Ultra-dimensional Warfare

A wisp of smoke slowly drifted back and forth in mid-air, and at its end, a blaze of light seemed to be bright and dark as if breathing.

"Call..."

Accompanied by a long exhalation, a thicker smoke suddenly rose into the air, hovering in the air, entangled with the light smoke before.

The light flashed, and the igniting light was thrown on the ground with a force, and then stepped on by a seemingly worn leather shoe.

"Oh. Old John. Would you like another one?" After the owner of the shoe stepped on the cigarette butt, he wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Huh? Pete? Why are you so free today? According to the work schedule, you are now on the job." Old John turned his head and found that a colleague who was supposed to be at work was standing in front of him, and he reached out and handed a stick. cigarette. When I saw this cigarette, the addiction that had just calmed down began to haunt him again.

Due to the natural disaster a year ago, the Federation declared afterwards that it had to implement material control due to the large area of ​​the disaster area and the large number of victims. At the beginning, the materials received by each disaster victim were enough to use, but as time went by, the ration share of materials was quietly reduced. When everyone found out, the entire material distribution center was guarded by a group of soldiers with guns and live ammunition.

Whether it is the selection of representatives to negotiate, demonstrations, or even a series of riots, the power held by the material distribution center cannot be shaken. Therefore, the cigarette that Old John smoked just now was the last cigarette he had acquired in exchange for the rations he had accumulated in the past few months.

"Old John, continue with one." Pete seemed to know the details of Old John, and smiled while passing the cigarette.

It seemed that Pete was asking him to please him. Old John was not polite and reached out and took it directly. Even when he was trying to light a cigarette, Pete directly sent the fire to the smoke. As a spicy and pungent smell swept through, the addiction to cigarettes that had just begun to cause trouble was once again suppressed.

"Call..."

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Old John set his gaze on Pete again. The young man in front of him, he knew. Not long ago, it seemed to be due to insufficient distribution of material rations. The just-established post-disaster reconstruction committee gave its ideas to the young people who had nothing to do after the disaster, so it also introduced a measure—compensation by work. Every young person who participates in the recruitment will get one person's materials or rations every time he completes one working hour.

From the moment this measure was announced, countless young men who were tortured by half-full and half-starved madly participated enthusiastically. And Pete in front of him is one of them.

"Old John. I heard Bout say you used to be a pilot?" Seeing the satisfaction on Old John's face, Pete knew that he had completed the first step to impress people. Next, it's Pete's turn time.

"Huh? Bout? Don't listen to them. It's just a driver of construction machinery. It's not the MS pilot you imagined." Old John smiled self-deprecatingly, and unceremoniously denied Pete's guess.

"Really?" Although he didn't get the result he wanted, Pete's eyes rolled around, and he immediately changed the subject and asked: "Even so, old John, you can apply for a job in the factory. Right? I want the construction machinery driver to be crazy over there!"

Old John knew what Peter said, and before that, the head of the factory had come to him and invited him to join the factory. But the old John, who has rich life experience, did not agree to the invitation of the person in charge. Although the person in charge did not say it explicitly, Old John vaguely felt that what was produced in the factory was not as simple as promoting food processing to the outside.

"Don't think too much. Pete. It's time to get off work. You'd better go back! Thank you for your cigarettes!" Old John took a violent cigarette, and after taking it out, he swallowed the cloud. In the fog, waved to Pete, turned and left.

"Hey...hey...Old John." Pete's screams gradually became smaller. Old John didn't look back or stopped waiting for the young man who had just handed him a cigarette to catch up.

After he walked out of the factory, Old John stopped and looked up to the sky. After looking at the setting sun that was gradually sinking, he turned and walked towards the road next to him. A few days ago, he used all his contacts to find out that a batch of special medicines will be shipped to the material distribution center in this area today. Knowing that these special medicines are his son's hope for recovery, Old John will naturally not let go of this opportunity. Therefore, under his unremitting efforts, through some relationships and the only materials in his hand, Old John finally got the promise of a distant relative working in the material distribution center.

As long as Old John gets the special medicine from that relative as quickly as possible, then the son who has been tortured by the epidemic that broke out after the disaster for several months may soon heal under the effect of the special medicine. Thinking of this, Old John's heart became more and more fiery. Under such an earth-shattering natural disaster, nothing is more important than relatives.

Soon, the excited old John unknowingly finished the half-hour journey in the past. The pleased old John took out all the supplies except the rations for several days from the backpack behind him, and after changing the special medicine from the distant relative with a sullen face and the appearance of a lieutenant, he thanked him again and again. Watching the relatives of the "Guardian" walk away.

"You have to go back and let your son take the medicine." Old John looked at the special medicine in his hand and didn't suspect that it was fake. Because he had seen the same medicine from the person in charge of the material distribution center not long ago. Excited, Old John quickly put the special effect medicine into his arms and walked back home quickly.

However, after walking for most of the distance, Old John suddenly saw that his neighbor who he knew better on weekdays was standing not far away and pointing. Old John, who had a bad heart, quickly walked up to ask about the situation.

"Eh? Old John?! Why are you here?" The neighbor was also surprised at the appearance of Old John. "I thought you had already gone back to find your son."

"Why, what's the matter?" Old John asked again and again.

Facing Old John's question, the neighbor looked around mysteriously, and pulled Old John into the small wood next to him.

"Old John, hurry up if you want to go back! Just now we saw the A-LAWS troops passing towards the area where we live."

"What? A-LAWS?!!!" Suddenly, Old John panicked. The panicked old John didn't even thank him, so he left his neighbors and ran towards home quickly.

"Don't worry about it! Don't worry about it! The special medicine is already available! The son will be cured soon! Don't worry about it! Don't worry!!"

The cry in his heart became louder and louder, and the fast-paced old John couldn't help but pray. However, the prayer did not come true.

What greeted him was not the weak smile of his son, nor the dim home in the past, but a sea of ​​fire spreading for several kilometers.

"Eh..." With his eyes wide open, Old John stared at the sea of ​​fire in a daze. In the sway of the fire, he could even see the dilapidated old house. At this time, the old house where John and his son had lived for more than half a year had been swallowed up by the fire. "John...My Little John..."

Unable to believe everything in front of him, the old John dragged his tired body and walked slowly toward the sea of ​​fire. On the way, he still chanted his son's name. Since that natural disaster, little John has been everything to old John. Now, the pillar supporting him was swallowed by the flames at this instant. Since then, the life of Old John has been gloomy.

The fiery waves of the sea of ​​fire did not wake up old John from the state of absent-mindedness, but instead caused old John to have the illusion that little John was recovering health and beckoning to him.

"John...my little John...I am coming...I am coming!!"

"heads up!!"

At the moment when Old John was about to be buried in the flames, a figure suddenly appeared from the side and threw Old John to the ground.

"No! No! My son! My son!!"

At the moment of falling to the ground, the illusion was finally shattered. Old John burst into tears suddenly.

"Sorrow and change! Now we must continue to live, otherwise, we will be ashamed of the love that our relatives have for us." As the gentle voice sounded, a big warm hand also patted Old John's shoulder. However, Old John was still drowning in the sad news of his son being buried in the flames, and he couldn't help himself.

"Hey..." The sigh sounded slowly.

At this time, another strange voice sounded.

"Lyle, what's the situation?"

"Oh. Instant. As you can see. The entire residential area has been burned by A-LAWS. This old man is probably one of the few survivors in this residential area." It turned out that he saved Old John. The person is Lyle, and the person who asked him is Setsuna. Why did they come here?

Setsuna's gaze fell on the old John who was crying, and after looking at it, he looked at Lyle again and said, "Let's go!"

"Yeah." Lyle nodded, before taking a few steps, he turned his head and looked at Old John and said: "Old man, I don't know if you heard it! Live! You must live! Someone will come to take you later. You left. Hold on!!!"

Lyle and Setsuna quickly left here on the sea of ​​fire that was half the sky in red, disappearing into a small wood not far away, leaving only Old John alone to face the sea of ​​fire and crying bitterly.

"Ssuna, we are late! I didn't expect that A-LAWS would be such a cruel hand because of an unconvinced intelligence!!" Although Lyle obeyed the order of Ssuna to retreat, it did not mean that he was ignited by A-LAWS. The residential area that had spent half the sky turned a blind eye.

"Well, we are late. So, it is our responsibility. Next time, we will never allow this to happen again. Let's go!"