Chapter 535: Detained People in the Shelter (3000 Words)

"Mom, I'm so hungry..."

In the large underground shelter of the former Tianxing Consortium Building, thousands of citizens who hid here were weakly sitting on the ground with their heads buried.

The dim light shone on these Orlan people who seemed to have lost their souls. The dirty smell filled the air, but no one vomited.

They had already adapted to this smell.

Compared to those who failed to hide in the shelter and were still freezing and frightened in the ruins of the city on the ground, they were much luckier.

But even so, the food share delivered per person has become less and less, making it difficult for many refugees to eat.

And those former employees of the Tianxing Consortium have become ashen, and some have even been lying on the ground weakly, with bloodshot eyes, obviously experiencing serious psychological trauma.

There is no way, the truth that Zhao Tianyi, the real director of the Tianxing Consortium, is a Siren in disguise, is enough to make any employee of the consortium feel that their worldview collapses.

If it weren't for the returned Miss Zhao Heyan of the Tianxing Group who stepped forward during this period, organized several large shelters, took the lead in establishing a death squad, and opened up a supply line to the food production area.

I'm afraid that the people in the underground shelters would have completely collapsed due to hunger, fear, and despair.

But even so, the automated equipment and robots in the food production area have been unable to be used due to inexplicable electromagnetic interference, making the food less and less.

Until yesterday, the only food left for these refugees was porridge and coarse grain steamed buns, and they were not full.

The voice was made by a little girl from Liaozhou who had a pair of rabbit ears on her head. She curled up in the arms of her mother who also had rabbit ears, and had to beg her mother because of hunger.

And her words of hunger also resonated with many people around her.

It was almost noon now, but they didn't wait for the food distribution staff this morning.

Everyone with a discerning eye knew that there was less and less food in Huanyang City, and there were sirens wandering everywhere outside.

With robots and all automated transportation paralyzed, the members of the death squads are using their lives to deliver supplies to them.

They will not blame the heroes, but...

This does not mean that the people in the shelter cannot find someone to vent their stress.

"Since the food sent by the death squad is getting less and less, why... not deprive the food share of those left behind?"

A thin young man wearing glasses looked at the rabbit-eared mother and daughter from Liaozhou, whispering in a low voice, as if this sentence was only for himself.

But this seemed to open a gap, and the eyes of the surrounding Orlan people looking at the mother and daughter of Liaozhou people changed slightly.

That's right, now that they don't even know whether Orlan still exists, do they really need to follow the laws of Orlan and treat these "aliens" as the same kind?

Feeling the change in the eyes of the people around her, the little girl with rabbit white ears has buried her head tightly in her mother's arms because of fear, and dared not make a sound.

And her mother also hugged her tightly, with fear in her eyes.

She and her daughter came to this country with her husband who worked in Tianou Group ten years ago.

At first, she was a little worried. After all, this was a completely unfamiliar country. Would the people of Oran discriminate against her family?

But with the outbreak of the Siren disaster, even in the severe environment at that time, the people of Oran still did not discriminate against them, and even took the initiative to help them.

This also made her almost forget that she was not an indigenous person of this country.

"I... my husband is also a member of the death squad, he, he..."

Just as the mother of Liaozhou was about to explain in a panic because of the strange eyes of the people around her, suddenly, a weak voice of a young man sounded from the crowd:

"Don't worry, they won't really do this."

"I believe that the civilized order of Oran will not collapse so easily."

"After all... this is a civilization that can fight bloody battles with our country for a hundred years, and a thousand years of heritage..."

This voice not only attracted the astonished eyes of the mother and daughter, but also the surrounding Oran people all looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw a black-haired man with a sword, who was wrapped in bandages all over his body and sitting slumped under the load-bearing pillar of the shelter, with his head down, like a corpse.

Combined with the words of this young man, his identity is self-evident.

A detained citizen of the Natlan Empire.

And his words made many Orlan people lower their heads in shame, including the young man with glasses who said he would deprive the mother and daughter of food.

In fact, this young Orlan man was just venting his anger verbally and did not really want to do such a thing.

"Don't worry, everyone, I have contacted my sister in a special way of our country, and they will come back with enough food soon... cough cough cough!"

The man from the Natlan Empire wanted to comfort everyone, but halfway through, he coughed up blood, causing the Orlan people around him to retreat from him.

What's more, they were even ready to call the guards of the shelter to send them to the medical isolation area.

"Don't worry, everyone... This is just an external injury. I was transferred here from the hospital... cough cough cough cough..."

After hearing this, the people of Orlan around all breathed a sigh of relief.

In today's dirty and closed environment, if someone is infected with an infectious disease and is not isolated and treated, the consequences will be disastrous.

After learning that the members of the death squad were about to return, the people in the shelter no longer looked at the mother and daughter of Liaozhou, and once again fell into an uneasy wait.

"Hey, what you just said, a detained person from the Natlan Empire, is quite interesting. Since you have mastered the secret arts of the Natlan Empire, your skills should not be bad. What's the matter with this injury? Where did you get it?"

Just as the black-haired man from the Natlan Empire lowered his head and was about to close his eyes to rest, two young Orlan people who were also bandaged came over curiously and took the initiative to talk to him.

"Heh... I'm ashamed to say that my injuries were caused by the artillery attack of the ship girl in the Western Continent."

"Hiss! Are you a criminal? How could the ship girl attack you innocently? No, no, you can actually survive the attack of the ship girl's ship gun?!"

His words caused the two young Orlan people to widen their eyes and make alert movements.

"Ahem... Don't worry, I'm not a criminal."

"I was in the Western Continent before, providing protection... security for Ye Zhanke, the big boss of Tomahawk Military Industry."

"It's just that the Navy suddenly attacked in order to unify the Western Continent and destroyed the Tomahawk Military Industry headquarters building where I was. I was lucky to save my life in the collapsed ruins."

After the Natlan man explained in a weak tone, the two Orlan young people suddenly realized.

As early as when the leader of the new alliance made an emergency broadcast, they had already learned that the Western Continent had been unified by the new alliance.

It's just that they only now know that Ye Zhanke, the big boss of Tomahawk Military Industry, was beheaded by the Navy Department of the Western Continent.

But this is not a bad thing.

Ye Zhanke has always been unpopular in the hearts of most Orlan people. His death has, to some extent, prevented the outbreak of civil war in the Western Continent.

"Hey... Brother, you are also a miserable person. You have just returned to the Eastern Continent not long ago. I don't know how long this life will last."

The two Orlan young men were so talkative that the Natlan man slowly raised his head and looked at the two of them.

Compared with most of the people around who were desperate, the two young men covered in wounds looked much more energetic.

It was as if they still had hope for the future in their hearts.

This made the Natlan man feel a little strange. Do they think that in this situation, there will be reinforcements to save them?

You know, even in the records of the God-killing War thousands of years ago in the secret book of the Imperial Capital Library that he read when he was a child, the description of the horrible divine punishment was far less shocking than the black sun and black storm created by the Siren.

What on earth could prevent these two Orlan young men from falling into despair in this situation?

"I bet you that the leader of the new alliance will definitely rescue us all within three days."

"Three days? Are you underestimating him? I think today, all those bastard Sirens will be beaten to a pulp."

"Hey, why don't you say that after he drove the Sirens out of Huanyang City, he restored the communication blockade of the entire continent and ascended the throne as the president on the spot?"

"How do you know that my big brother who joined the death squad told me this?"

Hearing the two people's increasingly loud jokes and quarrels, many Orlan people around came over and joined the topic.

The originally lifeless underground shelter was actually a little lively because of the discussion caused by this topic.

"It's time to eat! All refugees, please line up at the elevator entrance according to the numbers issued to you before!"

At this time, the sound of a loudspeaker came from the elevator of the shelter in the distance.

"Brother, your Natlan secret technique is really effective. What's your number? Do you need us to bring you food?"

"...I appreciate your kindness. My sister will bring the food for me. You two go first."

After declining the kindness of the two young Orlan people to help get the food, the black-haired man of Natlan looked blankly at the crowd who were still discussing the topic even though they had already started queuing for the food. He was stunned for a moment.

"If that leader can really lead Orlan through this disaster in such a desperate situation..."

"Then he must be the one that our father sent us to Orlan to find...the one who can resolve the curse of killing gods."