"It's just right. I thought that the third-level alloy gate on the second floor of the Deep-sea Shelter was going to be wasted. Coincidentally, it can now be the main gate for my garage!"
As he was not going too far out, Su Mo only put on the combat uniform that he had not yet had time to wash. He came to the command center and hurriedly looked at the shelter's surroundings to confirm that there were no problems, before walking out toward the passageway.
After he turned the combination lock, he pushed open the thick stone main door.
The noon sun, like an overt thief, was blatantly stealing away the darkness in the passageway of the shelter.
The sky was cloudless and azure blue. If he ignored the fact that this was the wasteland, this place was as pure as the prairies on Earth.
Fresh air, cotton-like snowflakes.
Taking off his mask and breathing in the warm air he had been missing for a long time, Su Mo could not help but sigh.