Zhou Yan, the boss of the apocalypse, survived the nuclear explosion and woke up as a newcomer in a border base.
Covered with injuries, he was locked in a dark room waiting to die.
The supervisor walked in with an electric baton, and the arc crackled.
Zhou Yan glanced at the blue-white light - don't be picky about food when you're hungry.
He raised his hand, and the electric arc was sucked into his palm.
The supervisor flew out and collapsed on the ground. All the lights for several kilometers went out.
The people in the base knelt on the ground. The powerful enemy came with hundreds of guns to take revenge.
Zhou Yan squatted on the ridge of the field and grabbed a handful of soil. Black and fat.
With such good land, everything can grow.
From then on, he just squatted in the fields. No territory grabbing, no prisoners, no money.
He only wants land. Growing food, living people.
Anyone who tramples his crops will not survive more than three days.
Anything that stops him from farming will be buried in the soil with him.
Later, overseas supernatural organizations were sent to transform people, and living stones could kill the entire land.
Zhou Yan lifted the hoe with the broken handle onto his shoulder.
"You can't touch the things under the ground."
In a sentence: In the last days, the boss is farming on the border, and whoever stops him will do so.
