My Super Apocalypse Tank - Chapter 355

c355 great director

The only existing underground base in Korea is in the mountainous area near Hushan City. This base was originally an official base, but due to the unique national conditions of Korea, it was soon controlled by several surviving chaebols in Korea, and the original official managers turned into running dogs of the chaebols. Of course, there is no change from before the doomsday. Korea was originally a country controlled by chaebols. (っ◔◡◔)っ

This base with only 500,000 people left has a two-layer space structure. The first layer is home to 490,000 lower-class people, and the second layer is home to 10,000 chaebols and their cronies.

In order to better rule the base, the 490,000 lower-class people were divided into several levels. The highest level was of course the grassroots administrators of the base rulers. They could enjoy material benefits second only to the upper-class people in the second level. There were 10,000 such people, and 60,000 people in the next level. These people were soldiers. They could have enough food and could bring back some materials to their families every month. The worst treatment was the lowest-class people of about 400,000. They did the most tiring and hardest work every day, and could only get a small amount of food that would not starve them to death. They lived in the worst rooms. It can be said that they were slaves of the upper-class people in the base.

No one is born to be lowly, and it is not that no one has thought about not resisting, but their resistance was suppressed again and again. Originally, there were more than one million people in the base, but in the repeated purges, most of the people with blood and rebellious spirit were killed by the rulers. It can be said that many of the remaining people have completely lost their rebellious spirit. They have accepted their fate and live a life worse than pigs and dogs, muddleheaded and numb every day.

Bong Joon-ho, a famous director in South Korea before the apocalypse, is lucky. It is rare for a man in his fifties to survive in such an apocalyptic era. He is unlucky because he is the only one left in his family. All other relatives have died for various reasons. Even ants are greedy for life. Although he is old and has lost all his relatives, he still wants to continue living in this tragic apocalyptic era.

If there is a movie he made before the apocalypse that he is most proud of, it should be “Arctic Fire”. This movie is a doomsday science fiction movie. It tells the story of the future world. The entire earth has become an extremely cold climate and the entire earth has entered the ice age. Human scientists have invented a train that runs around a special railway like a perpetual motion machine and never stops. The train will also generate energy when it runs on the rails. This energy can be used for various production and life needs of the train.

The whole world is left with only this train running non-stop, but the last remaining humans on the earth in the train are divided into two parts. The front carriages are inhabited by the rich and powerful before the end of the world. They live a luxurious life every day, which is no different from the life before the end of the world. They drink champagne, wear luxurious clothes, listen to the band’s concert, play golf, and swim in the swimming pool in swimsuits.

The carriages at the back are inhabited by the lowest class of untouchables. They wear tattered clothes and live in a small and cramped place. The food they eat every day is a strip of cockroaches and rats mixed with some unknown things. Even such junk food is limited to them by the rulers. In order to achieve the purpose of eliminating the untouchables, the rulers have artificially sterilized the women in the carriages at the back. As time goes by, the number of untouchables will only decrease. In the end, the story of the lower class people in the carriages at the back uniting to resist the rulers and successfully overthrowing the dictatorship.

Of course, this movie can be said to be a bit of dystopian irony. When Bong Joon-ho was filming this movie, he probably couldn’t imagine that there would be a more tragic scene in the future than the scene in the movie.

Every night when he went to bed, Bong Joon-ho would wonder if this was a dream, and then he would be disappointed when he woke up the next day. It turned out that it was not a dream, but reality.

Bong Joon-ho lived in a room with an area of ​​only ten square meters. There were four iron beds on both sides of the room against the wall. Each iron bed had four layers, which means that sixteen people lived in one room. There was no furniture. Everyone’s clothes and other private belongings were placed on the bed. Those with better conditions put a small bedside table at the head of the bed, and those without conditions just piled things at one end of the bed and searched when they needed something.

More than 400,000 people in the first layer of space lived in such a room. Such a room should be more exaggerated than the coffin room that Bong Joon-ho had heard before. Such a room can only be called a birdcage room.

There was no place to take a bath, and there would be no hot water for them to take a bath. Most people hadn’t taken a bath for two years, but this was not surprising. Anyway, the temperature was so low now that it didn’t matter if they didn’t take a bath for their whole life.

They do not have three meals a day, only two meals a day, morning and evening. The food for the two meals is a piece of nutritious cake. This kind of nutritious cake is a bit like the sweet biscuits in Xia Country, and the color is black. I heard that the main ingredient of this thing is made of mutant cockroaches. As for what other things are mixed in it, Bong Joon-ho doesn’t know. Before the doomsday, he was a well-known director, and in the doomsday, he was just an old man who looked like he was in his seventies. If he could not still work, he might have been dragged out of the base by the soldiers to feed the mutant beasts.

Although the nutritious cakes are not delicious, they are their only food. Of course, sometimes when the chaebols have something happy, the slaves can still have an extra piece of mutant beast meat to eat. Thinking of the mutant beast meat he has eaten, Feng Junhao’s saliva is almost flowing. He will never forget the incomparable taste until he dies. Unfortunately, there is too little of it. He has only eaten it three times in two years.

“Ding!”

Bong Junhao, who was thinking about food in bed, heard this familiar sound. He quickly opened the quilt. This was the sound of work. Sure enough, the other people in the room also got up from the bed like robots.

While waiting for Feng Junhao to climb down from the bed carefully, the others were waiting for him outside. He quickly entered the queue and stood at the end. The dormitory head who was at the head did not scold him. Everyone just wanted to have breakfast now. As for scolding people, which requires physical strength and consumes calories, no fool would do this now. It is not worth the loss. Therefore, Feng Junhao was not scolded before the end of the world. It seemed very abnormal, but it was normal in the end of the world.

The whole passage was filled with a densely packed team of people, and only footsteps and panting could be heard. No one spoke, and everyone had the same expression. If a normal person before the apocalypse saw such a scene, they might think they saw a zombie army.

The lights in the passage were very dim, and only a faint light could be seen. Bong Joon-ho was already used to such lights. Although he had not been injected with enhanced gene drugs, he also knew that everyone in the human race was actually evolving, but they did not have enough mutant meat, which caused their evolution speed to become very slow, equivalent to nothing. Of course, this was also done intentionally by the rulers of the base.

If they were really given enough food to feed these slaves, Bong Joon-ho believed that the rulers of the base would soon be overthrown by them. Only by keeping them hungry every day would they not have the energy and physical strength to think about rebellion. They ate two meals a day, worked from morning to night, and went back to the dormitory to sleep after dinner. They even felt that talking was a waste of physical strength. What thoughts did they have to think about rebellion and overthrowing the rulers of the base? This was the ultimate goal of the chaebols in the base.

Half an hour later, the team came to a large square. There were a hundred passages in front of the square. Soldiers holding weapons stood in front of each passage. There were also several dining cars at the entrance of the passage, and their breakfast was placed in the dining cars.

No one cut in line. Everyone lined up in the dormitory to get breakfast. Every day, breakfast and dinner were the same nutrition cakes. This kind of nutrition cake full of sticky smell may feel similar to eating earthworms raw at the beginning, but after eating too much, there is no such nausea. People’s habits are forced out. If they have to choose between starving to death and not eating food, no one will choose to starve to death.

Soon it was Bong Joon-ho’s team’s turn. They picked up a piece of nutrition cake that belonged to them under the gaze of the expressionless staff. Bong Joon-ho smelled a familiar smell. There was no stool for them to sit down and eat breakfast. There has never been a canteen in the base. They all walked to the factory where they worked and ate their food on the way.

As Feng Junhao followed the team, he couldn’t wait to lick the whole nutritious cake with his tongue to prevent small particles from falling. People around him did the same thing. They didn’t want to waste food at all.

After licking it, Feng Junhao began to eat it, taking small bites and swallowing it slowly. It felt good to have food in his stomach. He sighed in his heart. When he finished eating the food on his hand, he cleaned his fingers again. The dirt on his fingers seemed to be non-existent. He had arrived at the factory where he worked. The dark working hours were about to begin again. Every day was repeated like this. Feng Junhao didn’t have the courage to commit suicide. It was better to live than to die. There was always hope for people to live. He could only comfort himself like this every day.

Of course, he knew this was a self-imagination, and he didn’t know if it was because of his age. Bong Joon-ho now often dreams about the life he led as a big director before his death. He was tired of eating delicacies every day, and exercised with different beauties every night. He used to feel used to it. If he could live like this again, Bong Joon-ho felt that it would be worth it even if he died. However, he knew this was impossible. This was just a dream at night.

Under the vigilant gaze of the guards, Bong Joon-ho numbly walked into the factory gate, just like a corpse automatically walking into the crematorium.