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"Why...why did you kill us!" A survivor who fell in front of the defense line wailed at the defenders while clutching a bullet hole in his leg. He was young, with a somewhat immature face under short blond hair. He looked so sunny, but the blood stains ruined his handsomeness, making everything twisted and disgusting.

"Reload, reload!"

The soldiers didn't have time to talk to him at all, the muzzles of the guns were constantly overthrowing the approaching people and zombies, and the heavy machine guns on the sentry tower were still breathing. With them, the number of zombies rushing onto the bridge has not yet lost control.

"Hey, look where!"

A group of obese figures appeared at the bridge head. They were under the barrage of heavy machine guns and knocked away the vehicles blocking the bridge head. Although they quickly fell under the heavy machine gun fire, the zombies following them had a strange shape. He ran towards the sentry tower, climbing up quickly with hands and feet.

"We can't let them capture the sentry towers. More than half of the light weapons are turned to the zombies climbing the sentry towers. However, their shooting effect is very poor due to the long distance. The two sentry towers are instantly covered with zombies. The sentry tower on the left Pulled by the zombies, the ground was on the verge of falling, with an unpleasant sound of metal breaking, and fell into the abyss outside the bridge with a clatter. "Boom! "

The sentry tower on the right made a loud noise, and the ammunition exploded following the grenade. The flames and explosive fireworks ignited all the vehicles at the bridgehead. Taking a temporary respite, Zhang Huen looked back at the helicopter that was still dawdling there, the propellers were still turning leisurely there, and asked Denitz:

"Why haven't you taken off yet?"

Denitz looked back and said:
"Maybe it's still too heavy, let that fat man come down."

The helicopter pilot opened the small window and shouted at Dönitz:
"Sir, the power lock is locked! Can't supply oil!"

"What do you mean, speak human language?"

"The altitude lock is faulty, and the helicopter defaults to our altitude of 100 meters. That is to say, if there is no altitude of 100 meters, the speed of the propeller cannot be raised, and there is no way to take off."

"Don't you fucking fix the problem quickly?"

"I have no way to solve this kind of problem. Do you think I can make the helicopter go up 100 meters for no reason?"

"FUCK! They're at it again!"

As the two sentry towers were completely destroyed, the number of zombies rushing from the flames had completely exceeded the defensive power of the defense line. Dönitz emptied the last magazine, pulled out the dagger on his leg, and said to everyone: "Glad to die in the same trenches as you, my friends."

Everyone drew out their melee weapons one after another, and Mingtong rushed out of the line of defense waving his katana at the first, shouting:

"Onboard!"

After cutting down two zombies, he was soon overwhelmed by the sea of ​​zombies that followed.

"For Great America!"

"For France!"

"For Great Britain!"

"For Dominica!"

Zhang Huen watched the crowd rushing into the sea of ​​zombies one after another, and he retreated to the helicopter involuntarily. When Meng Wujian escorted General Tullius and was overwhelmed by the zombies, he looked back at the desperate Abak, Aisha's little head Hid behind Abak and watched him.

Zhang Huen turned his head to look at the zombies in front of him, stretched out his left hand, and a huge wall of thoughts instantly blocked the way of the zombies.

He stretched his right hand towards the bottom of the helicopter, and the helicopter was lifted up by the power of thought, and it slowly rose towards the sky. Abak and the pilot and co-pilot of the helicopter looked at Zhang Huen standing on the ground in shock. Blood began to ooze, more and more zombies kept hitting the wall of thought power, and the helicopter rose higher and higher.

A cold voice came to mind, a white light piercing the darkness flashed on the bridge, an old man in a white robe riding a white horse seemed to appear from a dream, the white staff in his hand was raised towards the sky, a white light flashed instantly The staff in his hand spread in all directions, and the unprecedented force turned all the zombies and corpses into powder, and the helicopter in mid-air was also turned into ashes by this force.

Looking at the disappearing helicopter, Zhang Huen, who was not affected by this force, walked towards the old man in white robes riding on a white horse with red eyes. rushed over.

"Should I say it a second time, you idiot!"

The old man pointed at Zhang Huen with his staff, and Zhang Huen felt an irresistible force pressing him down on the ground. The old man rode a white horse and walked to his side with small steps, got off the horse, and lifted the restraint on him. Zhang Huen Turning over and sitting up, looking at the old man with white hair and white beard drooping on his chest, a sense of mental pressure made him retract the words he was about to curse into his stomach.

"Who are you, Zhang Huen or Steven, Zhang Huen or Yang Chi, Zhang Huen or Jackal, Zhang Huen or Richard, Zhang Huen or Spence, Zhang Huen or Yan Cruz, Zhang Huen or a desperate survivors?"

There was an irreversible aura in the old man's words, and the voice of the devil or monster behind the voice was like a sharp sword piercing Zhang Huen's heart time and time again, and a picture of parting and dying repeatedly flashed back and forth in his mind , the blood in his eyes gradually faded with these pictures, and turned into a face full of doubts.

"You can tell me now, who are you?"

"I... I am Zhang Huen, and I am an actor."

"Very well, you haven't completely fallen into the chaos of reality and movies. Now, you can ask questions, but I don't promise to answer all of them."

Zhang Huen got up from the ground, looked up at the white-haired old man who was a head taller than himself, and asked:

"Who are you? I know you are definitely not Gandalf."

"Yes, I just appear as the most trusted image in your subconscious mind. Don't you understand who I am?"

"I know who you are, but the key is that besides hiding in my soul and fooling around, what is your real identity? Why did you give me this ability? What is your purpose?"

"Gandalf" laughed playfully, and held out a bony forefinger and said:
"Why don't we play a game, you ask me to answer, I ask you to answer, only ask one question at a time, how about?"

"Yes. Who are you?"

"I'm an unfortunate man, a wandering ghost imprisoned in a real movie. Do you love the world?"

"Which world are you referring to?"

"This world, the world you live in?"

Zhang Huen shook his head. For him, real movies are just a tool to make a living. Not to mention all the sadistic and unreasonable and tiring dog-like fucking plots in it, just talk about the subconscious actors in it. True temperament is unbearable.

"Why did you come to me?"

"It's simple, because the people I've approached before have all rejected, or they have accepted, but gave up halfway, and there are many people, like you, who are on the way to the top of their lives because they don't know what to do. Reality and movies are crazy. Do you love the real world?"

"Love!"

"Is it because your relatives are all in that world?"

"You haven't answered my question, how do you deal with people who reject you or go crazy."

"Gandalf" thought about it for three seconds, and said: ...

"They're not as lucky as you. It's crazy to be able to get into a test movie, and I'm not so gentle with them. Most people have their memories wiped and returned to their ordinary lives, and a few unfortunate ones Humans have become completely demented because of the turbulent flow of data.”

"What's the difference between a test movie and a real movie, and why do you treat me so favorably?"

"These are two questions. Tell me first. If one day, I mean, if you find that the real world begins to exclude you, doubt you, frame you, and even destroy your body and imprison your soul, what will you do?" Do?"

Zhang Huen didn't think about this question, seeing "Gandalf" looking serious, he didn't answer, but chose to ask:
"Can I give up my cooperation with you?"

"Okay, do you want to go back to that cowardly, ordinary life where you had to bow to everyone in order to make a living?"

"... If there is such a day, I will resist, I will not stand still."

"Very well, my question is over, and now I can be honest with you."

"Gandalf" raised his staff again, and a burst of white light shrouded the sky of the world again. The scene changed rapidly. The next moment, Zhang Huen found himself standing in a small blank room. white wall, and Gandalf stood beside him, saying:

"My energy is very limited, and only in test movies similar to plug-ins will it not attract the attention of the system. I said that you are lucky, and there is a basis for it. You are the furthest among the collaborators I have found. Those People either think that they have obtained a god-defying artifact and start to act mischievously, or they cringe and think that they have schizophrenia, or they subconsciously deny me. I have a sharp weapon but don’t know how to use it. Every time I make a contract, I will consume it. The energy that has been accumulated with great difficulty, so for you, I will not find another collaborator unless it is absolutely necessary."

"what is your purpose?"

"Find a way to leave this world. I've been trapped for 13 years. Do you know how long 13 years is in real movies? It's very, very long. I've traveled through movies and watched your clumsy performances over and over again. Disgusting me once and for all, can you empathize with me, I can’t even destroy myself, I’ve been living in a ghostly state for thousands of years, despair is a luxury for me.”

"what should I do?"

"Now is not the time, Zhang Hu'en, I have tampered with the ending of no survivors, I have deleted your superpower performance, you don't have to worry about being sliced ​​into pieces for the time being; in addition, in order to ensure that you don't go crazy again, I will The rules of real movies are added to your ability to not suddenly throw a small fireball in a science fiction film, or fly out of the atmosphere in a historical film."

"...You haven't answered the core question yet. What will be my end if I go on like this? I won't be reborn by you, will I?"

"...What are you thinking? I've been out for a long time. I'll explain it to you in detail when you have a self-space that won't be noticed by the system."

"Wait, what is self-space."

The figure of "Gandalf" gradually faded, and two black "THEEND" gradually emerged in the space, and the ethereal voice of "Gandalf" came from the space:

"It won't be long, it won't be long before we meet again, and it's time for you to contribute your strength to justice."

"justice?"

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