Apocalyptic Forecast

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

"Metal reinforced shell, incense and nourish the soul." 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.

Except for a few thousand-year-old incense, most other incenses are stimulated by the source of stimulation-just like the upgraded version of Red Bull and cigarettes, it can easily become an idiot if abused. "

Huai Shi nodded and said nothing more.

After a moment, he looked at the source fire dissipated by his fingertips and twisted his neck: "Come again."

So, darkness struck.

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

The crow nodded.

The long afternoon passed by in constant repetition, until the last time he opened his eyes, it was already dark, and all was still.

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

"One more time."

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, so, 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 order from the front, without saying a word.

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

"Call me when you arrive."

He patted the shoulder of his teammate next to him, his affection was very close.

Soon after, the car stopped outside the village.

He was rudely awakened.

Huai Shi smiled indifferently, got up embarrassedly, and set off behind his teammates. In the brief lurking in the grass, he suddenly patted the shoulder of the man in front.

Teammates turned back unpleasantly.

Then saw him stretch out his hand expressionlessly, holding a dagger, poked it into his throat, and swung it sideways.

"Goodbye."

Huai Shi murmured softly.

Blood soaked the dried earth and wild grass.

Above the barren ground, he crawled and fumbled in the direction of another teammate, moving fast. Use all your limbs when crawling.

Is like a spider crawling through thorns.

One after another, according to the information reported on the intercom, enjoying the thrill of beating teammates.

The experience of the two-five-children who stabbed in the back was really pleasant, and Huai Shi felt that he was becoming more proficient.

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

He sighed and heard the alarm from the intercom. Someone has found it wrong. After all, four or five people have not answered for more than five minutes.

Seems to be no longer mixed.

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

The roar of the explosion kept coming in the distance.

The sound of a gunshot sounded, and the bush beside him was hit by bullets like a wild grass in a torrential rain, trembling constantly.

Huai Shi sighed, raised his sleeves, wiped the blood on 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.

Swept away a magazine without resistance, and then another magazine, a shot in the shoulder, as if a large hole had been opened by a chisel, and in the pain, it seemed that he could no longer feel his left hand.

"Excessive old iron, why did you break your hand again?"

Huai Shi sighed helplessly, "I haven't learned eh yet with one-handed change of clips."

Lost his automatic rifle, 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 half-gazette, we can rebuild the empire together."

But there was no sound in the walkie-talkie, 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."

Snapped!

Huai Shi tilted his head subconsciously, and saw the walkie-talkie thrown in his hand burst into a mass of trash in the air.

Sniper bullets.

Under the strong reminder of death hunch, he crawled and quickly climbed into the intricate alleys of the village, and heard footsteps from all directions.

He counted silently in his heart.

In the original carriage, there are seven teams on the left are Team B and six teams on the right are Team A. Together with themselves, there are 13 people.

Under the backstab of 25th and 5th Aberdeen, Team B is now hanging seven out of six, which has been wiped out by the whole army. As a matter of fact, the side A of the tape will be put on the side A, but now the side A has not been put, Huai Shi feels that he will be put on the side A.

Fortunately, the location is not far away.

He gestured for a direction, raised his pistol to name the daredevil in front of him, and fell to the ground to make up for two shots, pushed out the magazine and looked at it, there were six rounds of bullets, just one shot per person ... It's not a sharpshooter. In this kind of dogfight, it is already a **** to hit one person with six shots.

Maybe he can try to fire with five rounds randomly. If these five rounds can't kill the six people on the opposite side (one shot is exactly one for two), then the remaining one can give himself a happy.

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

The sound of footsteps gradually progressed in the distance, 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.

Tried in vain to hide two thin children behind him.

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

"Why are you guys again?"

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, scratching his hair, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Obviously know that this is a record, these are false NPCs, but it is still an indescribable shame.

This is not a game.

"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, slammed the gun into the face of an opponent's eyes: "Go to die--"

Collapse!

A ball of plasma broke out from the back of the man's back. He had no time to look around. He fled desperately and stumbled away from the courtyard.

But I 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 that happened in a corner of this world.

Trivial slaughter and trivial death.

They are all dead.

Those eyes that have lost their luster are gradually covered with dust, buried, forgotten, and even not qualified to be remembered by people ...

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

In the room, the old man curled up in the corner seemed to be scared and subconsciously clasped his arms.

"let go."

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

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

"Thank you."

Huai Shi gasped, carried the thing, stumbled back two steps, turned to prepare to leave, but took two steps and couldn't help turning back, shouting behind him: "Relax, I will save you."

No one responded.

The people in this village probably died long ago.

No one can save him.

Oh shit……

Huai Shi raised his arm and rubbed the corner of his eyes, scolded in a low voice: "Shit ..."

Next, 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 curled up behind the stone mill, and heard the sound of rubble flying overhead.

Take a deep breath and try to calm down the mood in the smell of smoke. Then, Huaishi got up, carried the RPG on his shoulder, and tried to show his teammates his most brilliant smile:

Hey ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ How are you?

Then he pulled the trigger.

"——Justice, rainsfromabove !!!"

Boom!

During the violent earthquake and the shock, the fire and smoke rose into the sky. 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 is back.

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

Walked to the man waiting there.

Seemed to be stunned by this result. The instructor standing there with his hands behind his head was stunned for a while. Soon, he lifted his hands and took off the sunglasses on his face and dropped them on the ground.

"Although they are all some semi-finished products, but 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."

"One another."

Huai Shi twisted his neck, discarded the holster and the quick-response waistcoat, and pulled out the saber with one hand, posing a completely different posture from the other party.

Unlike the fighting technique of the Roman military, it was a classic posture from Dongxia, and even an introductory model that even the instructor almost didn't recognize.

"Come."

Huai Shi grinned: "Look at me blasting you with military punches."

"Very good."

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

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