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Where is this?

The gradually regained consciousness, the dizzy brain, and the aching body all complained of the exhaustion at the moment.

The light rain in the sky had already cleared his body, and the cold accompanied by the cold air at the moment took away the temperature of his body.

Subconsciously, his right hand touched his skull, but only the smooth and intact skin and skull were touched.

Odd? Haven't I been dead a long time ago?

The dizzy mind gradually recalled his life that was not very exciting.

Forget it, there's really nothing more to say.

I'm going to call it Alpha (α) now, to celebrate my new birth.

His right hand rested on the stony ground with shallow runoff, and his stiff arm was completely numb from the cold erosion.

With the creaking sound of my body, I finally straightened up, but the sudden lack of oxygen to my brain caused me to stagger two steps and fall to the ground.

…… Shh It really hurts.

With the right half of my ass and body that was smashed hard, I finally regained full control of my body.

The clear vision has given me a clearer picture of the environment I am in now.

This is the interior of a huge abandoned factory, I don't know what it is, but it looks a bit like a power plant.

The swastika logo sprayed on the wall not far from me has been shattered by natural erosion, but I can still see the glory of the past.

The great Hitler, the great Third Reich......

Looking down at the clothes he was wearing, the uniform of the German officer with the rank of major, and the officer's hat that he was wearing on his head was thrown not far from him.

I picked up my hat and looked at it, then threw it back on the ground, and trotted out to a dilapidated house to take shelter from the rain, now that I could carefully check my equipment.

The belt on me was no different from what I had when I drove into Stalingrad in a jeep.

A pistol pinned to a leather holster at his waist, two grenades, a refined combat dagger, and four 16-round magazines in a carry-on satchel that hung on the other side of his waist

The latest S**44 assault rifle, which was supposed to be supplied as a kit, is missing - forget it, now I'm very lucky to have a gun in my hand.

Finally, after checking it again from beginning to end, it found a healing spray, as well as three turquoise glass bottles and syringes for the potion.

I couldn't find any other "surprises" other than a strip of beef and brown bread wrapped in an oilcloth in my jacket pocket, and an empty kettle.

I have been gnawing on these things for more than half a year back then, and to be honest, I don't have an appetite when I see them now.

I found a few buckets from the room, wiped them down a little, and put them outside the house to get water, and I didn't know if there was a running water supply here, so it was better to be prepared.

I used the gunpowder from the bullets to ignite the large amount of wood piled up in the corner, and took off all the soaked clothes and set it on fire, and finally my body temperature rose with me.

It's really comfortable, think about the previous life of my hands and feet were almost frozen by the damn cold before I died, and the warmth at this moment is even more precious.

As the temperature rose, my body's senses gradually recovered, and my ears, which had been ringing all the time, finally became quiet, which made me feel that something was wrong here for the first time.

- It's too quiet.

The place was so quiet that there was not even the slightest chirping of insects and birds except for the sound of the wind and raindrops falling on the steel plates.

Vigilant, I carefully examined my surroundings, but found many subtle differences from my past perceptions.

For example, the advanced lighting of the rooms, the excessive number of metal buildings, and the presence of almost invisible doors and enclosed spaces......

That's when I noticed something on my body that I hadn't paid attention to before—a watch.

Because in the past, he was considered a very wealthy person, and wearing a steel watch has always been one of the things he showed off.

And now, the original watch, which had long been scrapped because of bullets, has become a rubber "wrist cover".

I don't know how to describe it, but it looks like a wristband, but it's made of rubber that fits snugly against the skin, and the craftsmanship is so perfect that I didn't notice it existed.

I couldn't even move it when I tried, and I didn't get any damage from the knife, and where the wrist cuff was on the back of my hand, there was an area that was noticeably different from the others, and it was in the square area that glowed faintly green, and there were three lines of numbers in it.

The three rows of numbers go down in order:

00：00：00

0Kills

0Points

It looks like the first one is obviously a timer, the second one is a record of breaking numbers, and the third one should be the number of points, right?

It's better to put the weird stuff aside for now.

After resting against the wall for two hours, most of my energy was restored, and my clothes were already dry.

After putting on the wrinkled clothes one by one, I filled the kettle with the supernatant with the water and kicked away the bonfire that had been gradually extinguished.

Looking out into the windowless room, the sky was still gloomy, but the rain had stopped.

The water dripping from the ridge still made a ticking sound, so I didn't notice the freshness of the rain in the air.

After checking it one last and finding that I had everything with me, I walked out of the dilapidated room that was my makeshift camp and stepped on the iron stairs outside.

I'm now a little suspicious that this might be a secret military base or a research center, as it's filled with the smell of gunpowder and strange devices I've never seen before.

I could faintly hear voices in the distance, and my voice grew clearer as I walked through the corridors and rooms that had clearly been ravaged by bullets and bombs more than once.

When I came to a square that looked more spacious, I stopped—three or four people under a pergola on the other side had long since ceased to talk, and unanimously raised their guns and aimed them at me.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'm a friend!"

I threw up my hands and shouted, but a bullet grazed my cheek and hit the wall behind me.

…… It was so dangerous, I almost died.