Jenny Braun walked carefully through the corridor, constantly looking for someone who could help her. In order to improve her success rate, she had to dress herself up.

Jenny's original hair was broken and changed to a shawl. According to a social magazine, this can improve the charm of women, which is a kind of sexual suggestion. She also used the cosmetics she carried with her to dress herself up and tore up all her expensive Chanel fashions.

The original black hip-covered skirt became a super short cheongsam that was pulled apart on both sides. The white suit was unbuttoned and half-opened. The wrapped breast inside was removed, and the flesh-colored half-cup bra held her breasts, revealing a deep gully.

If it were in the past, Jenny would never have dressed up like this. She was a top student at the School of Journalism at New York University and the youngest columnist for the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times. She was born with a good eloquence and dreamed of winning the Pulitzer Prize.

But now everything has passed, I’m afraid there will be no Pulitzer Prize anymore. Media around the world always want to make big news. Now big news is really coming, but the media is over.

When the catastrophe occurred, Jenny kept sending press releases, but soon she found herself in disaster. Without food and water, the Internet became unreliable, and even as time went by, several well-known media stopped reporting.

What does this mean? It means that the disaster is getting worse and pulling everyone in the entire New York City into an unavoidable abyss. Jenny became irresistible and panic. She hoped to get help from others, and the hope of getting help is getting smaller and smaller.

"Sir, can you help me?" Jenny found a strong man. She stroked her hair and even deliberately held her chest to make herself look more attractive.

But the strong man only glanced at Jenny and disappeared. Many people here have lost food and drink all day since the riot broke out last night. They felt good when they were hungry, but the thirst made people lose their thoughts of moving.

The whole building was filled with a feeling of despair and confusion. Apart from the bandits with a large number of people, there were only a few security guards and some food and water. However, there were many people staring at those supplies. A woman successfully obtained some food and water by selling her body, and then women who thought they were pretty began to follow suit.

At the beginning, the security guards only needed a glass of water or a small box of cookies to bring a beautiful woman into a room. This drastic change surprised Jenny Braun, who had always been proud, and she even wrote a press release on the ugliness of human nature with this material.

But the manuscript was useless at all, and Jenny found herself in a dilemma - whether to sell herself for necessary food and drinking water, or protection in a sense. Selling is to give up her dignity, and if she doesn't sell, she will be afraid of giving up her life.

But when Jenny was hesitating, even the security guards no longer gave up the last bit of survival supplies. Everyone realized that the disaster was probably getting worse.

Someone tried to escape, but the success rate was too low. Jenny saw a man running out of the building for dozens of meters and was shot to death. This scene made many people cry, including Jenny herself.

"Who can help me?" Jenny walked from the fifth floor to the ninth floor, and then returned from the ninth floor to the fifth floor. Except for the tenth floor blocked by the bandits, she almost asked everyone in the building.

"I have children at home, and I need to go back and take care of her." Jenny's mood became increasingly depressed. She asked while crying. Tears and begging occasionally could arouse the attention of some people, but without exception, they were cold eyes and shaking their heads and sighs.

"Please, my daughter is only eight years old and she is alone at home. She is not able to take care of herself. The nanny I hired has run away. I am really worried about her." Jenny cried until she was about to cry, but it was still useless. Everyone couldn't protect herself, and no one could care about her.

From one corridor to another, Jenny herself was also tired and thirsty. When she was exhausted, she saw a man walking by the opposite side. She was a man with a proud, proud and big stride.

There are no such people in the building anymore.

"Sir, sir, please wait a moment." Jenny chased after him, her shouting attracted the attention of the other party. But the other party was not friendly, but pointed a gun at her and whispered, "Get back, I won't help anyone. If you want to survive, you can escape Manhattan and New York immediately after dark. As for whether you can succeed, please pray to God!"

The man was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a combat suit similar to a police uniform, covered his body, and even covered his face with a helmet and a mask, which made people feel inexplicably scared when they saw it.

But Jenny didn't give up. As a reporter, she had a smart mind. She followed closely, as if she had grabbed the last straw, "Sir, can you tell me where you came from?"

"I came in outside." The man didn't want to talk much, he was concise and to the point.

"Why did you come in? Maybe I can help you with something?" Jenny was overjoyed when she heard that the other party was willing to talk. She was a reporter, and she knew how to communicate with others. No matter what the other party said, it was good, but she was afraid that the other party would not say a word.

Seeing the man stopping, Jenny stood up again and posed in her most attractive position. She simply took off her bra, even slightly shaking her chest, teasing the other person in the simplest way, "Look at me, maybe you will need me, you can do whatever you want me?"

Jenny was confident that she was still a very beautiful woman, and she was the best in terms of figure and appearance. The man who usually wanted to pursue her was calculated by "beating". But the man in front of her was not as anxious as she imagined, but instead she had a sympathetic look in her eyes.

"Madam, please put on your clothes. I really can't help you. If you want to live, listen to me and escape after dark. Remember not to go to the Brooklyn Bridge, leave New York in another way, and find a small town to live in the south." The man spoke a big call in a low tone.

If someone else is sad, he will retreat. But as a reporter, Jenny Braun grasped the most critical point in the man's words - the way the other party said was actually very specific and purposeful, which shows that the man in front of him knows the situation outside. This is much better than a lot of confused people in the building.

He had to follow him, and no matter what, he had hope! Jenny Braun corrected her attitude again, she put on her underwear, put on her clothes, and even tied her hair up again. She still followed the man in front of her, and never left without death.

"Hey! I said I can't help you. I'm very busy now, do you know?" The man shouted angrily as he looked at Jenny and was still following him.
Chapter completed!