Manual of Space-Time Interference

the next morning,

When Dialect woke up again, he only felt a sticky feeling on his body, a faint stench lingered in the room, and his face seemed to be stuck by something.

Touching his cheek with his hand, Dialect broke off a black and red solidified lump, and a trace of black and red solidified in the sallow yellow, which looked extremely terrifying. He looked at him and quickly opened his quilt. It was the wet marks of sweat that appeared in his eyes.

What happened last night?

Thinking about it, Fang Yan quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. Looking at the solidified objects on his face, he put his head directly under the faucet and rubbed it fiercely.

As if stimulated by this icy cold water, a vitality spread along the limbs and bones, which is different from the depression and faint feeling of powerlessness after contracting the virus yesterday. of hunger.

After taking a quick shower, he rushed into the kitchen wearing a single shirt and simply got some food. After doing everything, Dialect sat on the sofa again, staring at himself in the mirror in a daze.

There are some differences. My appearance seems to have changed a little bit, and there is no point. The chin that was originally worn out seems to have risen a little bit...

Did my body automatically detoxify last night? Did you help me look better? Just like the Resident Evil crisis?

Dialect nodded secretly after thinking about it. He didn't choose to think about it again, but quickly packed up his things, put on a coat and opened the door directly. Involuntarily shivered.

The clouds in the sky looked unusually gloomy, and the people on the street seemed sparser than yesterday. Even the patrolling soldiers wearing power armor on the street seemed to be showing a downward trend at this time.

Looking at it, Fang Yan tightened his clothes, and then quickly walked towards the material distribution point he visited yesterday.

Although there is no way to decipher the mysteries of his own body in his own time and space, but now, Dialect feels that it is possible to try it. If he guesses correctly, at this time, it is estimated that he is the only one who has the ability to be immune to viruses.

And perhaps himself is the key to cracking the alien offensive.

There were more and more black pockets. It seemed that the disinfectants sprayed yesterday had no effect at all, and there were also fewer soldiers on the street, making the spring breeze in the air even more bleak.

It was just the beginning of spring, and it was in March, but unexpectedly, there was a feeling of lonely autumn wind and fallen branches and leaves.

"Hello, I'm the man from yesterday. Excuse me, is the Master Chief still there?" Dialect asked quickly, looking at the soldier wearing the power armor in front of him.

"What's the matter?" A hoarse reply came into Dialect's ears.

"I wasn't infected, or I was immune to it last night."

A sentence was like thunder, and the soldier in front of him carefully observed the dialect up and down, then stretched out his palm and pressed it on the dialect's forehead, and then quickly said, "Follow me!"

"Captain, I found a suspected immune person, repeat, I found a suspected immune person!" The soldier called out quickly, raising his rifle at the same time, his eyes involuntarily scattered around, and he was alert to any suspicious events.

"Ta! Tat! Tat!"

Several teams of soldiers rushed in from all directions, and at the same time, the Master Chief also brought a medical officer to the side of the dialect, looking at the dialect without the slightest shock and said quickly, "Check it now."

The surrounding soldiers began to deploy according to the defensive formation, loaded their bullets, and surrounded the open space, while the medical officer took out a small machine and pressed a button to face the dialect. With a **** of the finger, the data of an item appears on the screen.

"No infection, no virus in his body!"

"Dong Yi, Dong Yi, we found the immune, repeat, found the immune!" The Master Chief shouted at random.

"Stand by, we are about to support, we are about to support!"

"Understood!" The Master Chief responded, turned his head and made a few gestures, and then walked to Dialect's side, "Brother, I didn't expect you to be immune."

"Luck, luck." Dialect said with a haha.

"Anyway, you are good." The Master Chief patted Dialect on the shoulder, turned around and raised his gun at random, and began to concentrate on defending everything around him.

"call out!"

Several silver lines flew from above, and at the same time, a transport plane also came slowly from a distance, then stopped in the sky, then stopped the tail engine, and landed steadily after the two engines on the side turned. On the open space in front of the dialect.

The door of the transport plane was opened in an instant, and at the same time, a team rushed out of it. Judging from the appearance of the power armor, it should be a special operations team.

"Safe! Safe!"

One after another, loud roars came from all directions, and a slightly tired and haggard middle-aged man also slowly walked towards the dialect from the inside of the cabin.

"Master Chief, the defense here is now taken over by us." The middle-aged man took out a document, then looked at the fighter planes circling in the sky and said, "The air formation left two Ospreys, and the rest of the fighter planes returned."

After speaking, the middle-aged man looked at the dialect, and at the same time he stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Zou Han Chaoyang, and I'm in charge of the defense work of Osaka City."

"Dialect, a black household!" Dialect also stretched out his hand and replied.

"Not much to say, get on the plane first, we need to go to Huaxia's base immediately." Zou Han Chaoyang said, turning around and walking towards the transport plane with the dialect,

"Doctor Hu, please check!"

After stepping on the fire of the plane, Zou Han Chaoyang said to the person next to him, and then Dialect saw a doctor and nurse in a white coat coming up.

Not feeling awkward or uneasy, Fang Yan honestly lay on a stretcher, letting Dr. Hu do the examination, "No problem, there is no virus in his body, nor any symptoms of infection."

Dr. Hu replied, then looked at the dialect strangely and continued, "But we didn't find antibodies in his body~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It may be the cause of our machine."

"But it shouldn't be..." Dr. Hu whispered again, but this whisper only made the dialect hear clearly, and his heart sank a little.

"Okay!" Zou Hanchaoyang replied, then turned his head and said a few words to his communicator. After nodding and replying repeatedly, he looked at the staff next to him, "A coordinate was sent above, and immediately Move to this coordinate and have two Ospreys **** to the Bohai Sea, where our defense will be taken over from above."

"Understood!" The staff next to him replied, then turned around and carefully arranged the next matters.

And Zou Hanchaoyang nodded after hearing this sentence, then walked over to the dialect who had just stood up, and said, "Comrade Dialect, it is now officially notified: you have been recruited by the Federation..."

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