It's like watching the sunrise, different heights, different styles.

For today's dialects, looking at the city from the top of a building is shocking, but standing on the street, it is cruel......

Different from the progress in ordinary crisis movies, there are no congested vehicles on the streets, only sparse cars and police cars that are no longer visible.

The ground and surrounding walls were riddled with craters, and huge stone walls were scattered haphazardly, and the surface had turned pitch black.

Bullet casings were scattered haphazardly along the entire road, and not far away, a tank, perhaps two tanks with their heads separated, lying on the intersection.

On the street, there were no corpses and no blood, as if there were no more people.

The city, completely shrouded in dead silence, became an empty city, a dead city.

Taking a breath, Fang Yan tightened the rifle in his hand, raised his footsteps, and walked in one direction at random.

There is no map, there is no so-called destination, and the only tablet that can determine one's location has been scrapped, of course, that is when the tablet can still be used.

He didn't know what the enemy he needed to face, and he didn't know why this disaster happened, but judging from some of the phenomena he was exposed to so far,

Country, defeated.

But there should still be some enemies left in the city, and they will definitely not be human......

……

"Target Found, Quantity: 1"

"Perform the cleanup!"

"167 meters away!"

"Threat Assessment: Low!"

"Engine start! Weapon system activated! ”

There was no sound, just code, and tiny cameras glowing red, and a machine lying on the ground, making a few sluggish sounds, stretched out its mechanical arm and stood up.

It resembles a spider-like reptile, but it is made of cold steel, with bullet holes in it and old parts......

Terminator?

The dialect stood not far away and thought.

The voice, even small, was very abrupt in the dead silence of the city, and he had already turned his head to look at it when a few sluggish sounds were made.

However, this machine could not answer his questions, it had no emotion, it was just a steel driven by a program.

The muzzle of the gun on his back instantly pointed at the dialect, and the breath of death began to surround him.

No matter how sluggish and how many thoughts there are in the head, the dialect still reacts in an instant.

"Da! Da! Da! ”

A barrage covering the area that the dialect had just occupied.

"The target moves, recalculates the trajectory, recalculates the trajectory!"

The tongue of fire kept moving in the direction of the dialect, but was dodged by the dialect's agile tactical evasion.

"The threat level is rising, the weapon is loading!"

"Boom!"

A sky-high flame flashed in its original position, and even though Fang Yan had already done a good evasive action, it was still swept to the side of the shop by the air wave.

"The target disappears, the thermal capture is switched, and the target reappears!"

Constant data is passed through the connection wires, then collected to the CPU in the very center, where it is calculated and fed back again.

"Da! Da! Da! ”

The machine gun on his back began to roar again, and several miniature missiles were fired.

"Phew!"

Fang Yan spit out the dust in his mouth and ran straight to the back, the walls on both sides had a gap before, which should have been fought in the war a long time ago.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

A loud noise erupted in the shop behind him, and the surrounding walls began to be torn, revealing hole after hole, and Fang Yan's back was lifted out as if it had been pushed hard.

"!"

Fang Yan, who was lying on the ground, shouted unwillingly, hammered the ground with his hand, stood up again, and kept running forward.

From birth to the present, dialects are really not so aggrieved.

It's like an upright contest between an adult and a kindergarten child, and the current dialect is the kindergarten child.

On one side is the machine, on the other side is the body, even if you are not afraid of death and fire so many shots, the mechanical reptile is not necessarily nothing, and the machine gun over there, as long as it hits itself, is a hole.

Although there are still a few lumps on the body, this is a grenade, not a time bomb, and it still needs to be triggered manually, and it is estimated that when you throw it, a miniature missile will come over.

"Wow...... Wow......"

A faint voice began to sound in the shop behind him, and Fang Yan didn't look back, spread his legs, and ran forward desperately.

"Target reappears, calculate movement data!"

"Da! Da! Da! ”

Familiar voices began to sound, and the dialect scurried to hide behind the obstacles made of concrete and steel bars.

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a slight tremor behind him, and a lot of rubble jumped out and hit his head.

"The target disappears, the thermal capture is switched, and the target reappears."

The mechanical crawler began to move in the direction of the dialect and switched to the thermal capture perspective.

The sound of gunfire, disappearing briefly,

Fang Yan shrank back, raised the muzzle of the gun, and watched the mechanical reptile not far away fire a few shots, and the sparks began to burst out on its body, but the moving mechanical arm did not stop at all.

"Da! Da! Da! ”

The powerful fire rang out again, and Fang Yan instantly shrank his head, and several bullets flew past his scalp.

What the hell is my damn thing!

Fang Yan thought, leaned over, and continued to run forward, he didn't think about how to fight back now, he just wanted to find a chance to throw the lump on his body over, or to escape the pursuit of this damn, mechanical reptile......

The firelight kept blooming beside the dialect, and death seemed to be within reach.

If it weren't for the good concealment provided by the collapsed walls around him, perhaps he would have been able to say goodbye to the world by now.

Infinite bullets?

Fang Yan thought, and with another turn, the fire light came out from the position just now, and he staggered and continued to run forward.

"Bang!"

A crisp loud bang rang out from the end of this street.

Although the sound behind him still sounded, the bright light caused by the bullet cutting through the air beside him disappeared, and Fang Yan was stunned, and ran to a wall in front of him, only to slightly raise his head to look at the position of the mechanical reptile.

"The body is damaged, the self-test is being carried out, the balance system is damaged, the weapon system is damaged......"

The red light from the tiny camera began to fade, the gunfire slowly stopped, and the whole machine fell to the ground again.

"Whew!"

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look behind him, where the loud noise had come from.

“piu！”

Another crisp voice appeared, and Fang Yan subconsciously raised the gun and aimed in the direction where the bullet was fired.

No one......

“piu!”

Another gunshot rang out, but it was closer.

Fang Yan was stunned, but he smiled bitterly, pointed the muzzle of the gun to the ground, retracted, unloaded the magazine, raised it, and showed that he had no malicious intentions before walking forward step by step......