Volcano eruption, earthquake, hurricane, hail, tsunami, meteorite fall, violent storm snow, and plummeting temperature.
There were all kinds of bad weather here as you could imagine.
How could a shabby house survive in the apocalypse?
First, there was a generator, then a distiller.
The airplane, armored car, steel armor, I had everything here.
The level of the shelter and the defensive ability was improved level by level.
What? Were you still eating soil? I had already eaten big fish and meat.
Did you still live in a dilapidated house with leaks on all sides? I had already lived in the big villa!
Was it difficult to survive in the apocalypse? Why didn't I feel it?


Doomsday: My Shelter Can Be Upgraded Indefinitely

After a while, Cobo took a deep breath and said, "I'll tell Michael to keep him here!"


"We must let him stay. He can only rest here and can't fly back!" Jedson nodded and patted the back of Cobo.


Cobo suddenly seemed to look like a few years older, and the originally straight back was also hunched down. He opened the door gently, and a strong smell of disinfectant came into his nose, choking him and making him cry.


"Bald man, you are here!" Michael, who was sleepy, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the door opening. He took a look at it and smiled.


"Damn it! The smell of disinfectant in your ward is so strong that it makes my head ache." He raised his hand in front of his nose and wiped the corner of his eyes.


"That's right. Those damn doctors made up stories and said that I couldn't go to the battlefield after my injury."


"Ignore them!" Grabbing a chair and sitting by the window of Michael, Cobo looked at his bloodless face with mixed feelings.


Chapter 215 Mixed Feelings