I give the world destruction and new life

When the world is in chaos, Mr. Lucky Carl Weller is in Vault 2. He was originally assigned to Vault 0, but Mikkelsen made a sudden 'Peter and Clever' style before the apocalypse. Suddenly, I realized that Mr. Lucky is actually the best weapon against me. If you put him and Dr. Wu Qianying together, the threat will skyrocket.

So he deliberately took the special line and used the ability of the Dimensional Gate to send Carl Weller away. The No. 2 Refuge is located underground in the northwest of DC, and it is full of officials of all levels of the federal government. Strictly speaking, it should be It is the command center of the federal shelters after the apocalypse day.

However, in fact, almost everyone has forgotten it, or no one is willing to listen to any instructions from it, and even Mr. Luthor, the leader of the Federation himself, does not want to stay there to waste actual time.

But for Karl Weller, this place is heaven. Many people here know him, or have heard rumors about him, and these rumors have become more and more exaggerated with time. It is suspected that as long as they get Karl Weller's friendship, they can get a part of each other's luck.

Of course, some people firmly believe that if they drink Mr. Haoyuan's human blood and eat his flesh, it will have the same effect, but so far no one has succeeded in doing what Mikkelsen couldn't do back then. Naturally, these wine bags and rice bags can also do it less than.

However, someone found another way and came up with the idea of ​​Mr. Lucky's other bodily fluids.
"No, Ms. Adele, it's not that you have a problem with your charm, it's that I have a problem." After waking up in the morning, the disheveled Karl Weller refused the warm invitation from his bed partner. He really couldn't do it anymore, he didn't even Remember when was the last time you had a quiet evening by yourself.

For a full ten years, even a man of iron should be ground into a needle, and Karl Willer is tired of playing.

So he got dressed in the bathroom by himself, took his favorite towel after a moment of hesitation, and then swaggered through the bedroom and the living room, whether it was Ms. Adele on the bed, or coffee was being made in the living room None of the other ladies happened to notice Mr. Lucky's presence.

He just left Wenrou Township in such a cool and unrestrained way, and walked on the route where the monitoring showed short-term fluctuations. At this moment, he seemed to have Vicky's ability.

But it was just another normal morning for Carl Weller, who has performed this runaway trick every few months for the past ten years, waiting for himself to recover from mental and physical desensitization. Only when the status is restored will it appear in front of other shelter residents again.

Although Karl Weller does not have the ability to bestow his good luck on others as rumored, there are still probability sciences in the world besides him. Some people got his friendship by chance, or others Something, and then they happen to be lucky, and these people will count this accident on themselves.

This has also caused Karl Ville to be like Tang Monk now. His bath water is the hard currency in the No. He felt the truth of physical discomfort.

Carl Will happily walked in a passage he had never been before. He spent a long time among the women this time, so he planned to take a longer 'refuge time' this time.

Therefore, Karl Weller quickly found a secret storage room left for him by someone in the corner of the passage, and it was still unowned. After all, not everyone who built the shelter was successful. Living in a shelter, even if they got the qualifications, they may not be able to catch up with the time to enter the shelter.

This is already the sixth unowned storage room that Karl Weller has found over the years. The previous ones have been exhausted by him in the past few years, and this one is estimated to be enough for him in terms of reserves. The number of times I faced the wall and thought about it two or three times.

It's a pity that there is no bed here. The person who stored these things back then probably has his own room in the refuge, and this place is only used as a material warehouse.

But it doesn't matter, according to Carl Weller's experience, generally he wants something, he waits for at most a week, and that thing will appear in front of him in a very reasonable way.

For example, three years ago, he suddenly wanted to drink a glass of pure tequila. It happened that a former congressman who had hidden this kind of wine died of a cerebral hemorrhage. His widow warmly entertained him with his hidden wine. Mr. Lucky, and felt that the other party can really bring good luck to others through bodily fluids. She only slept with Mr. Lucky once, and her dream came true
From this point of view, the death of that congressman can indeed be blamed on Carl Weller. After all, cerebral hemorrhage can be regarded as a probabilistic event. Some people will never have an accident in their lifetime, while others are doomed.

Karl Weller prayed piously that he needed a soft mattress, then he yawned, and lay on the ground, curled up in a ball, intending to sleep well, after all, he didn't have much time to sleep last night.
Although he spent the past ten years in the shelter very freely, the matter of Apocalypse Day has always been like a thorn in his heart.

Although those people didn't say it, he could feel that they had been thinking, since they can get what they want, why don't they make a wish to end this doomsday, let everything return to calm, or ask for less, so that the surface It's okay if the wind stops.

Karl Weller really tried to use his abilities to save the world, but nothing happened. With such abilities, even if he tried hard, he couldn't find a way to exert more influence.

He didn't even know whether his ability hadn't taken effect or had already taken effect, but the effect was not obvious. After all, the official statement was that the big storm had already begun to weaken.

If the big storm is caused by supernatural ability, it is reasonable to weaken it because of supernatural ability now, right?

With such thoughts in mind, Karl Weller lay down on the floor with peace of mind, and fell asleep almost immediately
"Karl Weller!" A gentle and soft female voice came from far away, and Mr. Lucky, who was a little sensitive to women, immediately developed PTSD symptoms. A carp was about to jump up from the floor and run away.

It's a pity that the originally strong and powerful waist and abdomen muscles are now in the offseason, and they can't provide enough muscle strength at all. As a result, Karl Ville carp beat halfway, and fell back on the spot, hitting the back of his head heavily on the floor. Got a swollen bag.

"Fuck!" Carl Weller hasn't experienced such pain for many years since he awakened. He usually screams for a while when he has a barb on his finger. He only ate it occasionally during the days when he was hanging out with Tang Ji. Bitter.

"Forget it, eat something to make up for it." Carl Wyler was thinking about Tang Ji's matter, and he was reminiscing about the bitterness, thinking that it would be nice if Tang Ji was still alive, and there must be a decent person to take care of those bad things outside. Take care, otherwise, when the surface returns to normal, nothing may happen.

When Carl Weller was remembering Tang Ji, Annie, who was far away in Vault 0, bit her quilt vigorously. The perfect body of the Seven Deadly Sins level made her bite force almost as strong as that of a crocodile. The insulation was bitten seven or eight gaps.

"Karl Weller! You bastard!" Annie got angry with herself for a long time. Not only did that bastard rarely dream, but it was also difficult for her to notice. This time she was lucky. In the end, the bastard actually heard her voice After that, I suddenly woke up with fright!
She is the lust of the seven deadly sins!She is supposed to be the one everyone loves, her charm doesn't differentiate between men, women and children, she can kill everyone!

What kind of reaction was that just now!
It is true that Annie is looking for Mr. Lucky to discuss something. Although her ability has been restrained to a certain extent in the big storm, the power of dreams is not in the same dimension as the real world after all, and it is not as good as Wang Zhengdao and other space system supernatural powers. Like human beings, they are almost completely suppressed, and they can't even get out of the door.

It's just that it's hard for her to go through one dream and connect to another dream like before, one by one, and go around the whole world in one night.

In the dream world, Annie could see those dense, crowded dream clusters, which were the dreams that were being generated in the shelters, and outside of these dream clusters was the endless void that was the destroyed civilized world.

Once upon a time, dreams were crowded or scattered all over the world, allowing Annie to shuttle back and forth easily.
And now, in order to lower her will to the No. 0 shelter on the other side of the Federation, Anne needs to guide someone in the No. 2 shelter to dream about DC or more accurately, about No. 2 The refuge, or someone who is currently in the No. [-] refuge, can transfer his will there through this dream.

How to manipulate a dream is an art. You can't be too abrupt or too weak. If you are too abrupt, it will cause the dreamer to realize the logic error of this world and wake up in the dream. The influence you exert defaults to some kind of subconscious feeble idea, which is simply ignored.

If she didn't have to guard against that old schemer Mikkelsen, Annie could have just found a target who was in a waking state, had a chat with the target, mixed the memory of Vault 2 with her own charm, and let the target complete the day. The process of thinking and dreaming at night.

But obviously, if Anne took the initiative to mention the sensitive place of Vault 2, Mikkelsen would immediately realize that she was trying to contact Carl Weller, and thus become vigilant.

Annie could only use a much less efficient way, like coaxing a child in the dream, constantly hinting at the other party's No. 2 shelter, but fortunately, she finally did it, but her target was directly awakened by her voice
"I don't believe you don't sleep!" Annie lay back on the bed heavily, and began to repeat the previous process again.

She does need Carl Weller's help with something. During the few days when Wu Qianying was awakened, she once left her with several seemingly unrelated tasks in her dreams. Although Anne was not convinced that the other party refused to tell her the complete plan She felt angry to herself, but in the face of Wu Qianying's mentally handicapped eyes, she could only swallow her anger in the end. Whether she can survive in the future depends entirely on the eyes of the couple.
Contacting Carl Weller was one of Wu Qianying's tasks.

This wait lasted for four hours. Annie waited until Carl Weller had eaten, drank, played and felt sleepy again, and then waited for his dream.
"Karl Ville" Anne cautiously appeared in Mr. Lucky's dream. This time, she did not enter rashly, but observed the surrounding environment first.

The result was beyond her expectations. She originally thought that this place would be a feasting casino, full of women's gold-selling caves, but in fact it was a pure white space, with only a verdant linden tree standing in the middle. There, Karl Ville was wearing a white robe, sitting under the bodhi tree in a vajra posture, and was adjusting his breathing rhythmically.

When Anne approached him, Carl Ville opened his eyes, and the first words were: "Women? No, no women, I need peace. Breathe, breathe, I need to be calm. No women"

Following Carl Weller's words, Anne felt a powerful dream force about to expel herself from this dream, but fortunately this time Karl Weller was sleeping very soundly, and Annie went up against the other party's dream power. There was a big mouth in front of him, which made Carl Weller turn around in a big circle.

"Take a good look at who I am!" Annie stood in front of Karl Weller with her hands pinched on her waist, her tone of resentment from before.

"Who are you?" As an optimist, Carl Weller, ten years of reluctance to think about life, made the gaps in his brain smoother, and the limited memory of Anne has long since turned into protein and shot out.

Don't get angry, don't get angry. Annie suppressed her anger, and said viciously, "I am the Lord of Pleasure Dreams! I am the lust of the seven original sins!"

"Okay, okay, no matter who you are, you won, now take what you want." Karl Ville didn't care what the other party said at all, while he was talking, he took off his clothes, not only in dreams, but all these years , he is also this kind of virtue in the real world.

Annie snapped her fingers, and Carl Weller's tool for committing the crime disappeared in an instant. She had fully grasped it now, and even if he wanted to wake up, she had to agree.

"Give you another chance to organize your words, Carl Weller." Annie snapped her fingers again, and the thing grew directly on Carl Weller's forehead. Whenever he screamed, he had to risk his mouth risk, so Mr. Lucky quickly regained his composure.
"Damn it! Take it away! No, put it back to its original place!" Carl Willer was sober now, and asked in surprise, "Why did you come to me?"

"I seem to have found Tang Ji's dream."

I was so sleepy last night, I couldn't hold on.