[On the eve of the global freeze, I stocked up on supplies for five hundred years]
For three consecutive days, Lin Mo dreamed of a cold wave of minus 150 degrees engulfing the world.
When the "cooling warning" was still broadcast on the news, he sold the iron to mortgage the property and transformed the single-family villa he inherited into a steel fortress - 100 tons of rice, 500 boxes of cans, and medicines that could last five people for 50 years were piled in the basement; solar panels and diesel generators were set up on the roof, and the refrigerator was filled with ice cream and iced Coke; even toilet paper was stocked to the ceiling according to the "ten rolls per day" standard.
Neighbors called him crazy, and colleagues laughed at his unfounded worries. Until the seventh day, the temperature plummeted to minus 80 degrees, the power was cut off, and the city froze.
Desperate cries and banging on the door came from outside. Lin Mo was wrapped in a down jacket and cooking hot pot in a 26-degree heated room. Looking at his shivering neighbors on the surveillance camera, he calmly opened a bottle of beer.
"I'm sorry," he raised his glass to the surveillance camera, "I seem to have enough supplies to live for five hundred years."
When others were fighting over half a biscuit, he was studying the degree of doneness of the steak; when the survivor team was fighting for a mouthful of clean water, his swimming pool had long been frozen into a natural icehouse; mutant direwolves besieged the city? Don't worry, let the drone throw two boxes of expired cans to lure them away.
But Lin Mo didn't expect that hoarding too many supplies would be troublesome——
"Brother! Please help me! I can warm the bed!"
"Boss! Can I trade a beauty for bread?"
"Lin Mo! The military ordered you to hand over supplies!"
Lin Mo picked up the modified crossbow and sneered: "Want it? Use your ability to grab it."
