Apocalyptic Forecast

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Huai Shi froze for a moment, sniffing that hand-made cigarette, even without a cigarette butt, as if there was some spice in it, it smelled refreshed.

"Metal strengthens the body, incense and nourish the soul." The crow said calmly, "You will get used to it in the future, but be careful not to take HIGH, and addiction will be very troublesome.

With the exception of a few Millennium Fragrances, most other incenses are stimulated by Elementium-just like the upgraded version of Red Bull and cigarettes, which can easily become an idiot if abused. "

Huai Shi nodded, said nothing more.

After a moment, he watched the fire of Elementium disappear with his fingertips and twisted his neck: "Come again."

So, darkness struck.

Soon, he opened his eyes again and sighed, "Continue."

The crow is nodded.

The long afternoon passed by in a continuously repetitive manner, until the last time his eyes opened, it was already dark, and 10000 people were still silent.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" the crow asked. "After all, it's at its limit."

"One more."

Huai Shi finally realized the distress of the heavy game addicted people, rubbed his eyebrows, and yawned: "I'm about to get the trick."

"Okay, then, the last one?"

"The last one."

Huai Shi nodded.

So, following a trance, he opened his eyes from the car and listened quietly to the command from the front, without saying a word.

Even hurrying up the last time, closed his eyes and slept for a while.

"Call me when you arrive."

He pats the shoulders of his teammates and is very affectionate.

Soon after, the car stopped outside the village.

He was rudely awakened.

Huai Shi laughed unconsciously, got up embarrassedly, and set off behind his teammates. In the brief lurking in the grass, he suddenly pats the man's shoulder in front.

Teammates turned back unpleasantly.

Then he saw him extend the hand expressionlessly, held the dagger, poked it into his throat, and swung it sideways.

"Goodbye."

Huai Shi murmured softly.

The blood color infiltrated the dried earth and weeds.

On the barren ground, he crawled and groped in the direction of the other teammate, moving fast. Use four limbs when crawling.

Like a spider crawling through thorns.

One by one, according to the information reported in the intercom, enjoying the thrill of beating teammates.

The experience of the Whistle Blower stabbed in the back is really pleasant, and Huai Shi feels that he is starting to become more proficient.

Such a good time continued until the gunshots of team A starting to fight were heard ahead.

He was sighed and heard the alarm from the intercom. Someone had found it wrong. After all, 4 5 people had not answered for more than 5 minutes.

It seems that it can't be mixed anymore.

He took the head, sat on the ground, pulled out a few small pomegranate bolts, and weighed it a few times before throwing it hard.

The roar of explosion exploded continuously in the distance.

A gunshot sounded, and the side shrubs were hit by bullets like wild grass in a rainstorm, trembling continuously.

Huai Shi sighed, raised his sleeves and wiped the blood from his face, and stood up from the corpses of his teammates. His uniform has been stained scarlet by the blood of his friendly forces.

A big piece of red on the buttocks.

"How come he got hemorrhoids like a monkey?"

Huai Shi vomited himself, picked up the rifle, walked in the direction of the gunshot, and shouted loudly: "Don't shoot, yourself!"

Then pulled the trigger against those stunned faces.

I swept away a magazine without resistance, and then another magazine. A shot was shot in the shoulder, as if a large hole had been cut by a chisel. I felt the left hand in the pain.

"It's too much, old iron, why did your hand break again?"

Huai Shi sighed helplessly, "I haven't learned how to change the magazine with one hand."

Losing his automatic rifle, he pulled out his pistol and walked towards the village.

"7794! What are you doing!" An angry roar came from the intercom.

"Naturally it is my teammate who beat me, don't you know my friend? I choose Black Lily, you choose Hanzō, we can rebuild the empire together."

But there was no voice in the intercom, only a dull silence, until the indifferent voice of the instructor sounded: "Task change, clear 7794."

Was set on fire.

"Don't make a decision so quickly."

Huai Shi sighed. Before the channel was cut off, he lifted the intercom and said tentatively: "I think I can be rescued."

Pa!

Huai Shi subconsciously tilted his head and saw the intercom thrown in his hand burst into a ball of trash in the air.

Bullets for snipers.

Under the strong reminder of Premonition Of Death, he crawled and quickly climbed into the intricate alleys of the village, and heard the footsteps of all directions.

He counted silently in his heart.

In the original carriage, there are 7 teams on the left are Team B, and 6 teams on the right are Team A. They have their own, and there are 3 people.

And under the backstab of Whistle Blower, now the B team has 7 out of 6 and it has been wiped out by the whole army. Logically, side A of the tape will be placed on side A, but side A has not yet been placed, and Huai Shi feels that he will be put on side A.

Fortunately, the location is not far away.

He gestured his direction, lifted his pistol to name the daredevil in front of him, and after falling to the ground, he made up 2 shots and took a look at the magazine. There were 6 rounds of bullets. It's not a divine spear hand. In this kind of dogfight, it is already dogshit luck to hit a person with 6 shots.

He may be able to try 5 random shots. If these 5 shots can not kill 6 people on the opposite side (one shot is exactly 2), then the remaining shot can give him a happy.

A violent death, free from humiliation, sounds too romantic...

The sound of footsteps in the distance gradually progressed, he stepped over the wall and jumped out of the alley. After so many death cycles, he has mastered some laws.

Compared with the malicious level design of today's VR games, this kind of setting that can reduce the difficulty as long as the backplane is kindly not too much.

Then, in the yard behind the wall, he saw those terrified eyes again.

The rickety woman is still looking at the sky.

His eyes were dull.

Trying in vain to hide 2 thin children behind him.

But they are all dead now, falling to the ground, with bullet holes and blood on their bodies. The dust fell from the wind and covered those hollow pupils.

"Why are you again?"

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, scratching his hair, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Clearly knowing that this is a record, these all are false NPCs, but still a kind of ashamed of hard to describe.

This is not a game.

"I am sorry."

Huai Shi lowered his head and dared not look at the eyes covered in dust again.

He said, "I will go out here."

Struggling to open the door, Huai Shi rushed into the road and thrust the gun into the face of an opponent's eyes: "Go to die--"

collapse!

A mass of plasma broke out from the back of the man's back. He had no time to look at all around again, running desperately, staggering away from the courtyard.

But they never forget those eyes.

When he started to use all this as a game, the countless deaths in those records awakened him from the dream. This is not a game, this is a record, a history.

History has happened in a corner of this world.

Insignificant massacre and insignificant death.

They are all dead.

Those glorious pupils are gradually covered with dust, buried, forgotten, and even ineligible for people to remember...

Huai Shi staggered and ran forward tiredly in the cracks. After kicking a door head-on, he finally reached his destination.

In the room, the old man curled up in the corner seemed to be frightened, subconsciously holding something in his arms.

"let go."

Huai Shi leaned against the door frame, panting, and raised his pistol: "Give me that."

The man said something, hesitated, released his hand, suppressed by Huai Shi, and crawled to the ground.

"Thank you."

Huai Shi gasped, carried the thing, stumbled back 2 steps, turned to prepare to leave, but took 2 steps and was unable to bear back, shouted behind him: "Relax, I will save you."

No one responded.

The people in this village probably died long ago.

He couldn't save him alone.

Oh shit……

Huai Shi raised his arm and rubbed his eyes, cursed in a low voice: "Shit..."

Immediately thereafter, he heard the roar of the broken gate in the courtyard, the sound of the automatic rifle sounded like a rainstorm, and plowed every inch of space.

Huai Shi huddled behind the stone mill and heard the sound of rubble flying overhead.

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm down the mood in the smell of smoke, then Huai Shi got up, carried the RPG on his shoulder, and tried to show his teammates his most brilliant smile:

Hey, how are you guys?

Then he pulled the trigger.

"——Justice, rainsfromabove!!!"

Bang!

Amid the violent earthquakes and shocks, fire and smoke rose up. The boiling blood mist permeated, dancing with the dust, and finally turned into a fine rain, which fell on the wall and the ground.

And Huai Shi's body.

Silence comes again.

Huai Shi dropped the launcher in his hand and crossed a messy courtyard and street to the center of the village.

To the man waiting there.

Seemingly stunned by this result, the instructor standing there with his hands behind his head froze for a moment, and soon raised his hand to take off the sunglasses on his face and dropped it on the ground.

"Although they are all semifinished products, they are all destroyed here... I really didn't expect you to bring such a seed, 7794."

Those gray eyes stared coldly at Huai Shi's face, and then ticked his finger at the teenager, "It seems that I need to give you another lesson."

"To each other."

Huai Shi twisted his neck, discarded the holster and the quick-response vest that was obstructing him, pulled out the saber with one hand, and set up a posture that was very different from the opponent's.

Unlike the fighting technique of the Roman military, it was a classic gesture from Eastern Xia, and even an entry-level model that even the instructor almost didn't recognize.

"Come."

Huai Shi grinned: "Look at me using Military Boxing to blow you up."

"well."

The instructor seemed to understand something, and his face was gradually green, and his bones were rubbing together, making a deep voice: "Very good, 7794.

I promise, before you die, you will realize-what is hell! "