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"Hiss~~! It's really ...... This 'defense hole' is so big! ”

Fang Yan hid behind a collapsed broken wall, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the distance, a five-meter-wide circular hollow appeared on the barbed wire fence, and a layer of ripples like water waves around the entrance of the cave fluctuated irregularly.

This void looks like a spatial door; Or, like a common "dungeon entrance" in a browser game!

Quest entrance? ……

When he thought of this word, he was suddenly stunned inexplicably. But the thought in my head was just a flash of inspiration, and then it disappeared again. Therefore, the dialect did not take to heart this thought, which was less than a tenth of a second.

…… So do you go in, or don't you go in? The dialect watched around for a while, after making sure there were no people or cameras. Finally, I want to grit my teeth - enter!

It has nothing to do with the gains and losses of those general points, skill points and other interests pursued by the contractor. Just because the main quest fails, he will be obliterated by space, and reality doesn't allow him to have too many options.

However, he stepped into the place where the barbed wire fence was enclosed, and did not find the slightest danger.

Fang Yan cautiously looked at the door-like entrance to the space behind him, pinned the madwheel pistol to his waist, blocked it with loose clothes, and continued to go inside......

He didn't notice that when he was a hundred meters away from the entrance, the entrance suddenly dissipated like a ripple of water, revealing the already tightly knit barbed wire wall behind it. Where it was originally covered by the water streaks, a camera with its own rocket launcher slowly revealed. The direction in which the warhead of the rocket is pointed remotely also slowly rotates with the camera......

Fang Yan could feel as if something terrible was chasing him behind him, but his own spiritual sense told him to go quickly~, and he couldn't turn back. Otherwise, you will really die.

The speed of his steps unconsciously increased by a few points, and the feeling of danger was left behind him at a speed close to that of a small cannon.

……

It wasn't until he went around the back of the building that there was a rustling ~~ sweeping sound on the street in front of him, and the sound of leisurely footsteps like ordinary people walking.

He hurried a few steps, only then did he see a sweeping figure in front of him wearing a hospital gown, and the sweeper was really sweeping the ground covered with dust.

But that fool swept the floor against the wind!

As soon as the whirring wind blew, a clearing that had been swept out was immediately covered with dust again, and the dust flew dozens of meters behind the figure, forming a faint dust smoke screen.

And the dialect that had just come around from behind the building appeared right behind this smoke screen. He coughed softly from the dust, and had to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

Fang Yan stared at the dust on the street where his vision was covered by dust, walked a few steps, came behind this person and whispered: "Cough~~, woo~~, hey~!" Don't sweep it. If you sweep against the wind for a lifetime, you can't sweep it clean. …… Do you understand what I'm saying? …… I told you to stop sweeping! Did you hear ......"

But no matter how much the dialect tried to persuade him, the man waved the broom in his hand unhurriedly as if he hadn't heard, and kicked up more dust.

When he walked further, he found that this figure in a hospital gown was very wrong.

The empty eyes, the mechanical movements, and even the distance of every step under the feet seem to be measured with a ruler. It doesn't look like a sane person at all.

The black messy beard hung sloppily down to his neck and also covered his cheeks under his nose. His nostrils were covered with a layer of dust, and as he breathed, the dust under his nostrils became soaked and turned into mud. It is even more difficult to identify this person.

However, his physique looks extraordinarily burly, and the exposed half of his face is hideous enough to make a child stop crying. It's just that after the tight-fitting hospital gown on his body is put on stiffly, he looks like a circus clown, which is particularly inconsistent.

Fang Yan walked two meters in front of him, pushed him, frowned and asked, "Are you deaf?" Still can't understand people? Didn't you hear me call you? ”

After the "......" was touched by the dialect, the man's hand sweeping the floor suddenly stopped.

The man then looked up at the dialect of his culture, and after a slight fluctuation flashed in his empty eyes, he was once again the same pool of stagnant water as before. He continued to wave the broom in his hand, slowly sweeping the ground step by step. Completely ignoring the dialect that pushed him.

"It's a mental patient~?! …… Could it be that this place called 'Strange Society' actually forces mentally ill people to work for themselves? Or are these mentally ill people the only ones living here? "The dialect is uncertain in his heart.

Thinking about some of the information he had gotten from the zombie-faced shopkeeper, he wisely chose to take a detour. He didn't plan to test the man again until he had a clear answer.

But he had just taken a few steps down the empty street when suddenly, there was a shout from the side.

I saw that in the distance, two soldiers with loaded guns were shouting at this version, but the distance was too far, the air visibility was low, and the dialect could not see his appearance clearly.

The figures of the two suspected soldiers did not know what they were doing. Regardless of whether there were still people on this street, he raised the submachine gun in his hand, aimed at a small black dot on the ground of this street that kept fleeing, and shot without hesitation.

~!

While cursing his mother in his heart, Fang Yan hurriedly snatched the back of an abandoned car on the road.

"Bang bang bang ......" A burst of gunfire rang out. I don't know how many bullets were in the submachine gun, but it rang out for two minutes in a row.

Bullets hit the walls of the surrounding buildings, punching bullet holes. The car where the dialect was hiding was also taken care of by the bullets in the sky. Not only was most of the car glass shattered, but the door made of thin iron sheet was completely broken.

Then there was another bang~~, and there was another sound of shotgun discharging from behind him, followed by scattered gunshots and words, mixed with unknown shouts. It's as if this is not some place for the mentally ill, but the Middle East battlefield of some high-intensity war.

Fang Yan coughed up a mouthful of blood mist, and felt his head a little dizzy. After looking down at the bleeding shoulder, he couldn't help but curse in a low voice:

"Ahem~~, what a fucking place!"

It turned out that he had not had time to hide behind the tires of a safer car when he was hit in the right shoulder by a bullet. Although two layers of doors slowed down the bullet, it still hurt his lungs. (Of course, hiding from bullets behind the car door in the movie is a lie, but hiding behind a tire can really help, but don't expect to be 100% safe)

Minor functional damage to organs. Even if the ring in his hand comes with life recovery, it can't make him return to the point of moving freely in a short time. The most important thing is that the bullet is stuck in the body, and I don't know if it has been shot into the fertility. Once he continues to move, there is a risk of causing massive bleeding.

Therefore, even if he has an attribute panel to lock his health, and wants to imitate the tough guy in the movie who obviously does not conform to biology and does not fall down after being shot dozens of times, he is also powerless.

"It seems that my bad luck has really found the apex."

He smiled bitterly in his heart, and closed his eyes to think about the next way out.

But at this moment, a tall and strong black shadow walked in front of him step by step. On the one hand, Fang Yan's mind was slightly dizzy after losing blood, and on the other hand, the footsteps of the visitor were very steady and light, and it was not until he walked into five or six meters beside him that he felt the movement of the visitor.

"It's you~?!" Fang Yan opened his eyes and said in shock. (To be continued.) )