The transport ship, tens of thousands of meters in the air, dust, steam, countless nuclear radiation particles attached to it, rushing to the face, scraping on the side wall of the aircraft, blue light shining, the driver burst out with huge energy, tearing the dark clouds rolling in the dusk, the inner cabin, spacious and luxurious, rows of red and white comfortable seats, full of passengers, rumbling and loud engines, terrifying air flow sound, completely hidden in the special fuselage, outside the cabin, dark clouds, rolling dazzling dusk, only the hull, cutting the sky, inside the cabin, The soft blue glow, blended in with the warm white light, illuminates every corner.

Zhang Zhiyu turned to the passage behind him, which was empty.

A dream.

He raised his eyebrows, blinked his eyes slightly, and everything rose into a thick fog, focusing again, and the thick fog slowly converged in one place, turning into an incomparably clear quadrangular water droplet, at the center of his vision, dividing the whole world.

The wide and soft seats were gone, and the passengers were floating in the air, in a thousand postures, as if those red and white chairs had never existed, at least hundreds of people, Zhang Zhiyu could see himself clearly, turning sideways, his hands were raised high, Sun Haowen leaned over and listened carefully, like two lifelike statues, holographic picture screens surrounded both sides, but Zhang Zhiyu could break through the shackles of the ship, the clouds no longer turned into sharp blades whistling by, everything was still in place.

The water droplets spread violently and burst open.

Countless cracks, spread like spider webs, the fog faded, countless water droplets converged in one place, between the cracks, so clear, the world was like a shattered mirror, the traces continued to burst, dividing an infinite picture, Zhang Zhiyu gently raised his arm, but the clear lightning-like crack extended far back, splitting, cutting out the fragmented universe, the arm fell quietly, and the world was flooded with a microwave, crescent-shaped, pudding-like trembling and bouncing back to its original place.

Passage.

Right ahead.

The end of the cabin.

It was supposed to be empty.

Colors that never existed rose and tumbled, and sounds that never existed rumbled.

It's also time.

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The dividing line, just five meters in front, separated by two rows of seats, countless bolts of guns rang out in an instant, and the sound of collision exploded one after another, dozens of people turned around at the same time, their arms raised, and the muzzles of their guns pointed straight behind.

"What the is this......" Sun Haowen muttered.

"Attack!" Nearly ten people shouted at the same time.

Sun Haowen instantly dragged down Zhang Zhiyu.

The sound of sparse gunfire collision, countless bullets broke through the chamber, and the bullets were loaded one after another, Sun Haowen pressed Zhang Zhiyu to death, countless deadly iron pillars tore through the air all the way and roared into the air, Zhang Zhiyu trembled instinctively, shaking like a leaf, Sun Haowen's strong body, but it was incredibly immovable, countless wails rang high, mixed with the bursting of the airflow.

Just a few seconds.

Blood spilled out, blood mixed with visceral juice splattered out, the plane was still steadily shuttling high in the sky of the dying earth, the storm full of radioactive nuclear contamination obscured the sunlight, the blood covered the light source, and the cabin was already a dim scarlet.

The members around them stood up one after another, pursed their lips, and clenched their guns, only to be reduced to fragments after a few seconds, slowly falling to the ground with scorch marks.

Here, it has turned into a hell on earth.

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Like a shattered mirror, between the cracks, still reflecting the same picture, they fluctuate, distort, Zhang Zhiyu carefully observed time, infinite reality, past, present, future, all ravaged in one place, turned into slightly fluctuating waves, flashing in an instant, infinite time, almost the same, infinite time, very different.

No. Rifts are just barriers.

A film that can be broken by blowing a bullet, indestructible, clear but blurred.

The world beyond the fog is slowly taking shape.

Zhang Zhiyu pursed his lips, lowered his head slightly, his fists curled up unnaturally, his body squeezed inward, the barrier swelled wildly, and at the same time contracted violently, he expanded his body violently, and in a hurried glance, he saw his infinite self, floating in the infinite membrane, extending infinitely.

The film exploded violently, but it was still dead and silent, and the infinite energy diffused to the universe, but gradually melted into the void, and at the end of time, disappeared without a trace, like a splash of water mist, gently brushing by, the color that never existed, bursting out of infinite sparks, but gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared.

After the rift, something is surging.

On the rows of large and comfortable seats in red and white, the passengers sat upright, their faces were so clear that Zhang Zhiyu could clearly observe his father, himself, Sun Haowen, and the one he had just killed, all of them, fully armed, tattered dim robes, the edges rolled up in a trace of scorching darkness, and the members were all hidden in the dark void under the robes.

But Zhang Zhiyu can recognize them, he just can.

Zhang Zhiyu sneered lightly, shaking his drooping head and neck slightly, his smile was so desolate and pathetic.

I'm going to forget all about it eventually.

Right?

The passage is just ahead.

Layers of figures stood up one after another, their robes drooping slightly, dancing gently with the breeze of nothingness, dancing in the warm and pure light of blue and white, like a group of butterflies dancing under the sky.

It's also time.

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"Let's go." Sun Haowen hurriedly roared, trying to press through the roaring shrapnel, and the bullets burst into the seat, and the hot leather flew like snowflakes.

He raised his upper body slightly, activated the firearm with his strength, and happened to knock down Zhang Zhiyu, a few bullets, exploded a few centimeters in front of him, shattering the wreckage blocking the road, the two strong and bare forearms were entangled with each other, Zhang Zhiyu fell to the ground on his back, his breathing gradually shortened, the heat surged to his cheeks, his hands clasped the neck of the black man in front of him, slowly rubbed it over, pressed the neck bone and pressed down hard, Sun Haowen was hard to Zhang Zhiyu's chest, dodging the shrapnel that shuttled.

The scarlet hue, so soft and smooth, quietly envelops everything.

The burning leather drifted in the sky, slightly exuding a scorching fragrance, flying and withering like butterflies, spinning poignant dances under the bloody sunset, earth-shaking thunder, roaring and whistling, and a series of explosions.

The eyes are facing each other.

Sun Haowen looked around, got up slightly, and quickly exhaled a hot breath, and the sparse stubble on his lips trembled slightly.

The lips touched, the pink soft tongue touched, extending inward, and the tongue coating glided through it fully and thinly, sucking each other hard, exchanging the same piece of air.

The eyes are slightly closed, and the world is hidden in hazy warm darkness.

"Alright." Sun Haowen raised his body fiercely, his miserable white eyes glared at the man below him, but he was so tender.

The firing pin hits gently.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Zhiyu sneered helplessly.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Sun Haowen was no longer full of complaining words, pursed his lips, and his tone was extremely firm, "Hurry up and get out of here." ”

Of the fifteen passengers, only two struggled to crawl forward, one struggling and screaming in pain, one shooting and trying to get closer to the other two, but one bullet exploded his skull, tearing apart like a watermelon, and then his body went limp, and another bullet shattered his sternum, breaking through the restraints of his chest like a balloon.

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Zhang Zhiyu frantically stepped forward, that passage, he could clearly recall and observe every crevice.

Time has been abolished.

Countless of them move at incredible speeds, they just disappear from one place and then appear from another, the illusion of infinite instantaneous action.

The laws of physics have turned into ridiculous jokes.

Zhang Zhiyu tore off an assault rifle, it was as dark as night, grabbed the muzzle, spin*, and gently shook up the four non-existent bodies, the old robe fluttered into scarred wings, and then floated in the air, erected his body, and swooped down.

A dream.

The bullets burst out, Zhang Zhiyu could feel the unparalleled energy of the muzzle exploding, even if they didn't exist, he slightly threw them in front of him, drew arcs, stabilized his body, and pounced again.

A dream of a fucking fucking stupid bitch.

Fists and feet collide with each other, the world has long been turned into a shattered mirror, each blow creates endless cracks, and the singularity explodes, however, Zhang Zhiyu is unconscious, just fighting mechanically, looking for a breakthrough, and there is no reference, he just fully feels the energy that bursts out of each blow, bursts out of the energy that should be, however, they never exist.

How ridiculous the truth is.

Only dreams last forever.