The night covered by the snowstorm was dim and dull, even the stars in the sky no longer twinkled.

Among the dark ruins, only a little firelight in a street and the lights in the greenhouse were still shining on this cold night.

Compared with the white lights in that huge building, the firelight in the wind and snow was so weak, as if it would go out at any time.

In the abandoned underground parking lot, several refugees raised their heads and looked outside. Following the exit, they saw a greenhouse towering among the ruins.

It was so dazzling that these refugees could not take their eyes away for a long time.

They were so cold that they couldn't help but think how great it would be if they could be in that building.

At least that way, they won't be so cold, and at least that way, they won't have difficulty breathing.

Human beings always yearn for warmth and light, just like at this moment, refugees still yearn for greenhouses.

"I asked the soldiers in the greenhouse that this snowstorm will last for about three days. So no matter what, hold on, we will survive, and then we can enter the greenhouse."

At this time, Nossenford walked past several refugees and spoke slowly.

"Heh." Several refugees looking at the greenhouse withdrew their gaze and looked at each other with a wry smile for a while.

"I see, we have no other choice now, right?"

A refugee shook his head, threw a piece of used clothing into the bonfire and continued to burn it, and said softly helplessly.

"I just hope that after the snowstorm, the sun will shine brightly."

This statement caused ridicule from several other people.

"Jesus, Carl, how did you become a poet?"

"This is literally colder than this snowstorm."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The atmosphere became much more relaxed.

But just when everyone's laughter had not dissipated, an extremely terrifying cold wave suddenly swept through.

"call!!!"

Only the violent sound of wind was heard suddenly at the exit of the parking lot.

Visible frost condensed on the wall and spread along the exit.

All sounds stopped suddenly, including several male refugees and Noxonfo who were laughing with each other.

Everyone could clearly feel that the temperature was dropping rapidly, and even the flames in front of them seemed to be about to dissipate, unable to provide them with protection and warmth.

"What happened just now?" a refugee asked stammering.

"Everyone..." Noxonfu looked at the outside of the parking lot blankly, opened his mouth for a while, and then said in a dry voice.

"Call everyone into a circle immediately, and then gather all the combustibles and food. Quick! Damn it, this blizzard is still getting bigger..."

Yes, it's actually getting bigger, so much so that it might kill everyone.

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At the same time, in the greenhouse, the dome cover on the top of the greenhouse was shaking at an almost observable level, and even made bursts of rattling sounds.

"What's going on?" On the rampart, Johnson looked up at the transparent barrier on the top of the building and asked blankly to his colleagues around him.

"I don't know." The soldier in charge of patrolling the barrier frowned slightly and shook his head.

"But it doesn't look like a good situation."

As if to confirm this sentence, almost at the same time as the soldier finished speaking, another soldier ran up the barrier and said breathlessly.

"There is news from the meteorological observation department that the level of the snowstorm may further intensify, so we will immediately enter the emergency control stage."

The so-called emergency control phase, as the name suggests, is the emergency disaster control phase in which soldiers intervene.

They are usually emergency measures and remedial measures implemented when facing major disasters.

"Where is the specific direction?" The soldier patrolling the barrier felt his breathing tighten, and then asked in a deep voice.

"Contact the maintenance team to strengthen the barrier on the top of the greenhouse and set up temporary windbreaks to avoid the possibility of wind and snow overwhelming the barrier."

"I'll contact the others right away." The soldier nodded and turned around and left without stopping for much longer.

Johnson immediately set out to follow him. At this time, there was obviously no possibility for him to stay out of the incident.

In the next hour, almost all the soldiers on the ramparts were busy.

It wasn't until they saw the care team hoisting cables to the top of the barrier and setting up reinforcement measures and ventilation boards that they breathed a sigh of relief.

Before this, no one thought that this snowstorm would be so severe and even affect the safety of greenhouse facilities.

Johnson, who calmed down again, took a few deep breaths and looked outside the greenhouse again.

"Those refugees probably won't survive."

Seemingly sensing Johnson's thoughts, the soldier beside him said regretfully and raised his hand to pat his shoulder.

This should be the most rational way of thinking. In a disaster that can almost endanger a greenhouse, the probability of survival for refugees without adequate supplies and protective facilities is obviously very slim.

Yes, how could Johnson not understand this?

But whenever he thought of the pain and resentment of those refugees before their death, he couldn't help but feel powerless.

He still had no choice but to do so. The funny thing is that from the day he became a greenhouse soldier, he has been helpless to this day.

Sometimes he would hate himself and ask himself why he couldn't do anything.

Every time at this time, he would recall why he wanted to become a soldier in the first place. It probably wasn't because of this.

Then why? He always felt that he couldn't remember it.

Or maybe they just don’t dare to think about it anymore.

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In the greenhouse, people stared worriedly at the snowstorm outside.

In the ruins, the refugees gathered together and tried every means to keep each other warm. But the atmosphere of despair and pain was still spreading slowly, because they all knew that they might die.

And at this time, on the broadcasting tower, Yanagihara and Liz finally prepared the final equipment.

Standing in the middle of three electric hot plates and two giant speakers, Liz tied an iron chain tightly to her body.

She looked up at the roaring hurricane in the sky, smiled wildly, then grinned and spoke in a daze.

"Then, try to kill me."

Before I break free from your bonds.

Try to keep me trapped here, like a chain around my waist.

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Chapter completed!