"I've got to be honest, kid. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoYour request is humble, but it is precious, and it is impossible to meet it. You've just suffered a great deal of pain, but you have to pick yourself up again, and misfortune is a problem that everyone faces. I'll give you everything you desire, you just have to do what you used to do, and follow orders. We will make them realize their mistakes, those self-righteous fools. - Dialogue in field medical camps

Ruikui in 2050

Ten years ago

Patrick Flo

There were two crisp sounds, and the two tin cans placed on the table ten meters away shook slightly.

"Well done, Patrick, I see you're a natural shooter!" Patrick's uncle said as he clapped.

Patrick scratched his head a little embarrassed. It was the first time he had touched a gun, or a toy gun, he was just interested in firearms. In the past five days, he has always loved his uncle's gifts, and in his uncle's words, he has made rapid progress.

"What are you doing here?" Patrick's mother suddenly appeared, "Evillace, what are you teaching him, why are you teaching him such a dangerous thing?"

"No, no, Mary, it's a very useful skill," the uncle argued, "and now there is war everywhere, and you can definitely save your life by using weapons to defend yourself." ”

"War?" said Mary categorically, "I will never let my children do something dangerous, especially dangerous!"

"It's not a question of whether it matters or not, right?" Averather was very anxious, "The gun doesn't have eyes, and who cares who you are when you come over, they only recognize victory." ”

Patrick understands her mother, and she rejects war for no reason because of her father.

Patrick's father was a great man in his eyes, a supreme figure. The man, Jesta, was the United States' Emergency Task Force Specialist, responsible for responding to various emergencies that threatened national security. He once single-handedly annihilated a mob of thugs, and the lives of more than a dozen civilians were saved by his bravery. As soon as the war broke out, he was sent to the front line to participate in the battle, and he has not been heard from since.

His father had shown his skills, and his exploits were enough to become the figure of Patrick's dreams.

"Well, if you don't want to be in danger," continued uncle, "then come with me and go to the shelter there, and you'll be fine." ”

"Your brother has investigated, Evillather, it's a cult! It's an empire thousands of years ago! Giving in to them is tantamount to falling behind for thousands of years, if they control the world, everything will be over!"

"This is not the time to discuss this, Mary. You see, the war can spread here at any time, and only you who listen to me can be safe, and you mother and son will definitely be fine. I'm begging you, what else do you have to lose your life? Think about Patrick, he's still young!"

"You're right," Patrick's mother said, turning her head, "go back to the house, Patrick, and don't play such a dangerous game in the future, okay?"

Patrick nodded in agreement and walked back to his grandmother's cabin. He glanced at it again, and his uncle was still trying to persuade his mother.

As soon as he entered the house, Patrick felt the warmth of the fireplace. As he walked towards the living room, he saw his grandmother boiling soup by the fireplace, scooping a spoonful into a bowl and serving it to him.

Patrick took the bowl with some hesitation and sat down on the couch behind him, an aura forcing him to sit down obediently and wait for his grandmother to speak.

"I don't know what you're thinking, good grandson," Grandmother sat unhurriedly on the couch diagonally opposite, "but you have to choose, and be quick." Fate is very tormenting, as long as there is a chance, he will take away the opportunity of your choice. ”

Patrick just nodded slightly, and took a sip of the warming soup.

So, what do you think is the right thing to do? Your words can determine where you're going, you know. ”

Grandmother had heard the conversation between her mother and her uncle, or she wouldn't have said that to Patrick. There is no doubt that Patrick should indeed step up and put an end to this controversy and decide his future.

"I think my father must be right, I want to be like my father. Patrick said seriously.

"So, what will your father do?"

Grandmother's smile remained, and Patrick fell silent. He didn't know what his father would do - follow his wife's advice or follow his brother's kindness. Or will he find another way and choose his own path?

Patrick thought blankly, and the bowl in his hand gradually bottomed out, and he didn't notice it.

"Kids should go out and bounce more," Grandmother interrupted Patrick's thoughts as she smiled as she took the bowl, "or it will get moldy." ”

Patrick didn't think much of it, left the cabin, and walked aimlessly. When he heard the quarrel in the wheat field, his steps quickened, and he tried to drain all his irritation.

He didn't know how long he had walked, when he had walked out of the wheat field, and how far he had walked out of the wheat field, he only knew that when he stopped, he was surrounded by tall green plants. Patrick didn't know what these crops were, he just thought it was great.

The smell of earth and plants is fresh and refreshing. Patrick emptied his brain, simply didn't think about it, and just enjoyed the moment. Without the sound of insects, the surrounding environment seems to be a little imperfect. Patrick stood in silence for a few minutes before he heard a noise.

The inquisitive Patrick resisted the urge to jump out, gently brushed away the crop in front of him, and approached the source of the sound little by little. The other party did not seem to notice Patrick's approach, and still slowly moved forward step by step in the field.

As he got closer, Patrick saw something like a metal pipe, hanging in midair. Seeing that the object was moving forward very smoothly, Patrick suspected that even if a thousand-pound anvil was pressed against it, he would not lower it a little.

He looked closely, and found that the steel pipe was combined with a wooden bracket, and the whole extension backwards was very familiar, which made Patrick shudder. Only then did he realize that it was a person, walking forward with a steady steel pipe.

It was clearly a gun.

Patrick was stunned and stood there as if he had been petrified. He never thought it would be so close, whether it was guns, soldiers, or war......

By the time his frozen limbs were able to move again, the person in front of him had already walked away, and Patrick's mood calmed down, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. Fear and complicated thoughts rushed to him, and Patrick ran in the direction of the cabin in a state of not knowing how to react, repeating in his heart: I must catch up!

Aside from the greenery, I stepped into the golden wheat field, and as far as I could see, there was no one in front of me, let alone a soldier with a gun and walking slowly.

It's not too late!

He ran, looking for the voices of his uncle and mother. They should be easy to find, not small. Or maybe they're done arguing and go home.

"Hey!" he shouted, gasping for air.

He expects his uncle or mother to respond to him.

"Hey!"

"Bang!"

A gunshot shattered Patrick's hopes.

"No!" it was the uncle's shout, "why did you do this! I didn't tell you to do it, bastard!"

Patrick came to his uncle's side, staring blankly at the body in his arms. It was his mother, but she didn't have the black hole in her chest, and his mother wouldn't have stared at him with her eyes wide open so horribly.

Grief and anger engulfed Patrick.

"Did you kill her......

"What? no, kid, I just want to protect you......" the man argued.

"Did you kill her!"

"Calm down, Patrick, I just wanted to ......"

"You killed her! You killed her! You killed her!"

"I didn't think so, Patrick......"

"Give her back to me!" Stretch out your hand and walk forward, "Give her back to me!"

"You can't go any further!"

"Give her back to me!"

"Bang!"

The warm liquid splashed Patrick's face, and he instinctively wanted to touch it, but he couldn't feel the presence of his left arm. He turned his head to look to the side, only to find his left arm lying quietly in the wheat field.

Did he lose too much blood or was he about to collapse?, Patrick shuddered, his knees on the ground, and the most primal, loudest scream ever uttered from the depths of his throat.

"Bang!"

Patrick completely collapsed.

Suddenly there was gunfire all around.