National destiny survival: I am weak and rely on luck to fly

The next day, before it was fully light, Ren Linhe, Shen Nan, Shen Wansan and Xiao Feifei were already ready to go to the Amena Research Institute.

The institute is located in a hidden valley. The only access is a trail that has become rugged and uneven due to years of disrepair. The terrain makes it impossible for jeeps to pass through.

Therefore, mountain bikes became the only means of transportation to the Amena Institute this time.

Shen Nan looked a little uneasy standing in front of the uniquely shaped mountain bike. He had never ridden on two wheels or driven four wheels.

Although it had been more than two months since he took the mountain bike blueprint out of the supply box, he had not had the opportunity to ride a mountain bike.

Fortunately, the mountain bike is a high-tech product produced by the system. He only needs to put crystals into the crystal slot in the car, and the mountain bike will be able to drive automatically. The intelligent system will maintain the balance of the vehicle, and he only needs to master the direction.

Just as Shen Nan dropped the crystal into the trough and was about to turn around and get in the car, a low roar suddenly sounded in the air.

Shen Nan turned his head and saw a majestic and domineering white tiger with wings appearing beside him.

The white tiger lowered its head and approached Shen Nan, its huge head almost level with Shen Nan's shoulders.

It sniffed Shen Nan's neck gently, and then said in an almost gentle tone: "Come up, I'll take you."

After hearing this, Shen Nan felt an irrepressible excitement in his heart. Without any hesitation, he immediately put the mountain bike back into the backpack space, and then used his hands and feet to flexibly climb onto the back of the double-winged white tiger.

The white tiger's back was broad and solid. Shen Nan stretched out his hands, wrapped his arms around the white tiger's neck, and said happily, "I'm sitting well."

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The white tiger let out a deep roar in response, then spread its wings and flew into the air with ease.

Shen Wansan and Xiao Feifei looked at each other speechlessly, then got on their mountain bikes and followed closely behind.

As Ren Linhe and his four companions left, there began to be movement around the originally quiet villa.

The curtains were carefully drawn open, and pairs of eyes watched their receding backs.

These are survivors from Xia Country, and there are also survivors from other countries. After the figures of several people disappeared from sight, these intelligence personnel took action one after another. Strips of information flashed quickly on the light screen, conveying the movements of Ren Linhe and his group.

Shen Nan rode on the back of a double-winged white tiger, overlooking the terrain below from high above.

Shen Nan remembered observing the situation below. As the White Tiger's flying altitude gradually increased, the people and objects on the ground became smaller and smaller in his eyes, like toy models.

However, Ren Linhe's vision was extremely sharp. Even when he was at a height of 20 or 30 floors, he could still clearly see all the details on the ground.

The mountain bikes traveled at a speed of 40 to 45 kilometers per hour on the district's trails, but because the roads were winding, Shen Wansan and Xiao Feifei had to slow down from time to time.

As time passed, the sun gradually climbed to the center of the sky, shining directly on them, bringing a hint of warmth.

Beads of sweat had already appeared on Shen Wansan and Xiao Feifei's foreheads, but they had no intention of stopping to rest.

Finally, at noon, Shen Wansan and Xiao Feifei arrived at the outskirts of the Amena Research Institute.

The two stopped the vehicle, put the mountain bike into the backpack space, and then looked around.

At this time, Ren Linhe and Shen Nan had already observed the research institute several times from above.

With his extraordinary vision, Ren Linhe overlooked every corner of the research institute and the surrounding terrain from high above, even the survivors from other countries hiding in the dark.

However, when they were observing the lurking positions of the survivors on the ground from the air, these survivors from different countries were also watching their every move.

Ren Linhe and Shen Wansan did not deliberately conceal the route of their separate actions because of the existence of the live broadcast room. Even if they tried their best to conceal it, the foreigners waiting in their live broadcast room would leak their actions to the survivors in their own country.

After all, after more than three months of development, who would still lack those calling cards worth 30 points?

When Shen Wansan and Xiao Feifei arrived at the outskirts of the research institute, Ren Linhe also brought Shen Nan to the ground.

With a cloud of dust, the white tiger's body gradually became smaller and finally turned into a human form.

In the sunlight, the gate of Amena Research Institute looked a little shabby.

Shen Nan followed closely in Ren Linhe's footsteps. The two walked side by side through the gate of the research institute and stepped firmly and quickly into the dim corridor.

Shen Wansan and Xiao Feifei followed closely behind, remaining vigilant to ensure the safety of the rear.

The four of them formed a line and went deep into the research institute without hesitation. Their figures were soon swallowed up by the shadows of the corridor and disappeared into the dark passage.

The survivor teams lurking around the research institute are from different countries, and their eyes are fixed on Ren Linhe and his team.

When Ren Linhe and his group disappeared at the entrance of the research institute, the survivors exchanged glances in a brief silence and seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding in silence.

Then, they began to emerge silently from their hiding places.

Their movements were cautious and slow, and every step was full of vigilance, as if they were afraid of disturbing the tranquility around them. They glanced back and forth between the entrance of the institute and the surrounding shadows to make sure they did not miss any potential threats.

After confirming that it was safe, the survivors from these countries approached the gate of the institute one after another, silently like ghosts.

Their figures were looming in the dim light, and finally, one by one, they passed through the door to the unknown and disappeared into the depths of the research institute.

After Ren Linhe and other survivors from other countries entered the research institute one after another, the surroundings became dead silent again.

The sunlight shone through the treetops, dappled onto the open space outside the institute. Only the occasional breeze blew, bringing the rustling of leaves.

A tiny bird was currently standing on the tip of a tall tree, quietly observing the movements below.

Its eyes were like two small black beads, rotating alertly, recording every survivor who entered the institute.

When the last survivor disappeared behind the gate of the research institute, the bird chirped softly. The sound was crisp and short, as if it was sending some signal.

Then, the bird took off from the treetop. Its movements were light and swift. It ate quickly and, after flapping a few times, it flew into the dense woods.

Soon, his figure was covered by the green leaves in the woods and disappeared without a trace.