Central USA, Missouri.
The flood washed away a small town by the river. All kinds of garbage, cars, and furniture floated on the water like soap bubbles in a bathtub, spreading as far as the eyes could see.
The heavy torrential rain was still happening everywhere around the earth and there was no sign of stopping.
In the torrential flood, an old Hispanic woman with gray hair, golden glasses, and a string of golden necklaces hanging from her neck, was sitting in a white round wooden bathtub. Under the raincoat, her eyes were staring blankly at the flood behind her, as she was carried away by the flood.
Along the way, some people stood on the roof of the bus calling for help, some climbed on the violently swaying tree and begged her to help them and take them away. However, there was nothing she could do.
The old woman had a radio in her hand, the kind that could be grasped by one hand. While scooping the water out of the bathtub from time to time, she would listen to the radio with her earphones.
She didn’t expect any rescuers. The radio said that there were floods everywhere around the country. They didn’t even have enough manpower to rescue the people in the cities, let alone saving people from a remote town?
She only hoped that she would be able to hear some news about the local refugee shelter on the radio. There were no signs that the rain would stop anytime soon. Without food and shelter, the old woman knew very well that she would not be able to survive for two days with her age. So she must find the nearest refugee shelter and ask for help.
To the west of the small town, there was a small hill with relatively high terrain. The old woman still did not receive any signals, so she hoped that once the flood was no longer that powerful, she would be able to row the wooden bathtub to that place and try her luck there.
She was drenched and hungry. She encouraged herself to persevere by imagining the bread, ham sausage, and warm stove in the shelter. Maybe soon, she would be saved.
The corpses of humans and small animals that occasionally floated in the muddy flood made her nauseous. But she was unable to vomit anything.
In the evening, at the edge of the diversion of the flood where the flowing speed of the flood gradually slowed down, she saw a bloody massacre. Dozens of young western cowboys riding on tall and strong horses were wading through the water to chase down and slaughter dozens of people who were desperately trying to run away in panic.
Soon, all the people that were running on their feet were beheaded and fell to the wet ground.
The old woman was terrified. She hurriedly lowered her body, hiding at the bottom of the wooden bathtub in fear and not daring to make a sound.
She felt that God must be punishing her. Otherwise, why would she experience so many unfortunate events at such an old age?
While she was still trembling with fear at the bottom of the bathtub, the group of horsemen left silently after they killed everyone.
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In the past seven days, Chu Yunsheng had destroyed six vampire clans in total, had two gun battles with the Bureau of Investigation, and an accidental fight with special forces. There were sixteen people in his force that were wounded, and five people were killed. The remaining vampires were asked to practice the cultivation methods he provided to strengthen their power and life force.
The horses they used were from one of Buterne’s strongholds in the east, and they were not ordinary horses at all. All of them had been genetically modified based on Chu Yunsheng’s knowledge of life force and the vampires’ own method of evolving ordinary creatures. So compared to ordinary horses, they were much stronger, faster, and powerful.
The armor they wore was made by Chu Yunsheng after they arrived at the second base of Buterne in the central United States and met up with Ashe, who was in charge of material preparation. There were a total of seventeen sets of them.
In the morning, Chu Yunsheng had already discovered that the space tunnel mentioned by the guardian had really opened. However, probably because the energy wasn’t stable, it was closed immediately again. But the guardian didn’t appear to explain anything to Chu Yunsheng. Probably, it wanted to stabilize the energy and re-open the tunnel again.
The explosion of the space-time pit has not yet arrived, but the crisis was already in sight. The continuous heavy rains had submerged all parts of the world in raging floods. Everyone was trying to escape to places with higher altitudes.
Buterne had even prepared a fleet of ships including container ships, luxury cruise ships, yachts, in the third stronghold in case the whole world was flooded before the tunnel could be opened.
