Late at night, Siberia, on the banks of the Ishim River.

A substation box next to a riverside road was destroyed, and a large hole was torn out of the metal shell from the outside in, as if some creature had torn apart the metal shell of the substation box from the outside.

If you look closely, you will see that there are four or five small metal machines on the ground, all of which are equipped with wings of transparent material, and the appearance of flies seems to have been used for tracking operations, but now they have burned out.

At a small forest post eight minutes' drive away, Ivan Ulyanov, a forest patrol corporal in his twenties, who was alone tonight, knew nothing about the situation.

"Ugh! Almost killed the bastard on the other side, and the power went out at this time! Ivan took the VR headset off, he complained.

Today is December 25th, which is Christmas, and the other two soldiers in the outpost who are in the vicinity of their hometowns have taken the opportunity to take a 15-day vacation every year to apply for a vacation to go home, while Ivan Ulyanov, whose hometown is further away, has given up the opportunity to go home and stayed at the post.

Today, Ivan, who had finished his lonely forest patrol mission during the day, was wearing a VR headset for a while, and encountered a rare power outage.

The fireplace in the outpost was lit with firewood, and some old posters were plastered on the wall, and Ivan looked for something to light up with the fire of the fireplace.

In the darkness he found a cabinet containing rifles for him and his comrades, as well as some other military equipment.

Ivan fumbled in the cabinet for a while, he took out his military helmet, put it on his head, and turned on the electric light on the helmet.

"Thankfully! And electricity. He put on his military coat, picked up the dog leash, walked out of the house, and walked to the kennel hut about ten meters outside the house, where he was now going to introduce the military dog.

Without electricity, the insulation of the military dog kennel will quickly lose its temperature, and Ivan is worried that the military dog will freeze to death in such a cold weather.

"Hey, old Joseph, old fellow!" Ivan opens the door to the kennel, which is filled with a Rottweiler in his prime. "Now go back to the house, let's get warm."

Ivan put the leash around the neck of old Joseph and led him out, and the Rottweiler, a well-trained Rottweiler, followed Ivan to the room in silence.

Suddenly, old Joseph stopped, and it bit Ivan's trouser leg.

"Old Joseph? Don't make a fuss. Ivan looked down at it and patted him on the head.

At this time, the Rottweiler firmly bit Ivan's trouser leg, grabbed the ground, and dragged Ivan in other directions, as if he did not want the young master to enter the house.

"Hey, don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss! It's cold outside. Ivan became a little impatient, and he took the leash hard. Do you want us all to freeze to death outside? ”

Loyal old Joseph seemed to understand Ivan's words, and slowly let go, just whimpering into the outpost, as if there was something terrible in it.

Ivan became alert, he quickly opened the holster with his right hand, felt the pistol on his waist, and was ready to draw the gun at any time.

"Was it because I came out so short ago that there were bears in the outpost? No, even if he ran into a bear, old Joseph would not be so afraid. ”

Ivan dragged Joseph, who didn't want to leave, and moved closer to the outpost step by step, no matter what was inside, he couldn't escape.

He is a soldier, and the outpost is his city.

Dragging the military dog, who was reluctant to go forward, Ivan came to the door of the outpost, and he gently pushed open the door of the outpost on his toes.

A man was sitting in his seat, his hands raised towards the fireplace.

"Squat! Hold your head! Prove that you are not hostile! Ivan immediately drew his pistol and aimed it at the back of the man's head.

The man didn't move, and he said slowly, "Soldier, I'm just a backpacker traveling by car. The car ran out of fuel and had to stop around here. I'd freeze to death if I was outside. ”

The man spoke with some North African accents.

According to the rules, Ivan was supposed to shoot, but some intuition in his heart prevented him from pressing the trigger, and he spoke again, but this time not as harshly as last time: "Then sir, show a document that can prove your identity!" ”

"Wait a minute." The man fumbled through his clothes, pulled out a document, and then raised his hand and threw it on the ground in front of Ivan.

"Why didn't the old poster on the wall be removed, who posted it?" The man said in a casual tone.

"What I pasted a few years ago has been printed on the wall, and I can't tear it off." Ivan replied vigilantly.

With a pistol in one hand and eyes fixed on the man's back, Ivan quickly crouched down and picked up his papers.

He glanced at the information on his papers: "Jacques Iber, Gaul, North Africa." ”

A little light shines on it, and the watermark of the "double-headed eagle" reflects the light.

He pressed a switch on his helmet, turned on a scanning light on his helmet, and used a helmet scanner connected to a large database to scan the document to verify its authenticity.

"No problem," Ivan himself breathed a sigh of relief. "According to the regulations, after checking your appearance, you can rest here tonight."

The man didn't answer right away, and after a few seconds, he spoke: "Soldier, there's still fuel in the truck next to this post, right?" ”

"Yes. Why do you ask this? Ivan hesitated, he had just tried to withdraw his pistol, and now he raised it again.

"It's good to have, because the electricity is coming soon."

Ivan was stunned, he didn't realize that there was any cause and effect in this.

The electric light above Zipa's head came on, and the room was bright again, and the man who had never looked back suddenly turned his head.

It wasn't the face of a demon monster, it was the face of an ordinary young man, but it was definitely not the face on the ID photo.

The young man's face was both familiar and unfamiliar, with the characteristics of mixed Oriental and Nordic races, and Ivan had always felt that this face was a little more handsome than himself, just a little more handsome.

The trigger struck, and Ivan shot without hesitation.

However, the bullets that erupted from the tongue of fire froze in front of the young man as if they had met a wall of air.

"Snap".

The bullet fell to the ground with a transparent solid mass that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

Ivan still wanted to shoot, but he didn't have a chance.

The young man, who was like a ghost, rushed to Ivan in the blink of an eye, stretched out his index finger and thumb in his left hand, and gently pinched the shaft of the pistol.

In an instant, the pistol turned to powder.

The right hand clenched into a fist and struck Ivan in the cheek, sending several teeth flying out with blood.

Ivan fell to the ground hard, and his consciousness began to blur.

"Harold, Harold Vasa! That dangerous prisoner! ”

It's been a few years, and Ivan has been sticking to the poster on the wall with his own hands, with the man's appearance and the man's name printed on it, and Ivan still remembers it by heart.

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Harold withdrew his fist and was about to move forward.

The Rottweiler, named Joseph, stood in front of Ivan and whimpered at Harold, a loyal military dog terrified and an animal instinct that made it know how terrible the humanoid creature in front of it was.

But the loyal military dog still did not run away, but chose to stand in front of its owner.

Harold smiled, and he bent down and reached out to pat the dog's head, but the dog's head curled up and dodged Harold's hand.

Harold's smile turned into a wry smile, and he shook his head, "Don't worry, Hound Dog." I will not kill your master. ”

Old Joseph seemed to understand him, and he moved some distance away and watched Harold with concern.

Harold walked over to the lying soldier, picked up the badge and put it back in his pocket.

Harold then took the soldier's trouser belt, carried the soldier into the house, and threw him onto the bed, while old Joseph ran over and stayed by Ivan's side.

Harold glanced at the furnishings in the outpost, he took a sip of the metal flask he had with him from his winter coat, and then walked two or three steps to the poster, where he looked at himself from years ago.

"It's stupid." Harold whispered, not knowing who the subject was.

"If only I could find a place where no one would recognize me, or who could come and change my looks, I'm fine."

He searched the cabinet again, pinned a pistol to his waist, and took some pistol bullets.

Then he gently tapped on the cabinet, and the entire cabinet, along with the equipment inside, was reduced to powder.

Eventually, Harold picked out an empty plastic bucket from the pile of debris for refueling, carried the empty plastic bucket, and walked out of the house, where he was nowhere to be found.

Note 1: The Ishim River, a river in Kazakhstan and Russia.

Note 2: This is the original world line before Xiao Ha crossed over to another world, the earth where history has undergone a huge deviation, and the level of science and technology is slightly higher than that of the real earth (King James is determined), and Xiao Ha's strength was at its peak at that time. ヾ(≧▽≦*)o