The jeep roared, rushed out of the tunnel, and entered Fortune Shelter No. 001.

General Mike looked out the window with a cigarette in his mouth.

People are checking into their rooms through the information on their bracelets.

Most of them had bad expressions, and shouts came from the window.

"What kind of broken room is this? Twenty people live in 15 square meters, and there is only one toilet in the whole building!"

"I can tolerate bunk beds, but this is the first time in my life that I have seen a five-decker bed!"

"I live on the sixteenth floor and there is no elevator? Do you want me to climb the sixteenth floor every day?"

"Is the sewage digestion tank and sewage treatment plant right outside our window? Is this the sea view room you are promoting?"

"There is a mouse on my bed!"

A soldier responsible for maintaining order said coldly: "What are you thinking about? Bunk beds, an elevator, and a sea view room... That's the treatment for ten thousand dollars! Just such a bed!"

“If you want to change to a better one, you can pay for an upgrade at any time!”

"No shouting or disrupting order! Think on the bright side, the gods are invading outside and the tide is raging, but you can still have an absolutely safe bed in such a shelter!"

"This is the care of the higher-ups for you, otherwise you would spend 10,000 US dollars to dig such a huge and absolutely safe shelter?"

"Letting you live here is a gift from the higher-ups! You should be grateful!"

"You live here because you have no money, because you don't work hard enough and can't create value! You have to find the reason from yourself. If you work hard here, you will naturally live in a better house! Why blame the higher-ups!

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"Besides, if you live here, there are factories and nuclear power plants right outside your door. Isn't it convenient for you to go to work!"

"Keep calm and don't make meaningless protests, otherwise I will..."

"Hang!"

"Hang!"

The noise continued, but with a few gunshots, the noisy low-end residential area suddenly became quiet.

In the low-end residential buildings outside the car window, several families were crowded together in a small house. The children were happily playing with their new friends because of the excitement, while the adults were dejected, standing confused in the crowded room, or chatting with other people.

There was a quarrel over bed allocation.

No one sat down, after all, there was no place to sit in the room, which was filled with densely packed beds.

There are also arguments about the order of going to the toilet, after all, there is only one toilet in the whole building.

Many people left their luggage and chatted on the street.

It's actually because the house is too crowded, but the street is more comfortable.

From now on, in this low-end residential area, the warm concept of "home" will gradually disappear. The so-called "home" is just a bed in a crowded room.

In this shelter with a high center and low surroundings, the people at the bottom and the most marginalized do not deserve the concept of "home".

Gunshots were also heard from other directions to maintain order.

As the jeep drove towards the tallest building in the center.

The crowded buildings on both sides of the street are no longer so dense, and the terrain is gradually getting higher. Sewage flows through it and no longer gathers here. Although there is still a faint smell of sewage flowing through it, the air is no longer there anyway.

No longer so turbid.

There are small single rooms in the surrounding buildings, and there are people watching TV in them.

This is a mid-level residential area.

Going further up, there are regular residential areas, just like communities on the surface. Each room should be about a hundred square meters, with bright and clean windows, and an air conditioner outside the window.

There are hundreds of meters between buildings, and there is even a community garden between the buildings, which is planted with green plants that are rare in this underground shelter. The couples who have already moved in there play and chat with their children.

For a moment, General Mike even thought he had returned to the community on the surface.

This is a high-end shelter.

The top shelters are small villa buildings with private gardens in front of the door and independent parking spaces. The new neighbors talk to each other and smoke expensive cigarettes. A young woman brings out pots of delicious and expensive food.

All are smiling.

It seems that everything is wonderful, no different from before the end of the world, and even happier.

Someone recognized General Mike in the car and immediately greeted him warmly: "General Mike!"

"Haha, General Mike, thank you!"

"We are really grateful to you! Thanks to you, not only do we survive, but we can also live well here!"

"General Mike, are you free tonight? I'll invite you to the racing track. I just ordered a limited edition sports car!"

Mike nodded and then said to Paul: "How many people can live in a place like this?"

"Three percent," Paul smiled: "In a shelter with 100,000 people, only 3,000 people can live here. They are basically the middle-level people of the consortium and the presidents of subordinate groups."

"Do you live here?" Mike asked curiously.

"I don't have that blessing. I'm just a private security captain." Paul said with a smile: "But you don't have to worry. Thanks to you, I am taken care of by your family and live in a high-end residential area. There is even air conditioning there.

and computer, I took my parents over too."

"Yeah." Mike nodded, "That's okay."

Finally, the jeep drove into a bustling commercial district with neon lights at the top and brilliant singing and dancing, passing through tall buildings.

The decoration here is very gorgeous.

Because this is where the elites of the consortium work, and it is also the residence of the consortium!

In some high-rise buildings, rows of purple lights illuminate the green plants, growing vegetables and fruits in the dark underground!

In some high-rise buildings, there is a whole floor of grass growing slowly under the illumination of purple lights, and cattle are strolling among them.

Some high-rise buildings have swimming pools, and the sound of racing cars can be heard from the roofs of some high-rise buildings!

The air is also very fresh, and you don't feel like you are underground at all, and the sewage flows down the pipes and does not stay on this bright street.

The people coming and going all wore suits and leather shoes, and looked a little arrogant.

Before the arrival of the gods, even if the rich and ordinary people were very different, no matter what, everyone lived on the same land, walked on the same road, and breathed the same air.

But now, this shelter, which is high in the middle and low on the four sides, has completely torn apart the classes that are usually invisible and spread them before people's eyes. People live at different heights and breathe completely different air.

Rich people live on high ground in the center, overlooking ordinary people, breathing fresh air and enjoying great material conditions.

People without money live at the bottom of the fringe, stepped on by the rich, breathing the filthy and smelly air left by the rich. Surrounding their houses are the factories and factories where they create value for the people living above.

The sewage flowing down from above.

"Squeak!"

The jeep parked at a tall building in the center. The tall building was brightly lit and ornately decorated. There was a string of English letters at the top announcing the owner of this place.

"Rockefeller"!

The surname of the top person in Jishihui, a family that controls the energy industry, is also the helmsman of this wealth refuge No. 001!

"arrive."

Paul helped General Mike open the car door, and then said: "This building will be the headquarters of the Jishi Association in the future, and it is also where your father lives."

"A cocktail party is being held inside, please hurry up."

General Mike nodded, and several servants waiting at the door came forward to take off the coat he was wearing, but General Mike shook his head to stop him.

He looked up at the tall building.

This is the centermost and tallest building in the entire shelter!

The height is hundreds of meters, and the top almost reaches the dome of the shelter!

The lights are dazzling!

On the roof of the building, searchlights swept across, scanning the entire shelter, as if the owner was inspecting his territory!

"What a great place." General Mike smiled, walked into the spacious door, and immediately got on the elevator.

"General Mike," a servant hesitated: "The celebration reception is on the top floor. They have been waiting for you for a long time... It's just this reception, no outsiders are allowed to enter..."

The servant looked at Paul.

General Mike put his hands in his pockets and said helplessly: "He is my assistant. My hands were injured and I can't hold things."

"That's it." The servant nodded and pressed the elevator button.

The sightseeing elevator rose quickly, passing through the floors and ascending towards the top floor.

suddenly.

General Mike was suddenly stunned and looked in front of him in disbelief!

On the floor outside the sightseeing elevator, there is actually endless ice and snow, and there is even a miniature snow mountain 100 meters high standing in this empty floor!

"This..." Mike looked stunned, and Paul beside him was even more shocked.
To be continued...