Manual of Space-Time Interference

A long time ago, after returning from my best first future so far, after my first contact with the country, I pondered a question - why me?

In other words, why did you choose me?

I am not a genius with an IQ of more than 200, nor an elite in the army, nor the kind of person with rich social experience who can get both sides...

Obviously someone will do better than me, obviously someone is better than me, so why would he or it choose me?

Sometimes I will be impulsive, sometimes my brain will short-circuit, sometimes my heart will be big, and I will be careless...

At that time, I really didn't really understand why I was chosen. It wasn't until I walked and watched a lot that I realized that it was useless to tangle with these things.

You may find your own countless shortcomings, and you can also find countless reasons why he did not choose you, but in the end, you have to accept the arrangement of your destiny, then hold your head up, smile, and embrace it all.

Embrace all possible twists and turns, suffering and cruelty, and of course, the most important thing - death...

...

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

When a burning sensation passed from the tip of the nose, when the bullet passed through his arm, when the air wave caused by the bullet appeared clearly in front of his eyes, his eyes seemed to catch the traces of the bullet...

At this moment, the bullet seemed to be only one millimeter away from me, so close...

afraid?

What to be afraid of, those who cannot survive have no right to be afraid!

"puff!"

A strong force came from behind, and the dialect leaned forward and rushed forward, but it happened to dodge the bullet that was shot at the head on the side, and finally, rushed through the 20-meter moat...

Dialect swiftly rolled to the side, and finally hid his body behind the fence, then widened his eyes and opened his mouth.

"Uh……"

With a sigh of relief, he finally caught his breath, and Fang Yan took a deep breath of fresh air. At the same time, he propped himself up with his hands, hunched over, and kept running to the back.

On the battlefield, there is no hesitation, no hesitation, and no peace...

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The fence was directly collapsed into pieces of wood residue. Although there were fewer bullets shot at him from the side, the pursuers behind him also slowly caught up.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dialect shrunk in the corner, leaned out and swept his body slightly behind him, then climbed over the fence and continued to run into the distance, constantly shuttling between the various housing areas, while cautiously avoiding various warring areas, but Involuntarily, he moved towards the other end of the city.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Putting the gun on the window again, Dialect kept shooting at the people behind him, and then looking at the hidden pursuers, he quickly climbed over the wall and ran to the other side of the road.

I don’t know if there will be a hidden sniper in those high-rise buildings on the opposite side, and I don’t know where there will be a team lurking. Anyway, it’s so unclear, but the dialect has no way out .

"Bang! Bang!"

A little spark flashed on the lamppost in front of Dialect, Dialect turned sideways, rolled to the side, and shrank behind the concrete pile next to him.

"Ta! Tat! Tat!"

The bullet kept hitting the concrete pile, and then splashed all kinds of **** on the dialect. He looked at it, shrank again, and quickly looked around, looking at a car that was less than 4 meters away from him. The wreckage, and the endless steel tombs in the distance, kept gasping for breath, and then inhaled deeply into the lungs.

A fight, life or death!

"boom!"

The air wave lifted the hair on the dialect's head, and then kept flying. The firelight reflected on his face, and the wind and sand lost his eyes, making him involuntarily close it, and then slowly open it again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The constant roar sounded, and in the eyes of the dialect, it seemed that only the prosperous fireworks bloomed in front of him. The shining red light seemed to make the whole night sky red.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of a sonic boom sounded in the sky, and the dialect raised his head, but only saw a little bit of fire, and flames that continued to erupt in the distance.

The whole night sky seems to be brighter because of this...

The originally dense gunshots lost their elegance under the constant violent roaring sound. The whole city seemed to have completely fallen into the artillery fire, and then it stopped slowly again. Win back the dominance of the battlefield that belongs to him.

Dialect listened, and quickly got up and ran forward. The wound on his face was still oozing a little blood, and then it was mixed with dust. There were various scratches on the helmet, and the decoration on the body was abnormally broken.

He looked at the building in front of him, rushed in directly, then slowed down a bit, constantly shuttled through the corridors and passages, while holding a gun, carefully listening to any suspicious sounds around him.

Because, there is no safe place in this city, and you don't even know if the next corner you walk over will directly rush out of an enemy with a gun.

Like, right now.

"GO! GO! GO!"

A loud roar came from the corridor in front, and Dialect instantly turned to stick to the wall behind the door next to him. After taking another breath, he immediately held his breath. The index finger of his right hand also tightly pulled the trigger of his rifle.

The sound of footsteps sounded from beside him, and the black shadow kept flashing at the door, and quickly crossed over, the dialect's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and then heard the footsteps getting farther and farther, and finally relaxed. Breathe, and then slowly touch the front...

In fact, if Dialect was given enough space, time, and supplies, he wouldn't care about the 20 people who were chasing him at the beginning, nor would he care about the five-person team that chased him just now.

But this can only be an illusion. The environment has given him the greatest limitation. He has to avoid the fighting areas, and he has to alert those lurkers hidden in the corners of the battlefield, and the injured left leg is especially for him. The heart is shackled...

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The night ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ slowly became deeper and deeper, and then gradually became clear again. The gunfire in the city never stopped, and even the dialect added a bit of noise to it.

Until a white line appeared on the horizon again...

"Crack!"

Dialect took the weapon next to Lao Maozi's body in his hand, and then carefully inspected the structure of the gun. After he found no problems, he got everything from Lao Maozi's body to himself.

"Shira..."

The packaging of the military high-energy compressed biscuits was directly torn open. Dialect picked up a piece and slowly chewed it. At the same time, he took out a pack of water bags, inserted the straw into it, and looked at the sky outside the window.

The whole world became brighter and brighter, and that ray of dawn finally cut through the long-silent darkness and shone on the land...

Its daybreak!