Traveler of the Plane World

Only six days left to survive.

The horrific survival mission made Lin He's emotions very violent. He was under bullets and explosions all the time, which normal people couldn't bear.

The shortage of food and severe dehydration began to corrode his body, and his body functions deteriorated. He was no longer as confident as before, and now he was chased away by the enemy like a bereaved dog.

In this vast and sparsely populated land, artillery fire greeted him wherever he hid.

The world seemed to be on the fence with him, constantly creating crises for him.

No moment is safe. Every moment, the nerves are tense to prevent the bullets from nowhere, and the defense energy outside the body is increased to resist the shells falling from the sky.

Run, counterattack, shell.

It became the main theme in his life. He used to think that he was not afraid of death, but now, facing the storm of shells from the outside world, layers of haze shrouded his spirit, making him constantly remind himself that he must work hard to live. go down.

In the center of New York, there are many high-rise buildings in the most prosperous area. In this place where every inch of land is precious, some people get rich overnight, and some people go bankrupt overnight.

A man with a hopeful smile, holding his briefcase tightly in his arms, walked through the dense flow of people in a suit, and rushed towards the door that marked the broadcasting center building.

"Editor-in-Chief, big news, big news." Arriving at the news department on the 23rd floor, Miller ignored the greetings with his colleagues and rushed into the editor-in-chief's office without knocking on the door.

"Asshole, don't you know how to knock on the door?" The fat man who was busy processing the documents poked his head out from behind the computer and yelled at Miller.

"Big news, big news, editor-in-chief." Miller took out a small archiving device from his briefcase and shouted at the big fat editor-in-chief.

The survival rules of the news industry are very strict. If a news corporation with reputation and financial resources does not have some attractive topics, it is very easy to be squeezed out by the competition in the same industry, especially in this era of rapid development of the information age.

"My God, what are you doing, don't be like those monkeys who can't always combine words clearly." The editor-in-chief patted his belly and stood up, glared at Miller, lit the cigarette in his hand and said.

"That devil in Seattle." Miller poured himself a glass of water and said hastily.

"That yellow-skinned man with supernatural abilities in Seattle, I have a video of the battle center here."

"Shit, don't make up lies to deceive me, Miller, this is the tenth time you have exaggerated the information of the news, and I can hardly hold the complaint letters here." The editor-in-chief growled at Miller angrily .

No boss would like this kind of news made up of lies, it is not news, it is a kind of blasphemy.

Deception of users and negligence of work.

If it weren't for Miller's enthusiasm for his work, and in the past, he only published some innocuous and exaggerated news. Although it was welcomed by many users, it was always outside the company's purpose. Their news department did not stand tall in the news circle for exaggeration. So far.

Just like today, the editor-in-chief can kick him out directly.

"Really, really, I have negatives and on-site photography pictures here." Miller hurriedly put the things in his hands on the editor's desk.

"People from several regiments of the entire military gathered there. Armed helicopters and even tanks were directly stationed in the surrounding area for defense. They were directly blocked and no one was allowed to approach. Tell me, who has the ability to go in and shoot, and even send it out. God, are you kidding me?" The editor-in-chief yelled exaggeratedly, without looking at the things in front of the table, pointed at the door and shouted at Miller: "Get out, get out."

There are five regiments of high-tech troops, and more than 1 soldiers are stationed at that place day and night, and the surrounding area of ​​dozens of kilometers is directly blocked and fully armed.

tanks, mortars, radar vehicles
This is not acting, submachine guns are loaded.

The ammunition on the bazooka is full all the time, and no bastard dares to touch the tiger's beard to die.

Tell me, if this is true, does that person turn into a fly and fly out of it? If there is such a possibility, then I will definitely pray every day.

"Trust me, Mr. Maier, you can take a look first." Miller shook his head, although he was disappointed by Editor-in-Chief Meier's scolding, he still pushed things in the direction of Editor-in-Chief Maier.

Editor-in-chief Maier took a deep breath, stopped and stared into Miller's eyes with wide eyes.

"Are you sure, if you cheat me, I will let you know the consequences." Editor-in-Chief Maier pinched the cigarette butt from his hand, picked up the things on the table, and began to check.

"My goodness."

"Is this a demon? I must be dreaming."

"It's horrible, it's horrible."

"I must be dreaming, I must be, this is not real, Miller, you have made a great contribution this time, this is big news, big news." Editor-in-Chief Maier's flesh trembled with excitement, his face paled. Tong Hong grabbed Miller's hand and kept talking.

The news content may not be high-quality, but it must be explosive. Imagining the public waving Franklin and scrambling to grab newspapers, advertising orders, and awards from superiors, editor-in-chief Maier’s face is full of joy.

Deflagration, the news this time will definitely cause a sensation, and even directly get rid of the company's current sluggish performance.

People are afraid and curious about all the mysteries that are beyond the scope of science, but hope that they can participate in it.

"This is not making a movie, but actually showing the terrifying ability in front of people." Editor-in-Chief Maier took a deep breath and said something calmly.

"I'm going to hand it over to the editor-in-chief. We can't spread this news at will." Editor-in-chief Maier nodded to Miller as he passed him, expressing his praise: "Miller, my son, the future needs passion, You did a good job this time."

It was three o'clock in the afternoon that day.

The prime time for major radio and TV programs, all TV programs during this time period are postponed until the end, and reported by news broadcasters.

Audiences of all ages sat in front of the TV, and everyone sat curiously, wondering why their favorite TV programs were replaced.

In the picture, a man in formal clothes is standing on the podium to announce something.

"Dear viewers and ladies and gentlemen here, I'm here to tell you something."

"Wars are fought for peace, and yearning for peace is everyone's wish. The legends of gods and demons have always been outside of science, and the creatures called superpowers have always been a kind of reverie of us."

"But what you see today is that the power that only exists in reverie, the explosion and gunpowder smoke in the center of Seattle, is it really just the activities of a terrorist organization as the government said."

"No, no, no, as citizens entitled to know the truth, we must stand before the unknown world with piety."

"Next, our Miller reporters risked their lives to capture footage from downtown."

The picture was shaking, gunpowder smoke was everywhere, devastated buildings fell to the ground, high-rise buildings broke in the middle, the sky was dark, guns sounded, and helicopters flying in the sky were not stingy with bullets in their clips and kept shooting into the gunpowder smoke.

There were sparks everywhere. The FBI agents in suits, the city police in police uniforms, the soldiers with submachine guns, and the three sharp swords of the violent state agencies all rushed to one place.

At this moment, the whole of New York was shaken, no, even the entire North American region was ignited with fear, like a boulder pressing on their hearts.

God, is this a demon? How can humans have such power.

That criminal has such terrifying power, today is not April Fool's Day!

The charge of thousands of people, hundreds of thousands of bullets, and artillery fire concentrated on one person.

It's not just these things that make people frightened, the broken stones floating in the air, the shards of glass piercing the heart with light, and the bullets are restricted in the air and cannot penetrate an inch.

God, you must be joking.

Superman, where are you, where are you Batman, where are those superheroes.

Don't take vacations, there is a demon on our planet and we need you.

Everyone's faces were full of fear, and no one would believe that it was real. The terrifying ability pressed deeply on their hearts like a nightmare.

My God, what is that.

Half of the building was controlled in the air, sweeping everything around.

God, it's horrible, this must be the end.

very scary!
"I believe everyone has seen it. When I watched it for the first time, I was also deeply frightened. All this was covered up by the government. Do we have to wait for this demon to destroy before we can know all this? We need to understand the truth , because we are also a part of this.”

"Thank you to all the soldiers who are fighting on the front line, resisting the damage from the devil."

The content of the news began to radiate to the whole world. As long as there is a computer, a TV, and a newspaper, the video content will appear in front of their eyes, and it will be fixed on the yellow-skinned young man with his hands raised high.

The world began to shake, everyone's hearts were deeply pulled up, and their minds were shaken. It was difficult to understand the authenticity of all this, but the video was playing on the TV.

News Corp.'s publication caused panic all over the world in just one day. People started screaming for freedom and screaming for the truth. Countless people came out of their houses and gathered together.

"The situation is getting more and more terrible. The vicious incident that has just subsided is now being ignited by the supernatural battle in Seattle. This matter can no longer be concealed. The people need more truth."

A man in the uniform of the Security Bureau pointed at the broadcast news and shouted to the agents below.

Heroes are needed here, heck, why are there such terrible abilities, this is reality, not a movie.

"Sir, according to the diplomacy with the red country in the east, there is no information about this person. Now we only have the name of this person. It seems that he suddenly appeared in Seattle out of nowhere."

"Damn red, do you squander the Franklin provided by the country every year? Mr. President has already lost his temper. Every minute and every second is a hero. We must find out the information of this person." The chief of security The officer gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

"We are not on the front line, what we have to do is to prepare for the worst, even if we bear infamy."

"Mobilize all resources, fully investigate, and start all long-term and short-term operations throughout Asia."

"Yes, sir." Everyone stood up, rushed out the door quickly, and began to contact all the informants projected in the dark places around the world.