The moment the door was kicked open, he saw tobacco leaves casually piled up in the yard, tools in a mess, and dust everywhere. The color of the yellow soil seemed to cover everything.
But he didn't see any enemies.
He only saw a skinny woman trying to hide two girls behind her. Her eyes were wide open as she stared blankly at Huai Shi.
Her eyes were filled with fear.
"I, I'm sorry …" He swallowed. "I'm in the wrong place."
He was about to turn around when he was kicked away by a teammate next to him. Then, he heard the roar of an automatic rifle, a series of loud noises, and a faint scream.
There was also the sound of blood spurting out.
He didn't even have time to turn around.
Someone seemed to be shouting something in the distance. Something flew through the air, followed by another loud noise.
In the end, there was no sound.
There was dead silence.
There was only a sharp buzzing sound in his ears.
An RPG came out of nowhere and blew up everything into ruins.
Huai Shi subconsciously lay on the ground and crawled forward. Someone pulled him up and shouted something into his ear, but he couldn't hear clearly. He just followed the instructions of the captains and randomly pulled the trigger.
He didn't even react when the magazine was empty.
Then, he saw corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses …
Women, children, old people, and children. Some were tall, some were short, some were fat, some were thin … Some were whole, some were broken.
The whole process was so fast that he didn't even react.
He didn't even find where the enemy the instructor was talking about. The battle seemed to be over. Then, he was dragged to the square by angry teammates and punched and kicked.
In the intense dizziness and trance, the instructor came forward. The middle-aged man with a mustache looked down at him for a long time, then waved behind him.
Someone dragged two struggling enemies forward.
Then, the instructor helped Huai Shi up from the ground and gently patted the dust off him. The instructor put his gun in his hand and pointed at the screaming children on the ground and said something.
Huai Shi didn't hear clearly. He looked around blankly and saw the cold faces of his teammates.
They saw a mess of corpses being dragged to the square and piled up into a mountain.
The blood gathered in one place and formed a river.
He still couldn't hear what the instructor said clearly, so his teammates slowly raised their guns and pointed them at him. He was stunned.
The instructor finally spoke to him again.
This time, Huai Shi finally heard him clearly. He said, "Shoot."
Huai Shi subconsciously pulled the trigger at the enemy.
Once, twice, thrice, four times …
Soon, the magazine was empty, and the two enemies on the ground turned into a pile of rotten meat. They no longer moved, and only blood bubbles continued to emerge from the bullet wounds, turning the dim yellow ground into a pitch-black color.
At the very last moment, Huai Shi finally saw her own face on top of the corpse.
From the lifeless eyes of the two little girls.
.
Huai Shi opened his eyes in the room.
Huai Shi began to convulse violently. Huai Shi roared something at the Crow, and then Huai Shi began to vomit.
He bent down, lay on the ground, and vomited until tears were about to flow out.
The first thing he felt was fear, then pain, followed by regret, and in the end, only anger and disgust were left, deep anger and disgust at himself.
He actually shot.
To two little girls who didn't have any ability to resist …
"Damn it …"
He covered his face tiredly and couldn't help but want to cry, "Damn it …"
Even when he burned the Red Gloves to death, he didn't feel the slightest bit of emotion. But in this record of nothingness, he felt such a deep fear of death and an incomparably deep resistance to the act of killing.
There were no enemies at all, only old people who lost their sons in the war, women who lost their husbands, and children who lost their fathers …
It was just a meaningless massacre.
He actually shot.
He clearly knew that it was just a record, and even if he was killed, there wouldn't be any problems, but he actually shot … at two children who couldn't be considered enemies at all.
Because of fear, fear, confusion, or … weakness.
What did the Red Gloves do in the past!
And what did he do?
"It seems that I was too eager for instant success, and the choice of the actual combat course was not appropriate." Crow looked at him pitifully, "This is my fault, not yours. Rest for tonight, I'll adjust it tomorrow …"
"No, just give me a few minutes —"
Huai Shi interrupted her, "A few minutes will be enough."
Silence came.
Soon, he finally calmed down, got up, and went to the bathroom, wiped the snot and saliva off his face, and returned to the hall.
He said calmly, "Again."
"Are you sure?" Crow asked suspiciously.
"Again."
Huai Shi repeated, "Again."
After a long time, Crow seemed to understand something and laughed.
She said, "Okay."
Things seemed to be branching out, and darkness came.
Huai Shi opened her eyes. She could smell the dust in the air, and there was a scorching wind blowing in from the window. The instructor issued an order from the front passenger seat.
"Kill, all of them, don't leave a single one alive."
Huai Shi nodded and said, "Okay."
Then he raised the muzzle, aimed at the driver's seat, and pulled the trigger.
In the roar, the muzzle spewed out sparks.
The driver was dead, and a ball of paste stuck to the broken window. The car suddenly twisted and rolled.
Huai Shi felt the wind blow beside him, and in the violent rolling, it seemed that a group of people had pounced on him. Soon, he was pinned to the ground by his teammates.
The door of the back compartment opened.
The instructor walked in with a blank expression and looked down at him.
"Failed."
He said and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Huai Shi's head exploded.
He opened his eyes, panting violently, and sweating profusely.
Soon, he picked up the warm water on the table and drank it in one gulp, "Again!"
"Okay." Crow nodded, and darkness came again.
"Kill, all of them, don't leave a single one alive."
When he heard the instructor's voice, he suddenly smiled. He pulled out a dagger from his boot and lightly slit the neck of his teammate on the right. Blood spurted out from the broken neck and dyed the dust in the air red.
Time seemed to have frozen.
At that moment, Huai Shi pulled out his gun and fired repeatedly. He aimed at his teammates on the front, back, left, and right, and pulled the trigger again and again. Balls of brain matter exploded one after another.
But soon, he was killed again.
"You need to pay attention to some strategy." Crow said, "In theory, it's possible for you to kill them all without any injuries, but I need to remind you that what you read is the Red Gloves' record. That is to say, what happened and what everyone did was based on his subjective judgment. Do you understand?"
"Not really."
"It's okay, you'll understand soon." Crow retracted his gaze. "Again?"
"Okay!"
Huai Shi opened his eyes again. In the car, under the instructor's order, he twisted his body slightly, slowly moved his neck, and checked the equipment on his body.
A military knife, a pistol, an automatic rifle, a bulletproof vest, a walkie-talkie, and a few magazines inserted into the rapid reaction vest.
And an iron pomegranate.
Weighing the heavy object in his hand, Huai Shi met the eyes of his teammates and smiled. His little finger quietly pulled out the ring.
He softly counted down.
Three, two, one.
At that moment, he flew out and crashed into the door of the rear compartment. He fell out of the speeding car in a sorry state and rolled on the ground. The thorns and shrubs on the side of the road pierced his body, and his hands were in great pain.
But soon, he heard a roar behind him.
The speeding transport car suddenly shook and jumped up a few centimeters from the ground. Then, the iron box expanded as if it was blown up, and blood red fire spewed out from the broken crack.
Soon, it twisted and deformed in the fire and stopped rolling.
Huai Shi got up from the ground and panted violently under the scorching sun. But soon, he saw that the twisted iron door in the burning wreckage suddenly made a sharp sound.
It was kicked open by a foot.
In the passenger seat, the instructor with a cold expression slowly walked out and coldly looked at Huai Shi's stunned expression. He should have looked like an ordinary person, and there were no signs of Source Form or Sacred Mark on his body. But he survived the violent explosion without losing a single hair.
"What happened, what everyone did, is the subjective judgment of the Red Gloves. That's what you mean, right?"
Huai Shi couldn't help but laugh, mocking the Red Gloves guy. "How much trauma do you have against your instructor?"
Otherwise, how could the instructor, who was obviously just an ordinary person, be unharmed in the explosion of the grenade?
Did this guy think that his instructor was some kind of indestructible Iron King Kong?
"I really didn't expect that, 7794."
The instructor looked at him indifferently and slowly twisted his neck. His fingers gently tapped the handle of the whip tied to his waist, making a sound that made Huai Shi's body suddenly tense.
Tap, tap, tap …
The sound of fingers tapping on the whip was a sign of torture and punishment.
Once torture, twice serious injuries, and then there would be no third time.
Huai Shi didn't know how many times he had seen his companions being whipped to death on the field. He actually felt the remaining despair and fear of the Red Gloves, and his will to resist quickly began to collapse.
The instructor walked forward and looked down at his opponent, whose legs were trembling. He reached out and pressed his head.
Twist.
Crack!
Huai Shi's neck was broken.
Bang!
Huai Shi opened his eyes angrily and slammed his fist on the table. "Coward!"
He didn't know if he was scolding the Red Gloves or himself. After all, in the countless memories of training, he had deeply understood the coldness and cruelty of the instructor.
"It seems that you have understood the limitations of being a subjective recorder, right?"
Crow smiled strangely. "Those who can't pull their perspective out of their own fear and confusion can't record everything as an absolute spectator.
But this is the beauty of recording experience, it gives you the possibility to surpass the person being recorded. "
"How do I do it?" Huai Shi asked.
"It's very simple." Crow said, "Just destroy everything. No matter what happens, no matter what is stopping you, you just have to use your own way to get rid of them all.
No matter how difficult the arcade is, there is always the possibility of being destroyed. One coin to clear the game is just the basics of the basics. On the contrary, speed and no injuries are what you should pursue — "
She paused and smiled slyly. "How about it? If you feel that it's difficult, do you want to cheat? As long as it is recorded in the Book of Destiny, even if you want to modify yourself to be as omnipotent as a god, it will be easy. "
"Forget it."
Huai Shi rested for a while and felt that his energy had almost recovered. He rubbed his aching forehead and was ready to start, but Crow handed him a cigarette.
"Since you have such a backbone, I'll give you a free blue bottle."
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