"Dig out your heart and see if there are more scars than on your body?" - Children of the Night

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Yes, he "survived" again, it is not known how many days he floated on the sea before he drifted to the beach.

It's a lot worse than dying.

Kamen checks his condition and finds that he has lost all the weapons on his body, only a dagger is left, and the communicator is not known whether it has entered the water or the sand or hit it, in short, it is broken.

This meant that he had no contact with the Survivors at all, and he had to find a way to kill the enemy with a dagger when he encountered them.

He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. There was a group of children on the beach who were playing ball, and they seemed to notice the mask, and they stopped to star, but they didn't dare to come forward.

complained in his heart that his face was hateful, and he looked for a way out of the beach. Walk up the stone steps to enter the seaside town, but the disguise is so conspicuous that he has to be very careful even if he encounters civilians.

The town is no different from the town in Kamene's memory, and his hometown is a place of similar size, but not by the sea. If there's one thing that's different, it's that there are almost no pedestrians on the streets.

Hell yes.

When he walked to a place where he couldn't see the beach, Kamen saw the old man coming around the corner from the intersection in front of him. The old man's eyes were not very good, and he took four or five steps forward without noticing the strangeness of the mask.

When he immediately walked up to the mask, the old man opened his eyes wide, looked the mask up and down, and then stretched out his index finger with his right hand trembling and pointed at the mask.

"Are you...... Soldiers of the Survivor Alliance?"

Kamen was taken aback, and quickly rested his right hand on the hilt of the dagger.

I saw the old man look left and right mysteriously, and then whispered to him: "Go, follow me, this is not the place to talk." ”

Seeing that the old man did not show hostility, the mask followed the old man to a rental house. Walking up the stairs to the sixth floor, the rusty iron door opens to reveal the bottles and cans on the table and the lit alcohol lamp.

Looks like he's in graduate school in chemical science or something.

The old man put his cane aside and sat down on the old couch surrounded by instruments, the springs creaking.

"Sit casually," the old man held out his hand, "just don't touch anything." ”

Kamen pulled out a round stool from under the table and sat down lamely.

"They all call me a Jew, and you call me a Jew. ”

"Masquerade. ”

The two shook hands.

"What wind is blowing you on a continent ruled by the Confederates, huh?" said the Jew jokingly.

It's a long story. Masquerade thought. He simply didn't say anything.

"Life is hard, man. Like us, walking down the street and all of a sudden a group of people point guns at you and say, 'Join or die' -- hey, what choice do we have? ”

The Jews spoke intermittently, nodding their heads from time to time.

"There is no freedom - any activity carried out by citizens of the Revolutionary Union must be under the supervision of the army. That's why there's no one on the street, even if you throw a garbage you will be able to see it clearly. You can be summarily executed at any time, and anyone with a gun has the power to shoot you if the soldier thinks you're guilty. You look guilty. ”

The Jew reached out again and patted Kamen on the shoulder.

"You're lucky, if you meet a patrolling soldier or a brainwashed citizen -- a lot of people here are brainwashed -- you're a corpse now, right?"

I should have been a corpse. Masquerade thought.

Presumably losing interest in him, the Jew stood up and walked to his workbench.

"Don't take it personally, I'm just boring to talk about it. You don't look like I'm any better, hehe," he chuckled softly, "for Jesus' sake, I can do you another favor, and as long as you're out, we'll have nothing to do with each other, you know?"

"Just tell me what the Survivor League would be interested in. ”

"Good, good...... See the building with the cross on the roof outside the window? It's a church. Every time a high-ranking official of the Revolutionary Union met in the vicinity of the country, he would choose there. If you hide it well, you might be able to catch them. ”

That's amazing news.

"Take this, man," the Jew turned and handed the mask a key, "there's what you need in the locked cupboard downstairs." ”

He took the key, nodded, and turned to open the iron door.

"Finally, that sounds terrible. ”

The cabinet is at the entrance on the first floor, and the lock on the door is already an antique-level lock. Kamen inserts the key into the keyhole and opens the rusty lock with a twist. Pull open the wooden cabinet door, and inside is exactly what he needs.

An AK-47 and several magazines used by the Soviet army forty or fifty years ago, an old Makarov pistol, and two bottles of Molotov cocktails.

Equip them all and set off for a church three blocks away. Just in case, he chose to pass through the alley, or climb over the fence and sneak through someone else's backyard.

Hiding in the shadows, he waited for the patrol convoy to leave and make sure there were no pedestrians on the street before he quickly crossed, climbed over the fence and jumped into the flower bed behind the church.

The afternoon sun shone on the helmet, making its surface somewhat warm. I don't know if it's because of the filter, but the mask can't smell the flowers. He pushed open the back door of the church and crept inside, rifle in hand.

"You don't have the right to point fingers at me, you're just a connector, a messenger, if it weren't for Master McCroft's insistence on using this backward way to ensure the safety of the transmission of information, you wouldn't even have the value of living!"

Kamen heard the woman's voice, and his temper was not very good.

Hiding in front of the rows of seats in the church, Kamen poked his head out to see a middle-aged woman in military uniform yelling at a hoplite. The helmet of the hoplite is graffiti into a cartoon dinosaur dragon statue, which looks a bit comical.

"No, ma'am, I am your insurance for your message, and you can't do that to me. ”

"Are you still trying to be my equal, just the guards at McCroft's?" said the lady dissatisfied, "Tell Master McCroft that I need more time to uncover the secrets of the ruins. ”

"But...... The adult's instructions are for you to supervise the work of extracting the collapse fluid. ”

"So, then, tell him," said the lady, gritting her teeth, as if to devour the infantry before her, "that Avillasser died in vain, and his great discovery was in vain. ”

"I don't see anything he discovered......"

"He's dead before he reported it!bastard!he's sure he's right, he just needs proof, and he's dead while he's looking for it!" said the lady, tapping the hoplite's helmet, "I just need a little more clearance, a little more time, and I'll be able to dig up Evilasser's findings again, instead of checking the guns in your soldiers' hands over and over again every day!"

"Alright then, ma'am, if you insist...... hoplite paused, "or I can help you report the results together, just a little longer." ”

I don't understand anything. At least he knew what he had to do, he thought.

Go back to the damn ruins, and destroy them completely.

What the Revolutionary Union wants to figure out is what should be buried.