Huai Shi froze for a moment and sniffed the handmade cigarette. It didn't even have a butt, but there seemed to be some kind of spice inside, which made him feel refreshed.
"Metal strengthens the body, incense nourishes the soul." Crow calmly said, "You'll get used to it in the future, but be careful not to use it for no reason. It'll be very troublesome if you get addicted.
Apart from a very small number of Millennium Incense, most incense stimulates the effect of Origin Substances — — just like the upgraded version of Red Bull and cigarettes. If you abuse it, it's easy to become an idiot. "
Huai Shi nodded and didn't say anything else.
After a moment, he looked at the Origin Substance on his fingertips that had dissipated and twisted his neck. "Again."
And so, darkness came.
Soon, he opened his eyes again and sighed. "Continue."
Crow nodded.
The long afternoon passed by in constant repetition. When he opened his eyes for the last time, the sky was already pitch black, and there was not a sound to be heard.
"Do you want to rest for a while?" Crow asked. "After all, you've reached your limit."
"One more."
Huai Shi finally understood the distress of heavy addicts. He rubbed his eyebrows and yawned. "I'm about to get the hang of it."
"Okay. Then, the last one?"
"The last one."
Huai Shi nodded.
And so, after a moment of absent-mindedness, he opened his eyes in the car and quietly listened to the orders from the front without saying a word.
He even seized the last moment and closed his eyes to sleep for a while.
"Call me when we're there."
He patted the shoulder of his teammate next to him affectionately.
Not long after, the car stopped outside the village.
He was rudely kicked awake.
Huai Shi smiled unconcernedly, got up awkwardly, and set off behind his teammate. During the short period of hiding in the grass, he suddenly patted the shoulder of the person in front of him.
His teammate turned around unhappily.
Then, he saw him expressionlessly reach out with a dagger and stab it into his own throat.
"Goodbye."
Huai Shi whispered softly.
The color of blood soaked the dry earth and weeds.
On the barren land, he crawled, groping in the direction of his other teammate. His movements were quick. When he crawled, he used all four of his limbs.
Just like a spider crawling through thorns.
One by one, they enjoyed the thrill of beating up their teammates according to the information reported through the walkie-talkie.
This kind of backstabbing experience was really enjoyable. Huai Shi actually felt that he was starting to get used to it.
This beautiful moment lasted until the gunshots of Team A were heard from the front.
He sighed and heard the alarm from the walkie-talkie. Someone had already noticed that something was wrong. After all, four or five people had not responded for more than five minutes.
It seemed like he couldn't stay here any longer.
He shook his head, sat on the ground, and pulled out a few small pomegranate bolts. After weighing them in his hands, he threw them out with all his might.
The sound of explosions could be heard from afar.
Gunshots rang out, and the bushes beside him were like weeds in a rainstorm, constantly trembling from the bullets.
Huai Shi sighed, lifted his sleeve to wipe the blood off his face, and stood up from the corpses of his teammates. His uniform had been dyed scarlet by the blood of his allies.
There was a big red patch on his butt.
"Why do I look like a monkey with hemorrhoids?"
Huai Shi complained to himself. He picked up his rifle and walked in the direction of the gunshots, shouting loudly, "Don't shoot, we're on the same side!"
Then, he pulled the trigger at those stunned faces.
He emptied one magazine without resistance, then another. He was shot in the shoulder, and it felt like a chisel had opened up a big hole. In the intense pain, he seemed to be unable to feel his left hand.
"That's too much, old man. Why is your hand broken again?"
Huai Shi sighed helplessly. "I haven't learned how to change magazines with one hand."
He threw away the automatic rifle in his hand, pulled out his pistol, and walked toward the village.
“7794！ What are you doing! "An angry roar came from the walkie-talkie.
"Of course I'm beating up my teammates. Friend, don't you know? I choose Black Lily, you choose Demigod. We can rebuild the Empire together. "
But there was no sound from the walkie-talkie. There was only gloomy silence until the instructor's cold voice sounded. "Mission change, clear 7794."
They were focused on.
"Don't make a decision so quickly."
Huai Shi sighed. Before the channel was cut off, he raised the walkie-talkie and said tentatively, "I think I can still be saved."
Bang!
Huai Shi tilted his head subconsciously and saw the walkie-talkie in his hand explode into a pile of trash in the air.
A sniper's bullet.
Under the strong reminder of the premonition of death, he crawled and quickly crawled into the tangled alleys of the village. He heard footsteps coming from all directions.
He counted silently in his heart.
In the original car, seven on the left were Team B, six on the right were Team A, and including himself, there were thirteen people.
And now, under the backstab of the traitor, six of the seven Team B were dead. They were completely wiped out. Logically speaking, after Side B of the tape was played, Side A would be played. But Side A had not been played yet, and Huai Shi felt that he would be played by Side A.
Fortunately, he was not far away.
He gestured in the direction, raised his pistol, and pointed at the daredevil in front of him. After falling to the ground, he casually fired two more shots. He took out the magazine and looked at it. There were six bullets left, one for each person … No way, he was not a sharpshooter. In this kind of chaotic battle, it would be lucky if he could hit one person with six shots.
Maybe he could try shooting randomly with five shots. If these five shots were not enough to kill the six people on the opposite side (one shot was enough to kill two people), then the remaining shot would be enough to give him a quick death.
An unyielding death without suffering any humiliation. That sounded too romantic …
The footsteps in the distance gradually faded. He took two steps and jumped over the wall out of the alleyway. After experiencing so many reincarnations of death, he had grasped some of the rules.
Compared to the malicious level design of today's VR games, this kind of setting that could reduce the difficulty as long as there was a backboard was too benevolent.
Then, in the courtyard behind the wall, he saw the pair of frightened eyes again.
The stooped woman was still looking at the sky.
Her eyes were dull.
She tried in vain to hide the two skinny children behind her.
But they were now dead, lying on the ground with bullet holes and blood on their bodies. Dust fell from the wind and covered the empty eyes.
"Why is it you guys again?"
Huai Shi was stunned for a moment. He scratched his head and wanted to say something, but he did not know what to say. He knew that this was a record and these were all fake NPCs, but he still felt an indescribable sense of shame.
This was not a game.
"I'm sorry."
Huai Shi lowered his head and did not dare to look at the dust-covered eyes.
He said, "I'm going out now."
Huai Shi slammed the door open and rushed into the road. He stabbed the barrel of his gun into the eye of an opponent, "Go to hell —"
Bang!
A ball of blood burst out from the back of the person's head. He did not have time to look around. He ran for his life and staggered as he tried to get as far away from the courtyard as possible.
But he could not forget that pair of eyes.
When he began to treat all of this as a game, the countless deaths in the records woke him up from his dream. This was not a game. This was a record, a history of the past.
History that once happened in a corner of this world.
Insignificant massacres and insignificant deaths.
They were all dead.
Those eyes that had lost their luster were gradually covered by dust, buried, forgotten, and not even qualified to be remembered by people …
Huai Shi staggered and ran, wearily moving forward in the cracks. After kicking open a door, he finally arrived at his destination.
In the room, the old man curled up in the corner seemed to be frightened and subconsciously hugged the thing in his arms tightly.
"Let go."
Huai Shi leaned against the door frame, panting, and raised the pistol. "Give that to me."
That person said something, hesitated for a moment, and then let go of his hand. Huai Shi suppressed him and forced him to the ground.
"Thank you."
Huai Shi panted, picked up the thing, staggered back two steps, and turned to leave. But after taking two steps, he could not help but turn back and shout behind him. "Don't worry, I will save you."
No one responded.
The people in this village were probably already dead.
He could not save a single person.
Damn it …
Huai Shi raised his arm and rubbed the corner of his eyes. He cursed in a low voice. "Damn it …"
Then, he heard the roar of the door in the courtyard breaking. The sound of automatic rifles sounded like a storm, plowing through every inch of space.
Huai Shi curled up behind the stone mill and heard the sound of gravel flying above his head.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down in the smell of smoke. Then, Huai Shi got up, picked up the RPG on his shoulder, and tried to show his teammates his brightest smile.
Hey, how are you guys?
Then, he pulled the trigger.
"— — Justice, rains from above!!!"
Boom!
In the violent shock and impact, fire and smoke rose into the sky. The boiling blood mist filled the air and danced with the dust. Finally, it turned into fine rain and fell on the wall and the ground.
And Huai Shi's body.
Silence reigned.
Huai Shi threw down the launcher in his hand, crossed the messy courtyard and streets, and walked to the center of the village.
He walked to the man waiting there.
The instructor seemed to be surprised by this result. He stood there with his hands behind his back for a moment. Soon, he raised his hand, took off the sunglasses on his face, and threw them on the ground.
"Although they are all semi-finished products, they were all wiped out here … I didn't expect you to have guts, 7794."
The pair of gray eyes stared coldly at Huai Shi's face. Then, he hooked his finger at the teenager. "It seems that I need to teach you another lesson."
"Same to you."
Huai Shi twisted his neck, threw away the holster, and the quick reaction vest that hindered him. He pulled out a military knife with one hand and put on a posture completely different from the opponent.
Unlike the fighting techniques of the Roman military, it was a classic posture from Dongxia. It was the kind of beginner style that even the instructor almost didn't recognize.
"Come."
Huai Shi grinned. "Watch me beat you up with military boxing."
"Very good."
The instructor seemed to understand something. His face gradually turned pale. The joints of his body rubbed together and he said in a low voice, "Very good, 7794.
I promise, before you die, you will experience what hell is! "
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