The dream world of the true essence is like a dream collection of pomegranates flickering non-stop, and some arcs of different colors jump and jump on the surface and inside of the pomegranate.

In the middle of a Rotten Tomatoes-colored dream, the false sky reveals the decadent colors of a summer evening.

The sun was like blood, and the huge city in the evening was soaked in the twilight sun, like faded skyscrapers standing under the sunset sky, like a silent jungle without wild beasts and birds.

The streets are filled with cars and muddy rivers in the silent jungle, and weary city crowds struggle to catch their breath in the river's spray.

On the top of a free-standing iron openwork tower, a strange man in a black suit with a camera's head grasps a horizontal bar with one hand, and hangs his entire body at a 45-degree angle on the tower, looking down at the city on the ground with the camera.

Standing next to the camera weirdo (身shēn) is a stout man with only a pair of white underwear on top and bottom, and a stout man carrying an old video camera on his right shoulder, looking at the twilight sky from time to time.

Oldman activates the burst shooting mode, standing on the tower and shooting the cityscape with a scratched lens, but those clear images slowly turn into distorted and chaotic after the freeze frame.

The skyscrapers are either shortened or bent, unusually bright or unusually dull patches of color squeeze the clear image, and thick serpentine cracks crawl all over the photograph.

"Is even this dream world rejecting me......"

Oldman pulled back with one arm, ending his tilted and looking down posture, and stood side by side with the stocky man with the old camera on his shoulder.

Under the tower, the high-speed city suddenly resembles a malfunctioning machine, with large swaths of vehicles and pedestrians frozen in place, and transparent barriers that constantly ripple on the streets.

"Director Muranishi, the changes in the dream are becoming more and more drastic, and they are coming."

"Nice."

The stocky man known as Director Muranishi speaks English with a Sakurajima accent, and a reassuring, gentle smile spreads on his buckwheat-colored face.

"Oldman-kun, this time you're going to bring you exciting action scenes that make me shudder."

"Stay tuned."

Oldman nodded confidently to his side-by-side partner, reaching out his white hands (taotào) to quickly examine the weapon in the black suit, the sound of his fingertips caressing the metal bullet casings like a prelude to a (hot) dance music, full of leaping (desire) to the beat.

Two men with the camera are like dancers waiting for their partners, standing on the iron tower and waiting for the incoming enemy without saying a word.

On the city streets under the tower, behind the transparent barriers that fluctuated on the surface, there was a sound of snoring, and some strange long black shadows appeared inside the transparent barriers, getting closer and clearer.

This pomegranate-like world originated from the strange dreams of Mr. Spasmodic Pain, a strange dream that changes the world every night.

Oldman traveled for an unknown amount of time in the dreams of life and death, and after witnessing the shattering of countless dreams alone, he encountered unexpected enemies and partners.

I don't know if it was because he watched the Terminator series of movies or something else that came out of the fifth episode of the fourth season, or because he was under the influence of Oldman, a special individual, one day, the spirit sucker cramped and suddenly dreamed of all kinds of dream travelers, and the dream of the world 042 on the other side immediately changed......

To this day, a large number of dreamers have been born in the dream world of the pomegranate, they can eat, drink and reproduce, they are cheerful and idealistic, and according to what Oldman saw and heard during his travels, there have even been several large and expanding dream wearer organizations in the dream world of the essence.

These dream creatures who have gained the ability to travel through dreams wander in their dreams for their own goals, making this already bizarre dream world even more noisy.

As the dream crossing ended, the transparent barriers between the dreams gradually disappeared, and hundreds of green rattlesnakes wearing goggles, special operations uniforms, and various firearms with their tails appeared in place.

Their eyes flashed red, and they were trained to turn on their gun safety and pour fire in all directions, and for a moment the gunfire and blood danced, and those who could still move scattered in panic, screaming and crying that broke their eardrums as they were driven away by the Rattlesnake special forces.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! ”

A cyborg rattlesnake drove the landing mech rampant through the streets, spitting snake letters frantically in the transparent semi-dome control room, and the two Gatling tubes held by the mech were blazing with blue fire, and swept away all non-snake creatures in its field of vision.

At the entrance of the Xiangxiang Chicken snack bar, a pet dog wearing a red scarf didn't have time to escape, and was beaten into a pile of meat ròu sauce by this irascible cymbal rattlesnake.

"Hiss, stupid false life, you live in a dream!

Accept the Chosen Serpent's sanctions! ”

The cyborg rattlesnake aimed two (挺tǐng) high-speed cannons at the crowd farther away, when a violent white light emerged from the top of the tower, turning the dusk street into an overexposed, rotten photograph.

In the white light, two fast-moving (身shēn) figures descended from the sky and rushed into their formation as the Rattlesnake special forces were in chaos.

Under the cover of Director Muranishi, Oldman held two black military daggers, and used the built-in flame thruster behind him to draw a jagged lightning-like trajectory on the surface, the sound of cracking the cement pavement, the sound of steel colliding with steel, the sound of panicked fire, the sound of being abused by sharp blades, and the sound of snakes screaming in despair...... All sorts of voices rang out non-stop.

A moment later, there was a moment of dead silence on the battlefield amid the roar of gunfire.

The white light dissipated.

Oldman leans forward and crosses his arms at the end of the street, his two military daggers that have stopped dancing have turned scarlet, and behind him are covered with severed gunwood wreckage and rattlesnake segments, and the scratched camera casing glows like warm blood in the setting sun.

"Hiss, damn Oldman!"

The cyborg rattlesnake-piloted land mech stood alone in the middle of the street, all of its men had fallen to the ground, and the segmented snake corpses that had not yet been completely inactivated were writhing in a mess.

"Oldman! I'm going to kill you this time! ”

"Is that what you think?

So, are you ready to accept another fiasco?

You don't have to answer, your answer doesn't matter! ”

Before Oldman could finish speaking, he turned on the flamethrower (shooting shè) and rushed out, the arc light of the two daggers cut through the transparent dome on the top of the land mech, and a high-explosive grenade was thrown through the incision, and the violent explosion destroyed the mech's control room.

A vigorous black shadow leaped out of the firelight, changing direction nimbly in the air, and the serpentine sword with its tail curled slashed towards Oldman's lens zoom ring with gunpowder, and Oldman, who had his back to the knife, seemed to have no time to react.

"(Sao sāo) Au Rui, you have waited for a long time, you may have waited too much...... The S-shaped (body shēn) posture of the snake king is really sexy, ready-"

I saw the camera of the short man in white underwear jerking up his shoulder, and a laser beam that was hotter (hot) than the restlessness of the Qing (春 chūn) period erupted from the lens.

"Let's shoot!"