I'm not a drama god

The hills were flattened.

The fiery red velvet edge devoured the lush green land, and all the wild animals living therein were melted in an instant. The absolute domain of the god of death opened up, and in an instant, tens of millions of natural creatures were harvested.

The densely packed red paper was burned and torn, falling from the sky. On the wasteland where the remaining fire was leaping, an extremely embarrassed figure was pieced together...

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Chen Ling, covered in blood, was coughing violently. The air was filled with a pungent, strange smell. Hot blood dripped from his mouth and nose, spreading on the dark ground.

But soon, these injuries were stopped, and he stood up shakily from the ground. Apart from being covered in blood and looking a little scary, he didn't have any serious injuries.

After all, Chen Ling is a disaster, and his physical fitness is not comparable to that of ordinary humans. Even though the air is now full of nuclear radiation, he doesn't feel much. He is just extremely uncomfortable from the aftermath of the explosion.

"Is this the power of nuclear weapons..." Chen Ling muttered to himself as he wiped the blood off his face.

"If nuclear weapons could still be used in the Nine Lords era, resisting disasters wouldn't be so difficult... No... I seem to be the disaster myself..."

Chen Ling shook his confused head and staggered forward.

During the escape from the explosion just now, he and Ying Fu had been completely separated. Ying Fu seemed to have other means of resisting nuclear weapons, and no one knew where he had hidden... But Chen Ling was too lazy to care about him. The most important thing now was to rescue Lu Xun and others from Wushan Town!

The world war has begun and the catastrophe has begun. Any corner of this world may be dangerous. He must ensure the safety of Jiujun.

As Chen Ling thought about it, he walked to the edge of the devastated mountain range and looked in the direction of Wushan Town.

The next moment, he stood there in a daze.

In the hazy clouds, a second shining point of light was seen falling straight towards the center of Wushan Town...

……

7012 Underground Project.

Boom-! ! !

There was a slight shaking of the mountain. Everyone in the conference room was stunned and looked around blankly, as if they didn't know what was going on.

"earthquake?"

"No way... Since this underground project is built here, it shouldn't be in an earthquake zone."

"Did the air raid alarm go off just now?"

"What on earth is going on? Where's Director Sun? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

"I was wondering why you chose this place as the venue for the meeting... What exactly do you, Bureau 749, plan to do?"

"..."

Waves of commotion were heard from the conference room, and the people who already felt something was wrong began to question the arrangement of Bureau 749. In the crowd, Han Xiang's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Prime Minister Han...what is going on?" Zheng Zhiqing moved to his side and asked in a low voice.

"Something must have happened outside." Han Xiang sighed lightly.

"I hope your majesty can recover from the danger..."

A few rooms away.

Sun Bumian frowned as he looked at the slightly trembling surroundings, and slowly loosened his hands that were strangling Sun Zhongliang.

Sun Zhongliang's feet fell back to the ground, his face still extremely pale. The staff and military personnel nearby immediately stepped forward to support him and protected him behind them.

"You organized this Wushan Conference in advance just to gather all the successors together and then send them to this underground project?" Sun Bumian seemed to understand something.

"This is a nuclear war sweeping the world. No densely populated area will be spared." Sun Zhongliang said slowly, "You, the Shinto masters, are the treasures of our country's thousands of years of cultural heritage and the embodiment of human spiritual civilization... If you die in a nuclear war, it will be a huge loss."

Sun Bumian finally understood why the Wushan Conference was held in such a hurry. It was probably because people both at home and abroad only realized the terrible impact of technological regression in the past two days. The fact that Bureau 749 was able to gather so many people together in just two or three days was already extremely efficient.

No wonder they insisted that I return home immediately and didn't want me to go out again no matter what. It seemed that they had already anticipated that the United States would soon become a wasteland, and they hurriedly recalled me to better protect myself.

Sun Bumian admitted that he had some prejudice against Sun Zhongliang before, but now it seems that he has indeed done what the 749th Bureau should do most...

"Since it's for protection, why don't you just say it directly?" Sun Bumian asked again.

"First, how to deal with a nuclear war is a top national secret. If it is revealed in advance, if the news is passed abroad through spies, things will be very difficult. If a large number of countries know that we are hiding in Wushan, then dozens of nuclear weapons will turn this place into a wasteland that cannot be restored for hundreds of years.

Second, everyone has selfish desires. If they knew that a nuclear war was coming, what would happen to their parents, wives, children, relatives, and friends? The 7012 underground project is so small that it can accommodate a very limited population. We cannot allow them to bring their families in... We want to protect the descendants themselves, not their relatives and friends.

Third, if they learned that the 7012 underground project could not accommodate their families, they would either choose not to come and stay with their families; or they would choose to secretly tell the news to people around them so that they could go to the best and most advanced shelter first.

If these people spread the news, it will cause mass panic, and once the people are confused, it will lead to a lot of tragedies... Never trust human nature. When faced with the threat of death, too many people will choose to abandon their humanity and become extremely selfish beasts. "

After listening, Sun Bumian fell silent.

Sun Zhongliang was right. No matter from which perspective, not telling them the truth was the right choice... At least in the matter of the Wushan Conference, Sun Bumian could not find any fault.

"I understand." Sun Bumian sighed.

"You are right, but I don't plan to hide here... No matter how chaotic it is outside, this place does not belong to me."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sun, this is a one-way ticket." Sun Zhongliang replied calmly, "Once you enter the 7012 underground project, you can't leave. You are also our important protection target."

"I can't go out either?"

"Yes, no one can."

Sun Bumian frowned again, "How long will we stay here?"

"Wait until all dangers are over... maybe a month, maybe a year, or maybe... ten years." Sun Zhongliang paused for a moment, "Until the crisis on the ground is completely resolved, no one can leave. This is the order from above.

Please rest assured, the reserves of the 7012 underground project are enough for everyone to use for 50 years."

Sun Bumian shook his head repeatedly.

"No way, I won't stay here that long...I want to go up."