He had abandoned the idea of assisting survivors.
He also abandoned impractical help.
One must rely on oneself.
Without strength or backers, starting out was often hellishly difficult, but he wanted to gamble, gambling on the chance of living vitality.
...
Morning.
Lin Fan's life was very regular, always consistent. Although each night, he had to soothe a crying Mengmeng, his physical condition was strong and sleep deprivation didn't affect him.
Dada dada!
Suddenly.
A noise came from outside.
He walked puzzled toward the balcony, looked up into the sky, and saw a helicopter. It was the only time he had seen a helicopter since the apocalypse began.
Now that the apocalypse had arrived, it was rare to see any vehicle in motion, let alone one flying in the sky.
The survivors in Huang City might renew their hope upon seeing the helicopter, but with such altitude… it clearly wasn't for rescue.
