanghai.
He fell into deep thought.
The once towering skyscrapers have now become the carriers for giant, mutated vines, and the broken glass curtain walls gleam coldly in the reflection of the snow.
The nearly one-meter-thick layer of snow completely buried the street, leaving only half of the tilted streetlights and overturned cars exposed, like wreckage frozen in a glacier.
There was absolutely no sign of any living person.
In addition, there were endless, hideous zombies, making the whole city look like a real ghost town.
But I never expected it.
Beneath the surface of this magical city, there are still more than 200,000 survivors!
If this is the case in Shanghai, what about Beijing?
As the capital, is its underground infrastructure more comprehensive?
Moreover, I remember that the country also has an underground Great Wall project.
I wonder if that underground Great Wall is still in use today?
Could there also be a large number of survivors?
Before long, the golden giant bird had carried Jiang Wu to the mouth of the Huangpu River.
Countless boats floated on the river, including luxury yachts, coal carriers, sand carriers, and cargo ships.
Upon seeing the ships laden with coal and cargo, Jiang Wu's heart stirred slightly.
Many of these transport vessels on the river are several thousand tons or even tens of thousands of tons.
There are even tens of thousands of tons.
It's basically all a supply depot!
The goods being transported were mostly minerals and coal.
If we ever need these things again, we just need to find a way to bring these cargo ships on the river to shore, and that will be an inexhaustible source of resources!
Just then, Jiang Wu's pupils contracted slightly.
What is that?!
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