The wind howled violently, and the dust in the wilderness rolled up, like the wailing of the end of the world.

Tu Rong stood outside the high wall of the Xuanwu base, squinting his eyes and staring at the city's barrier that was like a natural barrier.

The nuclear shield emitted a faint blue light under the sunlight, and the entire city was shrouded in a cold, hard metallic luster.

On the streets, maglev trains shuttled past, and the roar of neatly arranged machines came from the mecha training ground.

All of this was like thorns piercing his heart.

"A Xuanwu base like this will be mine sooner or later."

Tu Rong said in a low voice, his eyes full of ambition.

He was no longer satisfied with the food and supplies. After eating those foods, he could no longer swallow the nutritional supplements he had taken before.

Not to mention the taste, the nutrients contained in those foods have greatly enhanced his supernatural powers!

These foods are the future!

Zhang Shun, who was behind him, stepped forward and handed him a piece of intelligence.

"You should take a look at this city resource report."

Zhang Shun raised his lips, his tone was somewhat provocative.

"The food reserves are enough to support the survival of two million people, and the amount of weapons and equipment exceeds even any base or shelter we know of."

Tu Rong took the report, flipped through a few pages, frowned slightly, and then slowly closed it.

"With so many resources, why are we just handing them over like that?"

Zhang Shun sneered:

"Relying on what? Relying on their shields, their mechas, and Gu Man behind them."

Tu Rong was silent.

After a moment, his eyes froze: "I can't wait any longer. I must live in the Xuanwu base and have my own power."

*******

“He wants to live here?”

Song Lufeng sat in the conference room and sneered.

"You still want your own power?"

Shi Hai frowned:

"This guy has a huge appetite, City Lord. He can tolerate it now, but once we agree, he will only become more aggressive."

"Of course I can't agree to that."

Song Lufeng's tone left no room for negotiation.

"There is no way I will let him stay in Xuanwu City!"

Shi Hai sighed:

"But Tu Rong has alien weapons, we have to be on guard."

Song Lufeng fell into deep thought.

After the meeting, Song Lufeng walked out of the conference room, followed by Xiaozao.

"City Lord."

Xiaozao suddenly spoke, his voice was soft but full of determination.

"If Tu Rong really activates the alien weapon, I can use my body as a barrier."

Song Lufeng suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at him with anger in his eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

Xiao Zao lowered his eyes and spoke in a calm voice:

"My body is strong enough, maybe I can absorb the energy of that weapon, at least to buy some time."

"absurd!"

Song Lufeng interrupted coldly,

"You are a date tree planted by the savior herself. How many years of changes and evolution have you gone through since you grew from a seed? I will not let anyone or anything destroy the future she left behind."

Xiao Zao raised his head, his eyes firm:

"But what if there is no future? If the barrier of the Xuanwu base is broken, what will happen to the people in the city?"

"Stop talking about that."

Song Lufeng's tone became even colder.

"I've said before that nothing in Xuanwu Base will be sacrificed in the massacre, including you."

Xiaozao was shocked.

He looked at Song Lufeng's back, wanting to say something but unable to speak.

This human being was different from all the humans he had ever known.

He also vaguely felt why the master chose him.

On the other side, Zhang Shun found Tu Rong again.

"Why are you still hesitating?"

Zhang Shun leaned against the table, his tone was somewhat contemptuous.

"Activate your weapons, and the Xuanwu Base will be yours."

Tu Rong rubbed his brows, with struggle in his eyes.

"You think I don't want to?"

He whispered,

"But whether this thing can get through their shield is a question."

"The shield may be able to stop it, but what about the people inside?"

Zhang Shun asked,

"Even if some people survive, as long as you control the city, don't you have the final say over the rest?"

Tu Rong sneered:

"As long as there is one person alive, they will resist. If the weapon fails, I will lose my last trump card. Do you know what this means?"

Zhang Shun spread his hands and said with disdain:

"So you're just going to watch the Xuanwu base grow until they no longer need you?"

Tu Rong stared at him, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Just as Tu Rong was hesitating, Song Lufeng's cell phone rang.

His expression relaxed and he picked up the phone.

Gu Man's voice came from the other end, calm and clear.

It also brought a touch of tenderness and blew away the lingering cold wind.

"Song Lufeng, get ready, I'm going to start the plan."

Song Lufeng frowned slightly.

"If you start that plan, you'll probably become a target of public criticism."

"I know."

A gentle voice came.

But it carries an irresistible force.

"If we don't let all modern people see the horror of the end of the world."

"Then they will think that activating nuclear technology now is an attempt to start a war."

"If they are not made aware of the horrors of the end of the world, how can they know what kind of life their descendants will live?"

"I think if they knew this, they would make the same choice as I did."

"I seem to be in danger, but why am I not in the crowd?"

Song Lufeng held the communicator tightly and said in a low voice:

"What do you want them to see?"

"Let them see how terrible the future apocalypse will be."

Gu Man paused, his tone was resolute.

"I need your cooperation. Let them understand that if they don't cherish the current opportunity, their descendants will be miserable."

Song Lufeng was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "I understand. Let's start preparing."

The next morning, on the streets of Xuanwu Base, all equipment began to prepare for the live broadcast.

Aerial cameras, holographic projectors, and real-time recording equipment at multiple locations were put in place.

The wilderness outside the city, the rampant monsters, the rotting corpses, and the abandoned buildings were all captured in high definition.

All of this will be transmitted back to the eyes of modern people.

Tu Rong stood outside the high wall, looking at the intensive preparations at the Xuanwu base, his brows furrowed even more.

"What are they doing?" he whispered.

Zhang Shun looked over from the side for a long time and shook his head: "I don't know. Maybe it's a military exercise?"

"No." Tu Rong's eyes were cold, "They are not rehearsing."

"They are... transmitting something."

Zhang Shun's expression changed: "You mean, they are contacting other forces?"