Manual of Space-Time Interference
Vol 2 Chapter 138: poor to the sky
Along with the white thread on the horizon, Dawn quietly came to his side.
The artillery fire in the distance is still there, and the sound is getting louder and louder. Dialect is squatting, looking for blind spots in every field of vision, shuttling through this building, his footsteps are very light, he doesn't want to attract anyone's attention, and he doesn't want to be there for no reason. In between, a bullet went into his head.
Not sure, there are snipers hiding in a building not far away...
Dialect thought, looked at a frying pan in the kitchen, and took it in his hand for self-defense when he didn't have a gun, then lowered his body and backed out, gently closing the door.
Not all the doors are open, and facing the closed security door, Dialect has no way to do anything. After unsuccessfully trying to unlock it with a wire, he gave up his struggle.
The whole building was still in an abnormally quiet state. He took a breath and slowly touched the stairwell, but after taking a few steps, he stopped.
A corpse!
Dialect was stunned for a moment, then quickly glanced at the surrounding environment. After confirming that there was no abnormality, he walked up slowly.
A faint stench lingered in the air, Dialect wrinkled his nose slightly, crouched beside the corpse, looked around again, and turned on a lighter he had found earlier.
A faint light lit up in this dark stairwell. Dialect looked at the fairly well-preserved corpse in front of him, and his expression became solemn. He gently squeezed the corpse's face with his hands, and carefully observed the corpse. corpse.
Rigid, but not significantly swollen and decayed, the time of death will not exceed half a month, the fatal injury is multiple bullet marks all over the body, there is no exoskeleton, no power armor, and all the clothes are still there, so the identity should be It is an ordinary soldier of Lao Maozi, and the bullet hole on the top of the head should be the last shot to make sure that he is dead.
So this city should have been attacked half a month ago, and now, the sound of guns and guns is still coming from all around, which means that there are still small units of troops in this city that are still scattered for mobile operations.
The magazines on the corpse were all emptied, the bullets in the bullet bags were all used up, there were no grenades, and the bulletproof vest and helmet were damaged...
Dialect shook his head, his eyes gradually focused on the pistol still in the corpse's hand, and then shook it with a lighter, and sure enough, he saw a rifle on the stairs not far away.
"Crack..."
A slight sound rang out, and Dialect looked at the empty rifle chamber, and reluctantly removed the magazine, then put the rifle on the ground again, turned around and pulled the pistol in the corpse's hand, removed the magazine and took a look. , and then fell directly to the ground.
What about making a fortune by licking the bag? What about the courier?
There were still two bullets in the pistol magazine, one bullet in the chamber, and a saber on the body of the corpse, but other than that, there was nothing, not even rations left.
And that rifle without bullets is just a fire stick, no, it's not even comparable to a fire stick, at least the fire stick is easier to swing...
Dialect looked at it, exhaled inexorably, put the bullet in the magazine again, then picked up the pistol and the saber on the corpse, and continued to touch upstairs.
The bullet hole disappeared after this flight of stairs, and the dialect, in constant search, gradually reached the top of the building. Looking at the white sky outside the roof gate, he silently retreated. go back.
The dialects in the open area are not intended to go, and the rooftop may also be regarded as an open area.
Dialect thought, went back to the 7th floor, walked directly into a room, then gently closed the door, stepped into the bedroom, and unloaded the backpack.
This building is only 8 stories high, and it was on the 4th floor when it arrived, and he didn't plan to search for the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd floors below. First, he might not find anything, and second, it was too dangerous.
A ray of sunlight finally came out from the clouds, Dialect watched, walked over to the window, and gently closed the curtains, leaving only a gap, lightly illuminating the bedroom.
"3 cans, 4 bottles of mineral water, 6 packs of biscuits, 3 packs of chips, a pistol with 3 bullets left, a saber, 3 lighters, a backpack, um, a frying pan..."
Dialect murmured, and took out the same thing from the backpack, and finally looked at the pistol, stunned for a moment, and then began to carefully check the structure of the gun body to make sure there was nothing wrong, and then put it aside.
poverty!
Really poor!
Break through the poverty of the sky!
Dialect shook his head, sat down for a while, then took a thin wire and a few heavy objects, and walked to the door of the room. After making a few simple warning devices, he put the broom in the room next to him. Take it out.
The surrounding area is very quiet, and the place where the gunfire came from is also very far away from him. If there is no accident, his place should be able to maintain a long-term calm.
At least, it's not a big problem to keep calm during the period he crossed over~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dialect thought, and his mood relaxed a little bit. Looking at the much cleaner bedroom, he turned around and took it from the cabinet. A set of quilts was spread on the bed, and then he lay on it, rubbed his temples, and thought about something quietly.
In the remaining ten days, he does not plan to go out, nor does he plan to bring any technological products back. For him now, the battlefield is indeed too dangerous.
The left leg was still unable to perform large-scale activities, and the only pistol with long-range attack power only had 3 bullets. In addition, there was a saber, er, and a frying pan.
There is no communication, no support, no weapons, and no logistics. How can I go out and wander around as an orphan of war?
Once the fight starts, the enemy only needs to take out a big brother, and in less than two minutes, a rocket fighter will come in a row, there is no comparison at all...
In Nanjing, it may be said that his brain rushed forward when he was hot, but now, Dialect feels that his brain can no longer heat up, let alone in such a foreign battlefield.
At the same time, it doesn't matter who Lao Maozi fights with. He doesn't plan to join in anyway, but now he's been beaten into the country, and he also knows that this has happened, and it might be a total war, the third time The rhythm of world wars.
The war in 2043 is only 16 years away from the real world, and the things that I brought back may not be able to be digested within these 16 years. Therefore, compared with the technological products of this era, this Information is what matters!
Dialect thought, nodded, rested his head on the pillow, looked at the gleam of light outside the window, sighed, and slowly closed his eyes...
I can only hope that there are no unscrupulous people trying to harm me...
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