Earth Era

The rest of the people rushed a little slower, but they came here before those potato chips were picked up. Everyone is doing the same thing, everyone is squatting there, desperately picking up those potato chips that fell on the ground. The young woman screamed, pushing the people around her like crazy, and at the same time quickly picking up the potato chips on the ground.

There is only one bag of potato chips on the ground, and the number is very small. Conflicts broke out among the dozen or so people picking up potato chips. The young woman grabbed a handful of potato chips, and before she put it in her mouth, she was scattered by a strong man, and another thin man took the opportunity to grab a handful and stuffed it into her mouth, and the strong man kicked kicked him...

Zhao Huasheng stood beside him, dumbfounded. The man also stood there, motionless, not even responding when another bag of potato chips was snatched from his arms.

At this time, someone shouted, "There's more in the store!"

So, a group of people rushed towards the store as if they had agreed. Meng Zhuo's brows have been tightly wrinkled, and he seems to have seen some ominous omens. As soon as Meng Zhuo moved, he came to the door of the store and shouted: "What are you doing?!"

In normal times, Meng Zhuo's roar is enough to make a hall that can accommodate a hundred people completely quiet, but at this moment, the people that Meng Zhuo is facing seem to have lost their senses. Meng Zhuo's roar had no effect. The dozen or so people were still rushing in like a tide. Meng Zhuo opened his arms like an iron tower, blocking the dozen people here, and no one could break through Meng Zhuo's block.

But the confusion here has caught the attention of others. I don't know who roared again: "Get out of the way! There is food in there!"

At least one hundred more people swarmed. Meng Zhuo frowned, looked at Zhao Huasheng standing next to him, and finally shook his head and gave up blocking.

Meng Zhuo has lost the ability to eliminate chaos, and Meng Zhuo can no longer put Zhao Huasheng in danger.

These dozen people and the hundreds of people who came after them rushed into this small shop like a tide. The cabinets and tables in the shop were pushed down, and the goods were swept away in an instant. Those who grabbed the things were trying their best to protect them, and those who didn't grab the things pointed their fists at these former "comrades in arms".

Most of the people who didn't grab something. Obviously, they are not reconciled to this empty-handed. So the chaotic team swept away like locusts towards other places. On both sides of the street, the closed shops were smashed open, people rushed in and swept in, and then rushed to the next one...

A chaos has formed. More and more people got involved. Some people don't even know what this is for. They just follow the large army with the support of a blood of fanaticism. During the advance, they accidentally had a physical conflict with the people next to them, so they started to fight each other. If the fist is not enough, I pick up the brick, pick up the stick...

There are more and more people around. Meng Zhuo caught Zhao Huasheng at this time and said, "Get out of here quickly, it's very dangerous here."

Meng Zhuo grabbed Zhao Huasheng's arm and began to swim upstream in the crowded and chaotic crowd. Along the way, Zhao Huasheng saw many distorted faces, heard the cry of countless people, and saw pictures that he had only seen on TV before.

A woman accidentally fell to the ground, but no one cared about her. Countless feet were still stepping up. At first, the woman still moved and shouted, but after a while, there was no sound. Zhao Huasheng saw that blood began to flow out of her face, eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Zhao Huasheng saw a young man dressed in a strong and elegant atmosphere found a sharp knife from nowhere, and then stabbed the sharp knife on a very fat man next to him with a grim face. Zhao Huasheng saw a tall young man. The woman took a brick in her hand and slapped it on the head of a middle-aged woman...

The chaos is irrepressible. But until now, Zhao Huasheng still had some doubts in his mind: "But, but, it's just a bag of potato chips..."

Just a bag of chips. A bag of potato chips that no one would take a second glance at, even if it was still on the ground.

"They're all crazy," Mondro said in a low voice.

Zhao Huasheng was pulled into a building by Meng Zhuo, and reached the roof after a few minutes. Standing on the roof, blown by the oncoming cold wind, Zhao Huasheng gradually calmed down.

Zhao Huasheng looked down and saw that the chaos had spread from the street at the moment to other streets, and it was still spreading rapidly. In the eyes, chaos and crying were everywhere. People didn't know what the chaos was for. They don't know what they want to do. People are just holding weapons, or attacking everyone they can see around them with their bare hands, wanton venting their long-standing repression and fear of the future.

"Report to the headquarters, there is a riot on No. 1867 Street, Area C, and it is spreading rapidly. It will soon be out of control. Request for support, request for support..."

After the report was over, Meng Zhuo shook his head at Zhao Huasheng: "This is not something we can deal with. We can't control it."

"Just because of a bag of potato chips?" Zhao Huasheng asked.

Mengzhuo continued to shake his head: "People have been suppressed for too long and feared for too long. The solar crisis broke out too fast, too suddenly, and suddenly fell from heaven to hell, people will not be able to bear it... The idiots of the Academy of Social Sciences , I have already proposed to them to do a good job of psychological assessment and counseling to prevent the occurrence of mass violence, they always say that there is nothing wrong, and now I see how they explain to the head of state!"

So Zhao Huasheng knew that it was not about a bag of potato chips.

In this apocalypse, everyone has accumulated too much pressure and fear in their hearts but cannot vent them. As long as there is a little spark, Equatorial City will explode like a dynamite keg. And that person just happened to be the fuse.

"Don't worry, the army will take control of the situation soon," Mondro said.

Zhao Huasheng nodded sadly.

But after a while, Meng Zhuo suddenly slammed his hand on the stone steps, and cursed through gritted teeth, "Bastard!"

In Zhao Huasheng's mind, Meng Zhuo has always been an indifferent and calm image. Zhao Huasheng has never seen Meng Zhuo get emotional. Zhao Huasheng looked at Meng Zhuo, and Meng Zhuo pointed below and said to Zhao Huasheng: "You see that those people don't... Those who are uniformly dressed in black... They are creating situations and inciting riots."

"Cultists, conspirators, fanatics, anarchists, anti-humans, doomsdayists..." Every time a term was uttered, Meng Zhuo's face became gloomy: "These evil spirits have appeared."

"These bastards, the scum of society!" Meng Zhuo slapped the stone steps fiercely, with blue veins on his hands.

"Has our society reached this point?" Zhao Huasheng thought silently in his heart, and turned to look in another direction. From that direction, Zhao Huasheng also heard a faint noise.

The two of them have been standing on the top of the building looking at the scene below. I don't know if it was an hour or two. From a distance of at least 1,000 meters from here, Zhao Huasheng saw a sudden burst of fierce fire. After three or four seconds, Zhao Huasheng heard it coming from there. There was a dull explosion.

So Zhao Huasheng knew that the chaos had escalated.

At this moment, there is no one standing on the long street below. The rioting crowd has swept into other places like locusts. There were only a lot of people left on the long street, who didn't know whether they were dead or alive. But no ambulance came, and no soldiers or police showed up. There's a lot of debris and blood, glass debris, etc. falling here, making it look like a junkyard.

It seems that the entire Equator City is boiling at this moment. Since the first firelight appeared, soon, like a chain reaction, more firelights appeared in more places. The sky seemed to be enveloped by smoke and dust. Standing on the roof, Zhao Huasheng smelled an aura of death and madness.

Helicopters began to appear in the sky, and harsh sirens began to sound in the city. But the sirens only lasted for a while and then disappeared, and the helicopters only hovered in the sky and never landed. .

"It's calm down here, I want to go down to save people." Zhao Huasheng pointed to the bottom and said.

Meng Zhuo waved his hand weakly: "It's useless. The chaos has spread, how many people can you save by yourself?"

"How many can be saved?" Zhao Huasheng said firmly: "I have learned some first aid knowledge. Even if I don't have medicine and equipment, my first aid knowledge will be useful. And... as long as one more person can be saved, our Civilization will have a little more hope."

"Okay, I'll go with you." Seemingly infected by Zhao Huasheng, Meng Zhuo finally nodded.

The two came down from the roof again and returned to the long street. Zhao Huasheng squatted on the ground, put his fingers on the neck of a person with closed eyes, and realized that the person had no heartbeat, so he left quickly and walked to the next person.

This person seems to have a little heartbeat. So Zhao Huasheng quickly conducted a simple inspection on him, then started artificial respiration, then tore off his clothes, and fixed his broken bones with a wooden stick...

Zhao Huasheng doesn't seem to see the crime, blood and terror that exist on this long street. Zhao Huasheng just wants to save people, the more the better.

The words that Zhao Huasheng just said sounded in Mengzhuo's ears again: "As long as one more person can be saved, our civilization will have more hope."

So Meng Zhuo thought of this: "Maybe, he can really save our civilization."