After being unemployed for 23 days, I relied on my grandma's hot charm to activate the doomsday SUV——
The car door was as hard as armor, and the laser cut through the dewclaws, but it couldn't cut through the half bottle of warm water she handed her.
They say the end of the world is "elimination", but I bumped into:
Some people stock up on cans and still starve to death; some people hold on to half a biscuit and dare to give it to stray dogs;
Some people fled in armored vehicles, while others carried medicine boxes and dared to stand in front of the wounded.
I didn't understand until the alien signal popped up in the system:
The so-called "protection" is not how hard the car is, but how dare you give your back to the person who leaves warm water for you.
Where is the judgment at the end of the world? Let you see clearly what the "light" you hold in your hand is.
