Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

Become!

Song Qing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ha...hahahahahaha!

He stood up with a smile, feeling the new power within his body.

This power was like an innate part of his body, which he could mobilize at will.

"husband?"

Seeing his unusual demeanor, Gu Ya spoke with concern.

Song Qing turned to look at her, her face beaming with barely suppressed joy.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

next second.

His body vanished into thin air without the slightest warning!

"what!"

Gu Ya was startled by this bizarre scene.

She hadn't reacted yet.

A pair of arms gently wrapped around her waist from behind.

Gu Ya turned around.

She saw Song Qing standing behind her.

"Husband! You...this...this is Ye Chen's ability?"

"That's right."

Song Qing smiled and nodded, then pulled her into his arms.

"His spatial power is now mine."

Teleport!

This ability, which only existed in movies and novels, actually appeared before her!

Her man has become stronger again.

Becoming stronger only made her more fascinated.

As I held the warm, soft beauty in my arms, my emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

He had only had a fleeting thought of appearing behind Gu Ya when his body reacted instinctively.

The whole process was incredibly smooth.

Moreover, the consumption is negligible.

Compared to Ye Chen, who was panting heavily after just one teleportation, it was a world of difference.

Song Qing closed his eyes and carefully felt this new power.

His mind started racing again.

A strange, empty space, indescribable in words, suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

Song Qing's consciousness instantly sank into it.

then

He was completely stunned.

Mountains of supplies.

Literally, piled up like a mountain!

Countless huge shipping containers were stacked neatly, forming small mountains that were over ten meters high.

Food, drinking water, medicine, clothing, sundries, fuel...

Walmart's logo is visible everywhere on those cardboard boxes.

Next to these mountains of supplies were many crates of ammunition.

AK47, M4A1, grenades, bullets...

Song Qing even saw a... tank!

Fuck!

tank!

Did this guy empty out the armory?!

The shock in Song Qing's heart had reached an unparalleled level.

But now.

All of this belongs to him now.

Gu Ya looked at her man's face, her expression shifting between surprise and ecstasy.

She poked Song Qing's cheek with her finger and tilted her head in confusion.

"Honey? What's wrong?"

Song Qing's consciousness was withdrawn.

He took a deep breath, barely managing to calm his wildly beating heart.

He looked at Gu Ya and said.

"Xiaoya."

"In Ye Chen's supernatural space, supplies were piled up into mountains."

He couldn't help but say

"That guy, there's a tank in the space."

Song Qing covered her forehead

"what!"

Gu Ya's beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Tank...tank?!"

"Yes, tanks."

Song Qing nodded.

"I never expected that Russia would dare to sell something like this."

He paused for a moment before speaking.

"I won't have to worry about food anymore."

"Ye Chen has too much stuff in his space. I feel like he wouldn't be able to finish eating it all in a few decades."

Gu Ya's mind went completely blank.

Decades... decades?

She nodded blankly, seemingly still reeling from the sheer volume of information.

Then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, a blush appeared on her cheeks, and she hesitated before speaking.

"Oh, right, honey..."

"So...do you have any cosmetics there?"

She felt a little embarrassed after asking the question.

What kind of time is this to still be thinking about these things?

Song Qing paused for a moment, then smiled.

He gently patted her back.

"Yes, of course."

"When we get back, you and Wang Jie can choose whichever you prefer."

Gu Ya nodded, her face flushed.

Just as the two were preparing to leave.

In the distance, several figures walked over.

Leading the group was a plump middle-aged woman who was striding aggressively toward them.

He was shouting loudly as he walked.

"Where's the food?! Where's the food?"

"Those little brats ran off way too fast; there must be some left!"

Song Qing frowned slightly.

He looked at the group of elderly men and women who were walking over; there were five or six of them in total.

These people were dressed warmly, and their faces did not show signs of prolonged hunger.

At most, he's just a little listless.

Song Qing understood instantly.

These people must have seen the message in the group chat.

However, because of his timidity and fear that it was a trap set by Ye Chen, he never dared to come out.

Only after seeing the twenty-odd people who had come before actually take the food back did this group dare to come out.

It's ridiculous.

This group of people are basically the earliest residents in the community, with a monthly pension of seven or eight thousand, or even more than ten thousand.

But before the end of the world, they loved doing things that were cheap and easy to get.

When supermarkets offer discounted eggs, they are always among the first to participate.

Song Qing still vaguely remembered Aunt Wang, who was the leader. She was a notorious troublemaker in the neighborhood, and she often bullied others in the community because her son was involved in gangs.

At this moment, Aunt Wang had already led her people to the ruins.

When she saw that there was nothing left in the ruins, the group instantly exploded.

"Gone? How could it be gone?"

She frantically searched through the rubble, but found nothing.

Her face was filled with disappointment and anger.

"Who! Who did this?!"

She turned around abruptly, her triangular eyes glaring fiercely at Song Qing and Gu Ya not far away.

Behind her, a tall, thin old man also started shouting.

"It's you two! Did you hide all the stuff?!"

"How can young people be so selfish! Don't they know how to respect the elderly and care for the young?!"

Another person chimed in.

"Hand over the food! There are so many of us, do you think we're afraid of two young punks like you?"

The group of people surrounded Song Qing and Gu Ya.

Gu Ya's face was full of disgust.

Song Qing looked at the group of elderly people in front of him, who were behaving in a very unseemly manner.

A bunch of clowns jumping around.

"roll."

Song Qing uttered a single word.

Very straightforward.

Grandma Wang was stunned; she hadn't expected this young man to dare speak to her like that.

"What...what did you say? You dare tell me to get out?"

Her face was contorted with rage.

"Kid, do you know who I am?! My son is Wang Long! You dare talk to me like that? Believe me, I'll have my son break your legs!"

Song Qing smiled.

I'll say it again.

"roll."

"Or, die here."

Song Qing spoke calmly.