Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Susususu..."

The rain curtain once again enveloped the city, casting a gloomy veil on it, along with cleaning the bloodstains left over from the previous three days, and of course the smoke of war that surrounded the air.

Only half of the building next to it is left. If you look down from above, you will see where the remaining half is. The river in the distance flows as always, but the bridge above has collapsed, and the surrounding buildings are experiencing After days of war, it was also covered with a layer of decadent and deadly black.

Among them, there is a person, lying on the 7th floor of a building, covered by gravel and various debris, through the empty floor-to-ceiling window, constantly looking at the surrounding situation with binoculars.

"7 o'clock, 750 meters away, 3rd floor, 3 people, NATO coalition forces, 11 o'clock, 1100 meters away, 3rd floor, 4 people, Lao Maozi..."

The voice kept popping out of his mouth, and then slowly continued to move his sight, observing everything around him...

The time on the watch slowly came to the direction of 12 o'clock, he glanced slightly, then crawled back a little, until he hid behind a desk, and then he straightened himself up. , took out a half-pack of compressed biscuits from his pocket.

This is the dialect, and now it has been two days since he escaped from the residential area, and now he is living the eighth day of coming to this world.

The cordon found from the sniper was placed on a staircase on the 5th floor, because only one safety staircase on the 5th floor could lead to the 6th floor, and the other two had collapsed.

At the same time, there is a 6th-floor building next to this building. As long as you need to jump out of the window in the other direction on the 7th floor, you can jump on the roof and escape through various connected buildings.

For now, the hiding place found last night is exceptionally perfect for the dialect, and it can escape and defend. Perhaps the only shortcoming is that there is no food in it.

However, it is not right to know how to be satisfied...

Dialect shook his head and smiled, stuffed the remaining biscuits into his pocket, and then limped slowly to another observation point on this floor.

I don’t know when my left leg will collapse. Anyway, with this swollen appearance, it can only be said that it can barely be used. scrapped.

How can someone who has only learned a little bit of medicine speak clearly about medical matters?

Dialect thought, looking at the door of this living room, lying directly on the ground, then crawling over to the window, raising the telescope in his hand, and continuing to observe the surroundings...

"5 o'clock, 2nd floor, 7 people, 2000 meters, Lao Maozi, 2 o'clock..."

The rain outside is still falling, but it is not too big, but it has also slightly lowered the fighting passion of Lao Maozi and NATO, bringing a few moments of peace to the city...

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

A sudden vibration came from one of the pockets on his body, and the dialect was stunned for a moment, and then quickly crawled to the back, until he reached the door, before he stooped, came to the side of the stairwell, and leaned his ear against it. on the wall.

The setting of the cordon is very strange. After it is bent to a certain extent, it will send a signal to the receiver, but at the same time, it will quickly break from one end, so that people who cross it can hardly notice the abnormality.

A very delicate little object, but especially useful for those on the battlefield.

Just imagine, when you think you have sneaked up to the side of the lurking enemy army, and you are still secretly happy, but suddenly you find that the other party has pointed the gun at you, at that time, there must be 10,000 horses in your heart. in Pentium.

"Ta! Tat! Tat!"

The footsteps are very light, and there is only one, then, there is no need to run!

Dialect thought, slowly took out his pistol, and after pulling the bolt, he also slowly pulled out the army thorn...

"Bah!"

The blade of the military thorn pierced the barrier of the air, but unexpectedly did not stab any objects. Dialect was stunned for a moment, and then he felt that a person had bumped into himself.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The voice kept ringing as the man rolled, and Dialect quickly pointed the pistol in the direction of the man below, but did not pull the trigger right away.

A boy, perhaps more appropriately, a boy of twelve or thirteen, was rolling down the stairs and hitting the wall.

But he didn't shout or scream, but quickly straightened up to raise the pistol in his hand.

"Do'tmove!"

The dialect shouted, and at the same time, the index finger was slightly tightened, and the guard in his eyes did not disappear because the other party was a child.

If he dares to continue to raise the muzzle, then he will definitely shoot, definitely!

Dialect took a deep breath, looked at the wet boy below, the gun muzzle did not shake at all, the fluctuations in his eyes slowly disappeared, and finally he slowly became firm.

Cherish the opportunity I gave you, otherwise, you can't blame me...

"TKOBbi?"

A question came out of the boy's mouth. He looked at the muzzle pointed at him, finally put down his pistol, and then slowly raised his hands, but his eyes were still full of stubbornness.

"Whoareyou?" Dialect asked, then stared closely at the boy.

"TKOBbi?"

It's still the same question, the same tone, but the dialect doesn't understand the meaning of the sentence at all. Silence and freezing begin to spread in this stairwell. An adult in an old Maozi military uniform is using a pistol, pointing with a boy—a boy with a rifle on his back.

"Fuck!"

The dialect scolded abruptly, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead. He intuitively told him that it would be fine to just shoot, and it was a hundred times, but his index finger could not go on.

At this time, he even had an idea, if he just slowed down by two points and let the boy raise his pistol, wouldn't there be so many things?

"Huaxia people?"

A strange Chinese language came out of the boy's mouth, but the dialect stayed where he was. He looked at the boy below and asked tentatively, "Can you understand what I said?"

"I can understand a little bit!"

Once again, it was a blunt Chinese language, the dialect listened, but he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy below, and said solemnly, "Kick the gun away with your feet, and then unbutton your shirt. !"

The boy was stunned, looking at the dialect above and the dark muzzle, he slowly kicked the pistol away, and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt...

No bombs, that's fine!

Dialect breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the boy ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and shouted again, "Put your hands on top of your head and walk up slowly!"

The boy listened, stood up with his hands up, walked up the stairs slowly, and then stopped on the corridor under the direction of the dialect's eyes.

"Don't move! Otherwise, you will die!" Fang Yan said coldly, looking at the boy who was only two meters away from him, and put away the pistol and the army thorn.

But the boy in front of him, his eyes lit up when Fang Yan put away the gun, he rushed up in an instant, and then kicked directly to the position three inches below Dialect's navel.

Instantly shrank his own legs, then tightly clamped the boy's legs, and at the same time tightly clamped the two restless hands with both hands, the dialect looked at the still struggling, a stubborn boy for one year, a The group fire came right up.

Then he directly pulled the boy's body over, pressed it to the ground, and slapped it down with a few slaps.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"You're such an incredible fighting nation, right? It's going to turn the sky upside down, right? You can learn from the black tiger, you can also learn from the monkey, and you can also steal the peaches from the sea. Are you still fishing for the moon from the bottom of the sea and smashing the Huanglong..."