Save Tomorrow's Ark with Game System

Hiss—Buzz.

It's like a helicopter flying low in a canyon to avoid radar, carrying the electric current with the source stone's unique burnt smell, and rushed towards the electrical appliances waiting for work. But unlike those ordinary electrical appliances, incandescent lamps are these

The fastest elves in the world were a bit overcrowded. The thin and long filament that twisted like a roller coaster greatly slowed down the speed of the current, and it was covered with various obstacles, making these

The silent and violent elves couldn't help but squeeze over, at the cost of releasing some insignificant energy to make the black filament shine and heat.

The light emitted by the current through the tungsten wire is as full of energy as the temperature felt by the bulb's glass shell, which is enough to illuminate the entire room. But the first obstacle of these lights that never look back is rushing out of the dirty glass shell.

At that time, they were no longer as dazzling as they first appeared, and the heavy and twisted air outside once again swept away their brightness.

It seems that the cold winter is coming again, the temperature drops sharply, and the air in the room is solidified, becoming a gel-like existence. The atmosphere as heavy as this dim light brings invisible pressure in this small environment.

Another point is enhanced. Anfia's face is still as beautiful as before, but her eyes are more determined and crazy than usual. The TOZ-36-turn she brought out

The wheel gun was placed on the table in front of her, so close that the former noble lady could pick up Valentine's head and fire it in two seconds - if there were bullets in the nest.

The bullet nest was empty because the bullet had been taken out by Valentine and placed next to the pistol. The unique counterstop bullets made these bullets not look that dangerous, but Valentine and she both understood the details.

How powerful is the long "copper pillar"?

A spider climbed onto the surface of the incandescent lamp, blocking part of the light, casting a twisted shadow on the table. Anfia's eyes were staring at the pistol in front of her, and fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. Valentine

What she just said is still echoing in her mind, and she needs to give her own answer after thinking.

No time limit.

On the other side of the table, Valentine crossed her legs and hummed an unknown little song in her mouth, waiting for Anfia's response very leisurely. His somewhat out-of-tune humming echoed throughout the room, as if it was

The oil in the pot is the same as water, which is completely incompatible with this depressing and solemn atmosphere. If the environment in this room and Ampia are only suitable for the style of painting that makes people see something wrong at a glance, then now

Valentine, who was wandering in the chair, was as amazing as SpongeBob SquarePants, and it was not inconsistent.

Except for the thing he is holding now.

The grip covered with black polymer plastic, the entire silver-white gun body, its surprising size and muzzle, and three groove lines specially opened above the muzzle to balance the recoil...

This is the most popular girl among the widely used revolver pistols on the earth. Her mother's family is the Smith Wesson gun factory of the Yingjiang family, and the wealthy family among revolver pistols. This outstanding pistol also comes with it.

The two .500S&W Magnum pistol bullets are the "toys" that Valentine rented from Jiao Zhengyu.

The game Valentine wants to play is not that interesting, but it is absolutely exciting. Whether this game can continue depends on Anfia's answer.

There was still only silence in the room. This huge pistol did not bring much impact to Anfia. For her, no matter what the pistol looked like, there was only one purpose - killing people. The result was the same.

It doesn't matter what else.

Of course, when the gun first appeared, she took a few glances because of curiosity. After all, she couldn't figure out how Valentine was put on her body and was not discovered and could take it out very smoothly...

…

When she was a nobleman, Anfiya heard some discussions about her children of nobles about their hobbies, but because some of the words were too unpleasant, she just couldn't stand it after listening to it simply, and talked to others about other things.

Topic. But now I think about it, there seems to be a way for a person to hide such a big thing in his body without being discovered...

Valentine didn't know what Anfia was thinking now. He was just bored playing with the M500 wheel in his hand to pass the time. Compared with Anfia's TOZ-36, this hand gun from Earth was the one from the earth.

It's not that luxurious in appearance, but the materials are not bad at all. Valentine's hand brushed across the bolt's nest, and his movements were gentle as if he was touching a girl's face. The regular patterns on his fingertips were twisted and

The fine unevenness of the metal surface on the pistol is lingering with each other, bringing the fineness

The micro friction makes the dopamine secretion in his brain a few more points, which makes him feel satisfied. Just like the heavy weight of this pistol, its material is also very sufficient. Every time the bullet nest pops up and every return is emitted.

The sound was as crisp and pleasant as the nightingale's singing; the friction of metal parts when pressing the hammer and the sound of the rotating wheel turning were as thoughtful as Raphael's words made Valentine imaginary, making him unable to help but imagine the impact of the needle

A wonderful scene when the base fire warhead bursts out with the flames.

Trust me, for every gun lover, pulling the trigger and feeling the powerful recoil. Listening to the sound of the gunshots in your ears and looking at the huge flames at the muzzle is definitely an experience that makes people climax in their skull. First

Excellent experience during shooting.

Moreover, not to mention that this is a revolver. The .500S&W Magnum bomb not only brings a large and round caliber and an explosion-like recoil, but the flame of this pistol is unique - because it is rotating

The unique structure of the volleyball, after firing the bullet, the flame and residual gunpowder will be sprayed out from the gap between the bullet nest and the gun body to both sides of the gun in an instant, and the flame formed is like a pair of burning wings.

In this way, Valentine had the idea of ​​giving this revolver to Raphael as a future birthday gift, but later considering Raphael's working environment and the practicality of the gun, she changed it to a Viper pistol.

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The pistol is the last line of defense for a fully armed soldier. When using the pistol, it means that the danger is approaching. A huge and handsome pistol will not make you look less embarrassed, but will affect you.

Your gun-drawing speed makes you lose the opportunity to escape the Grim Reaper scythe. So, except for appearing on the shooting range and hunting, this M500 is only the weapon collector's display cabinet that is the place where she should show off her beauty.

Silence is the Cambridge tonight, but Anfia didn't want to just walk over like this. It seemed that she had made a great decision. Anfia picked up the pistol in front of her, threw out the bullet nest, and put the bullet next to the pistol

Put it in. There were three bullets in total, which was exactly half of the number of bullet holes. Valentine took his eyes away from the M500 in his hand and stared at the fingers of the noble lady opposite.

While loading the bullet, her fingers were still trembling slightly, but her movements were clean and neat without any drag. This not only affirmed her training on the pistol during this period, but also showed her own determination.

"I'm thinking about it, I'm not in a hurry."

Valentine put down her legs crossed and placed the gun on the table next to the two huge bullets with a caliber. Xing Yihuang and the other two went out early to recycle the members of the integration movement they had just killed along the way, and prepare for

The prisoners gathered in this small stronghold and waited for the Guards to come and receive it. Not long ago, Valentine got news from his headphones that the integration movement failed and was fleeing to the slums. The small stronghold where they were located was just far away from it

The integration movement failed and fled, so Valentine didn't have to worry about other integration movements coming here.

And just three minutes ago, Valentine was still joking with Ampia about how good Rhode Island was. The radio station in this stronghold suddenly heard from the Snow Monster, causing all the integration movements to approach them.

The evacuation of his location was just on the other side of the slum, and Valentine didn't have to worry about meeting these guys, so she had time to scare the little girl.

"While you may be just an ordinary worker in Rhode Island, you can also make money to exchange for ore inhibitors, why not?"

He remembered what the guide said to him when he first entered Rhode Island.

...It seems that it is not much better to be an ordinary worker in Rhode Island.

But at least it is not like now that people are chasing and beating, and their lives are in danger, they can only eat canned food.

When I think of the canned integrated sports chew that I ate after becoming Theresa, I feel a toothache. Fortunately, Theresa has good teeth, otherwise she wouldn't be able to eat it.

Beef can be made into stones, no wonder Ethan rebelled.

"I want to... stay here."

Click.

Anfia pressed her left thumb with a force to return the TOZ-36's nest to its original position. Her voice was not loud, but it was as solid as a rock.

It was only a moment before falling from heaven into the abyss, but Anfia survived and she was always a strong girl. She originally thought that she would live a life worse than death in the integration exercise, but reality made this former noble girl

The concepts of the lower class and infected people have changed.

If Anfiya's home was only solidified by blood and not strong family affection, then the "home" of the integration movement now completes her imagination of this word. Everyone is brother and sister, and the resources are also

Sharing together, there are various people performing programs to liven up the atmosphere in their spare time, allowing her to see the family affection that breaks through blood, feel the sincerity between people, and feel the rare warmth.

Here, everyone is real, not wearing thick masks like the nobles.

...

Yes, Anfiya certainly understood the things that the Integration Movement had done, and also understood the anger of these people towards the nobles and ordinary people. If she had not been infected, she might have ended up much worse than she is now...

But these people are getting better, and so is the organization. The thugs who committed crimes in the war have been punished by the patriots or in the actions of Rhode Island and Dragon Gate, and those who have been impulsive.

The people who joined this team have begun to confess. During the integration movement so many days and nights, Anfeiya clearly noticed the changes in the people around her. From the excitement at the beginning to the silence now, she has seen too many

Human regret.

People are always like this, and regret only happens after impulse, but what's the use of regret now?

No.

But they are still alive and have a chance to correct themselves.

"To be honest, I really admire myself for listening to Rhode Island's orders and not slapping you all out cleanly."

Anfia's silence was her attitude, and Valentine understood that this girl would not change her mind.

"The Checheng incident will always be a hurdle in my heart. Even if your integration movement begins to get better, in my eyes, you are still a group of murderers."

His voice was slow and heavy, so heavy that Anfia thought the handgun was pressing on his forehead.

"Maybe you would say that the people who created that massacre were dead, but whether they died in natural disasters or were executed by patriots, it was still your "integration movement" that caused that tragedy."

Death is over?

Valentine didn't believe what Ampia said. Maybe the Patriots really executed many thugs, but that day, there must be some guys who should have been damned in the integration movement around Mephist.

"We just want to live well."

Ampia raised her head and met Valentine's gaze.

Valentine's smile appeared in her eyes.

"Ha, now we have started to defend the integration movement? If you don't say it, I really wouldn't have thought that you were a nobleman before and were also a member of the oppression of infected people."

Valentine's mouth was sarcastic curves.

"Although you are no longer a noble, you have become a member of the infected."

"I do not deny the crimes of the Integration Movement in Checheng, nor will I ignore Usas' oppression of the infected, nor will I watch the current Integration Movement die on the road to change."

Yes, change...change.

This is the fucking thing in this world. Just as Valentine once thought, the culprit of the Checheng incident was that it was not Talula, but the other person who controlled Talula's body. Talula was actually

She was also a victim after being taken over. Now, Talula has changed back to her original appearance. What would you think of her?

It feels really uncomfortable to watch my enemy standing in front of me but I have no legitimate reason to kill her.

Valentine believes that if one day in the future the integration movement is on the right track and becomes an organization that truly benefits the infected people around the world without anti-socialism, he does not know what attitude he should look at these people.

"I won't say that there are any of these."

Valentine raised her hand, skillfully threw out the M500's bullet nest, and filled the two bullets.

"I'm asking you one last time, are you sure you want to stay here? Stay in the integration movement?"

"right."

Anfia nodded with her eyes firm.

"That's OK."

Valentine picked up the M500 and wiped the bullet nest with her left hand. The bullet nest instantly rotated like a windmill. A few seconds later, his right hand suddenly swung and returned the bullet nest to its original position.

"You are lucky, Ampia."

"Escape safely from the school. I encountered Yu Huan on the road. Although I was infected with ore disease, I did not die. My family was looted but my self-defense pistol was still there. I was discovered by the integration movement but successfully joined them and got along with them.

A bunch of half-siblings…”

"Even just now, Xing Yihuang was lucky to not open your head with one punch."

Anfia did not deny it. It was really time for Valentine to wake up at that time. If she had been one second later, it would have been estimated that Xing Yihuang would have made her head bloom.

"Luck is really amazing. A writer from Yan Kingdom once said: 'In the face of absolute luck, any strength or wisdom is nonsense'."

"I think this is quite right."

Anfiya didn't know a few writers from the Yan Kingdom, but she still agreed with the meaning of the sentence.

"But will the goddess of luck always bear mercy on the same person?"

Valentine's conversation changed.

"How difficult the road to the integration movement in the future will be to go to the wilderness. The leader regards you as a tool and throws it away. Now he doesn't care about your life or death. Only the Snow Monster Team will help you.

.”

"In fact, if it weren't for the patriot you mentioned, Frost Star in the Snow Monster Squad would have long since turned to Kalula."

Valentine remembered the plot of the game.

"If Frost Star went to Talula to fight desperately regardless of the Patriot's obstruction, I would rather give her some medical assistance, the kind that cannot be beaten to death and burned."

Recently, my source stone skills took off directly, and Valentine was a little bit exaggerated.

"It's a pity that this situation can only be thought of in a dream."

He sighed.

"So, even so, you are unwilling to join Rhode Island? I can't guarantee that you will become an operator, but ordinary staff can still do it. Although it's a bit tiring to work, at least you don't have to worry about life, and

There are also ore disease inhibitors.”

"The scenery on the base is pretty good. The greening of the B-level residential area is a little less than that of the A-level ones, and the others are no different. Although ordinary employees live in collective dormitories, so are the operators."

"Why do you have to run around with this group of integrated sports?"

"Because I don't think they should just die."

Anfia remembered her brothers and sisters, the days she spent in the integration movement, and the truth that those people had said.

As mentioned at the beginning, the massacre of Checheng was only caused by part of it, and most members of the integration movement were just ordinary people who wanted to survive. Let an ordinary person take up a knife and kill someone, or even kill a few.

It’s unrealistic for dozens of people.

They are just ordinary people who want to resist fate.

"I will stay here and live with them. Maybe the future integration sports will find the right path, maybe not. But at least, I will save a few people before they fall again. If I do better, maybe

, I can help this organization go on the right path and no longer deviate.”

It was great and ideal, and it reminded Valentine of Trotsky.

"Okay, as I said just now, the goddess of luck won't always give mercy on the same person."

Valentin knew that she could not argue with Anfia, so she gave up on the idea of ​​continuing to persuade.

"The way you are going to take in the future is not lucky. If the goddess of luck is still standing with you, of course I will let you go."

Valentine picked up the M500 revolver and pointed the muzzle at Anfia.

"What if not?"

The incandescent light flashed, and the voltage seemed to be a little unstable. Amid the lights that were flashing, a smile appeared on the corner of Valentine's mouth.

"Pick up the gun in your hand, turn the bullet nest, and throw the bullet nest back to its original position in a few seconds. Then..."

"Pick it up and aim it at my head, just like I did to you now."

Anfia stood there in a daze, looking at Valentine standing on the other end of the table, and the shadow of the huge muzzle of the M500 was reflected in her pupils.

"My bullets are only two rounds in my nest, and three in your nest. We each have a 50% chance of survival."

"If your gunshots, I won't die, but you can't leave here either. If my gunshots, the price is your life."

"If the guns in our hands didn't sound, then I'll let you go and let you realize that great ideal."

"Ask you one more time."

"Joining Rhode Island to become a lower-level staff member. Although he is busy and ordinary, he has no worries about his life. He may become an operator in the future. If you agree, I will terminate this game."

"Or keep going, see if you can survive."

Valentine's voice was like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, with obvious viciousness. Anfia took a few deep breaths, her body trembled slightly, but her right hand suddenly grabbed TOZ-36, turned her left hand to fuse her nest, and then she suddenly became fierce after two seconds.

He swung the bullet nest back to his position with a swing, raised his finger to Valentine's eyebrows.

She proved with her actions that what she said just now was not big talk, but real determination.

"Now, where is the goddess of luck standing?"

Valentine and Anfia looked at each other, sharp as if they were grinding their teeth. Adrenaline began to be secreted, and Valentine's eyes became extremely clear, as if the emotions in the mind of the girl in front of her had already penetrated.

Like his face, he could clearly feel the other person's tension and determination, as if an awl pierced directly into his pupils, making him remember this girl like Trotsky.

They pressed the hammer at the same time.

Bang.