A thousand years later, because of the arrival of aliens, humans fought a great war with aliens, and finally mankind was defeated and retreated to a dark basement, and the civilized world no longer exists.

There are also some humans who are willing to become alien slaves, just like in ancient times, respect them and serve them, and then live together, in order to reproduce, some people secretly give birth to children and send them to the basement world, and I am among the children.

After a long period of training, learn the knowledge of alien identification, so that a boy who has reached a certain age can go to the surface world to become a slave of aliens and steal some important secret information.

Some people go to the surface world and never come back, as if the world has evaporated, and they don't get any news.

As I grew older, I learned how to identify aliens, but the class also said that if the people sent out to be spies came back one day, they should never believe that what they saw showed that it was absolutely right to shoot at the bar.

This sentence really impressed me, through my efforts, among the hundred children, the performance is very outstanding, but my age has not yet reached the qualification to be a spy, watching my friends who have been studying hard for many years being sent into the tiger's mouth one by one, I am very angry.

An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time. As the poem meant, I'm seventeen years old now, and I still have a year to go to the surface world, to befriend the aliens, to become a lackey, and then, to steal some secret documents that are important to humanity.

I couldn't go because of my age, and I saw my friends slowly disappearing, leaving only a few poor learners, but they became guards and stood guard at the door of the basement.

Then in order to learn more and see what the aliens really look like, I automatically applied to watch the basement door, and a week passed, and the guard department finally accepted my application.

The next day I came to a house, dressed in white steel and armed with a normal gun.

I asked, "Can this gun kill aliens?" ”

Because I was a rookie, everyone chose to ignore it and turned around to fill their weapons.

But what? At this time, a boy walked from the corner and replied with a smile, "You're new here!" So I don't know what material the bullet is made of, but I can tell you unambiguously that it is some precious silverware, as long as the bullet is shot into the alien's body, it will show its original form, and then it will be strafed. ”

"Thank you for explaining to me, we will be friends from now on."

As time passed, the safety of the basement world was on my shoulders, and I got up early every morning, did some training, had a simple breakfast, put on heavy steel clothes, and came to the door of the basement.

I haven't done anything this month, I'm done in a daze, my body is a lot stronger, I don't feel the weight of this clothes anymore, I don't feel it anymore.

Time passed in a flash, and everyone went to lunch, except for me and my friend standing guard at the basement door, guns with silver bullets in our hands.

At this time, a group of people walked in, and the leader was a polite businessman, who raised his eyes, came to the iron fence and said: "We are human beings from the surface world, and we have brought some information and want to hand it over to the science and technology department. ”

I didn't think much of it, I raised my gun and fired, the bullet passed through the merchant's body, and all the people outside the wire mesh turned into alien creatures, and the green-faced fangs yelled at us.

The friend asked as he opened fire, "How do you know that they are alien creatures pretending to be humans?" ”

"Because we don't have a science and technology department, only a guard department and a research weapons department, but I applied from the Martial Arts Academy, and the people behind me are not much different in age from me, and there are still people who don't know me."

"Well, that makes sense."

The problem ends with the sound of gunfire, and a bunch of aliens fall down from outside the bar, perhaps because of the gunfire, attracting the guards who are eating. When I came to the door of the basement, I saw the corpses of alien creatures everywhere, and then I was promoted to a captain, and there were only 200 people under my command.

Ever since I was promoted to Captain 1, I've led the old troops, as well as some new recruits, and I've been guarding the basement door every day and night, and I've been able to spot alien creatures pretending to be humans.

But I've always had a question in my mind, why do I slowly sympathize with alien creatures?

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