My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

After using the future timeline and the elimination method to forcibly clarify the true purpose of this alien team,

Even as an enemy, Sumo sincerely admired the people who planned this "seamless" plan.

This meticulous and exhaustive plan could never come from a foreign race with an IQ of less than 100.

Its origin is either from human spies or from

High-level human beings!

"I didn't expect that before I informed everyone of the disaster information, these people with ulterior motives would target me."

"A tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."

"It seems that I overestimated the bottom line of these people!"

Shaking his head and taking a look at the currently empty Grand Canyon, Sumo's eyes were dark and he called out in his heart to exit. He was carried away by the light and left the talisman world.

After learning the true purpose of the alien race, there is no point in continuing to waste time in the world of talisman paper.

Since their goal is the core of the shelter, there is no need to rush to destroy it now.

They could wait for one day, two days, or even three to five days, until Somo was completely gone, and then move out in full force.

In this case, even if Sumo left a batch of equipment for Hope Village before leaving, he could not stop the 20,000 aliens who were like wolves and tigers.

By then, all the villagers will die, the village will be destroyed, the underground shelter will be smashed to pieces, the core will be damaged, and the development potential will be completely lost.

And even if Sumo already knows about this plan, the person who came up with this strategy need not panic.

Because there are only two ways left for Soma:

First, formatting and taking away the core of one's shelter, all the advantages accumulated before will disappear, which is equivalent to starting from scratch.

Second, stick to the depression and wait for a group of lost aliens to come and kill people to get the permission to teleport.

But it is a pity that because of the control of the five royal families, even if Sumo waits until the sea is gone, no foreigners will pass by.

"Do you want to force me to format my refuge with just an insubstantial 20,000 alien race?"

Looking at the wasteland world that had reappeared in front of him, putting away the secret talisman, Somo strode out of the cockpit and went up the stairs to the ceiling of the captain's cabin.

This is the highest place on the entire Hope except for the radar.

Sitting here, you can not only see the quiet depression under the moonlight, but also the Iron Rock Mountain under construction overnight in the distance.

Before the disaster, the peaceful wasteland was just like the earth, full of life, making people unable to bear any worries.

He looked into the void and took out a bottle of psionic water. Somo tasted it slowly and slowly conceived the context of the whole thing in his mind.

The person who made this plan considered all circumstances, including the fact that Sumo might have a mole in his hands and could see news about aliens.

Even Sumo believed that the 20,000 aliens used to suppress him

They're not even around the depression, and they haven't even assembled into a big team yet!

They scattered into tribes, probably 500 kilometers away, maybe a thousand kilometers away, or even 1,500 kilometers away in circles.

Before the disaster came, these aliens who were afraid of death were so frightened by their glorious record of killing gods that they would not dare to approach the depression even if they were coerced and lured by the five royal families.

Only when the disaster is about to come, they will receive the news one day or two days before the disaster, and set off in the direction of the depression.

Finally, they lurked near the depression and waited patiently for news of the gathering.

With such strict management and real-time communication with chat channels, even if one or two alien races betrayed them, it would be innocuous and would not affect the overall situation.

Unless Sumo can get the location information of all foreign races and can grasp it at any time, missiles will cover them all in an instant.

Otherwise, the alien race in a state of movement and flight will never be completely wiped out!

This was a perfect plan, so perfect that even Somo nodded frequently after deducing the entire set of logic in his mind.

"If I were to put myself in my shoes, I wouldn't be able to do this."

"These people have really worked hard!"

Sumo couldn't help but feel happy when he thought of a team of dozens or hundreds of people sitting at the table, discussing all night long how to target himself and how to put himself to death to perfect this plan.

"No wonder every day I open the chat channel among aliens and there are more and more comments mocking me that I am about to die."

"In the human channel, those high-level people lurking under the water also swallowed their anger and watched me gain so much popularity and see so many ordinary people worshiping me."

"It turns out that in the eyes of these people, in the hearts of these people who know the inside story, I am already a dead person who is about to be crippled!"

"No one will target a useless person, and no one will bear the anger that this useless person may eventually explode!"

"So in your hearts, I am just a clown?"

Stroking the solid steel plate beneath him, he looked at the golden-red flag on the bow of the ship.

Sumo's eyes were faint, as if penetrating the space of the wasteland, and he saw the regret and ridicule on the faces of these "careful" people.

They regretted that the human God Su was about to fall, and they mocked the human Su God for not knowing what he could do.

At the same time, they are also afraid of Su Shen's final wrath, afraid of shooting the first bird and being targeted by Su Shen and dying together.

They don't think that they are clowns because they are afraid of revenge. They think that they are the hope of mankind.

They believe that the sacrifice of most of humanity is worth it and that it is the darkness that must be experienced before the dawn.

They wanted to let the "light" of Soma sink into the deep sea and never light up the sky again.

But

them

I really don’t understand anything!

They didn't understand that as long as Somo kept silent, there would still be 20,000 aliens and there would be intrigues. Four nights later, they would die.

They don't understand that as long as Soma self-destructs, the entire human race, the entire alien race, and the entire wasteland will be reshuffled and chaos will be reopened.

They don't even understand

These people have a mouthful of steamed buns to eat and a mouthful of clean water to drink. Even in their sleep, they still smile like ordinary people.

These are ordinary people who are willing to starve themselves to the point of being skinny and bones in order to protect their children and shelter them from wind and rain.

These are ordinary people who work hard, working 15 hours a day in the 35-degree heat, and have to rebuild their homes.

These are ordinary people who sit in chat channels every day, like dogs, begging for others to teach them some knowledge about shipbuilding.

These you, these me, these them.

What do you want?

They only care about interests, they only care about results, they only care about themselves, they only care about what they say

The future of mankind!

"The darkness has arrived, but the dawn is far from coming. I do not have the ability to help everyone reach the dawn."

"But these greedy and ignorant monsters hide in the darkness"

"None of these vultures who want to wait for me to weaken and tear out my flesh and blood to feed themselves can escape this time!"

Standing on the captain's cabin, it was obvious that the cold wind from the wasteland was blowing, but the blood in Somo's body could not help but stir up.

When a person lives his whole life, he does not seek to be upright or upright, nor does he seek to save all sentient beings, but he seeks to have a clear conscience and clear thoughts.

This wave will kill so many people, don’t kill the aliens that the sea will be stained with blood, and don’t kill these miscellaneous fish under the water to the point of fear.

Sumo is unhappy, Sumo doesn’t want to, Sumo doesn’t want to!

"Dad, Mom, you must be by my side and support my decision!"

Looking at the stars in the sky, I thought of what Su's father would often say after he had a full meal at the dinner table. If there is a war, he will be summoned back.

Thinking about what Su’s mother would laugh at every time and say, old man, you are already over fifty, why are you such a big burden on the battlefield, what Su’s father would say:

I can’t go up, my son can go up, my son can’t go up, but my grandson looks so happy when he can still go up.

Sumo couldn't help but smile.

"People will make countless decisions in this life."

"But I believe that I will not regret this decision even in the future!"

Climbing up the stairs to the main deck, closing all the hatches on the Hope, and when his feet returned to the ground, Somo's mentality had completely calmed down.

No anxiety, no anger, no panic.

On the way back to the underground shelter, a general plan had already emerged in Somo's mind before he even reached it.

Pulling the winch, opening the door, going down to the shelter, and telling the fourth child not to disturb anyone, he felt his brain becoming more and more active.

Sumo sat at the table, turned off the game prompts, took out a pen and paper, and started writing the first title.

The location of 10,000 to 20,000 aliens

It is now eleven o'clock in the evening on February 17th of the last calendar month, and the time when the ocean disaster will arrive is the early morning of February 22nd of the last calendar year.

The remaining time, four days.

The aliens who have now received the task of attacking the depression should still be in the state of a small tribe and have not gathered together. This ensures to the greatest extent that even if there is a traitor, it will not affect the overall situation.

But this cautious approach is not without loopholes.

In order to avoid risks, there is a high probability that the alien races will start a small wave of gatherings in the remaining two days. The dispersed alien races will slowly begin to gather towards the depression, in order to maximize their combat effectiveness and impact in the event of a disaster. .

After the disaster is over, they will slowly disperse and wait for the next order to assemble.

Therefore, the best time to investigate is the period from two days to before the disaster strikes.

As long as you carefully search for aliens in one direction during this period, you can always find some clues!

The method of exploration is not difficult. With only a small means, you can easily obtain the real coordinate information of almost all alien races.

"I need two stable shortwave radio stations that can send and receive signals thousands of kilometers away!"

"I need an upgraded senior machine, one that can detect the location of aliens within at least 300 kilometers!"

"I need a password, a message transmission password that can be unique to me."

Looking at the plans and requirements that were already on the paper, under the light, and after searching for radio stations in stock on the trading market, Sumo stretched and stood up in relief.

No one can deal with a time assassin, and no one can fight against his future self.

In the ever-changing future world, Sumo can get everything he wants.

The sky-stealing machine still has the last bar and a half of energy.

This hour and a half was not enough for Somo to enter the talisman again, survive the disaster, and sail to the Grand Canyon.

But it only takes two minutes to debug the radio and receive a short message.

90 minutes means that Soma can enter more than 30 times, which means that there are alien races in 30 directions centered on the depression.

Bad luck!

The anti-theft seal will be refreshed in half an hour.