"It's time." The man with intricate lines on his face put away his pocket watch and said in a serious tone.

In front of him, the corpses of all sorts of aliens covered the entire street like fallen leaves. At the end of the street, a man and a girl covered in blood stood back to back. The rain that fell at some point continued to wash the bloody ground, but it could not dilute the incomparably strong smell of blood in the air.

"Who are you?" Su Qin raised his eyes to look at the stranger standing not far away, the tip of the sword hanging down to the ground of the magic sword emitted a slight roar, like a bloodthirsty beast that was eager to leap.

"A lost dog who has lost his country, and his former name has long been destroyed with the motherland. Now, I'm just a former psychology professor who was fired from college. The man who claimed to be a professor removed his large-brimmed hat to reveal a resolute face.

"In order to preserve the last hope, I have to stop you here." With that, he suddenly pressed his hand to the ground. Beneath the rolled up sleeves were a pair of arms tattooed with countless runes. These tiny runes poured out of the professor like ant colonies, occupying the ground. Immediately afterward, the rune-covered land rapidly bulged and deformed, until it was forcibly shaped into a tall rock giant by some mysterious force, and its face looked exactly like that of a psychology professor.

Facing a rock giant with a height of nearly thirty meters, almost about the same size as a building, even Su Qin, who was holding a magic sword, had to be cautious. But just as the giant swung his fist at the two of them, Samiyah, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly let out a sneer.

"Don't bother, it's just an illusion."

“！”

After hearing the prompt, Su Qin quickly turned on his spiritual vision. The rock giants that were originally as majestic as mountains in their field of vision instantly became as illusory as smoke. Huge fists passed through the two men who were standing still, but did no damage. The professor who operated the illusion saw that the two of them were unmoved, so he had to smile bitterly and withdraw the illusion.

"Despite the Major's admonition to do anything, I really don't want to use this immoral force if I can. It's a pity that this is already Berlin, the last bastion of Germany......" The psychology professor gritted his teeth, apparently a strong psychological struggle was taking place in his heart. Although his management intelligence allowed him to make judgments that were almost cold, but at the same time, his unquenched conscience tormented his heart all the time. As a university tutor who teaches psychology, he has far more self-control than others. Facing the blade of the sword pointed directly at him, he suddenly let out a roar:

"I, there is no way back!"

The fine runes spread out again, and Su Qin only felt that the pentagram carved in the center of the other party's eyebrows was constantly enlarged in his eyes. Then, the psychology professor's apologetic words rang in his ears.

"I'm sorry, but please remember the nightmare of the past."

Light, devouring everything.

The trance-like spirit gradually regained its consciousness, and Su Qin found himself standing in the middle of a wasteland. The hideous black blood demon armor on his body was replaced by a dusty sweatshirt, and what he was carrying in his hand was no longer an incomparably sharp magic sword, but an old but extremely familiar travel backpack. Lion roars and human screams were heard in the distance, interspersed with scattered gunshots.

Just as he struggled to remember why he was standing here, a familiar ringtone suddenly sounded in his pocket. The moment the phone was connected, all memories of the infinite space disappeared from his mind in an instant.

"Who?"

"Hey, can't you even hear the voice of your old patron? Dear Mr. Blood. A rough male voice came from the phone, and the background was mixed with the squeamishness of a woman and the cacophony of electronic music.

"I've said it many times, don't call me by that stupid name, the Murdoch-in-chief with a bulging waist and waistline." Su Qin frowned and heard which guy was on the other side of the phone. This kind of greasy-sounding voice will only be the American bison whose height and weight can be equalized, or more precisely, the editor-in-chief of the war-torn "public welfare" website - Murdoch. Marquez.

The site claims to be a call for peace, but is privately known for its gory photos in the payboard. Photographs of real battlefields from around the globe amaze the bored rich living in peaceful countries. To show their support for the anti-war cause, they donate a monthly fee to Murdoch's anti-war charitable fund. Provided, of course, that he can provide enough "talking points".

In order to satisfy his God-like clientele, Murdoch offers handsome commissions to photojournalists who are active on the battlefield every year. After all, it's a job that dances veneers with death. Despite the cost, the website has a higher and higher click-through rate and an increasingly abundant charitable fund.

"Well, without further ado. When will the photos from this issue be transmitted? Last time, the number of hits on the website increased by a few percentage points, and the group of wealthy people also donated a lot of money to the foundation. No wonder everyone says that doing charity is the most profitable thing, hahahahaha. Referring to the previous issue, Su Qin couldn't help frowning. Although his last job made him a lot of money, the crazy group of believers who swept through the village and slaughtered it made people feel sick as if they had eaten flies.

"I was in a bit of trouble just now, so I didn't have time to get to the nearest town. I guess I'll have to spend the night in the field today. ”

"OK, I hope those troubles don't affect your work."

"Don't worry, I've lost most of my luggage. But those robbers were also led by me to the African lion hunting grounds, and now, well...... The big cats are having a good time. Recalling the group of robbers who jumped out of the side of the road and burst his car tires before, Su Qin couldn't help but let out a sneer. With the help of his innate supernatural instincts, he gave the reckless bastards a reward that he would never forget.

"Oh God. You're such a horrible guy. Murdoch on the other end of the phone gasped, and despite having worked together many times, he was still worried about the ruthlessness of the supernumerary's methods.

"The photo depends on whether I can find my way tomorrow, and I didn't care where I ran away before. However, for the sake of mobile phones and signals, it should not be a no-man's land nearby. ”

"That's good, as long as you can send the photos in by the weekend, money is not an issue." casually rubbed oil on the butt of the barmaid, and said with a wealth of money amid the screams of the other party.

"No problem, I'll send the photos to your mailbox as soon as possible."

"That's it, I wish you a nice night."

"Where can I find a pleasant night in the middle of nowhere?" Rolling his eyes, Su Qin said in an unkind tone. It was annoying enough to stay in the wild in the middle of the night, but now I have to listen to the dead fat man's cool words.

"Hahaha, I've heard others say that antelopes are as good as sheep." After saying the frantic words, Murdoch hung up the phone before Su Qin broke out. Then as soon as he took off his shirt, he shook his fat monster and rushed onto the dance floor.

"Tsk, the Yankees are open enough in all sorts of ways." Hang up the phone hard, and don't care about him for the sake of money.

Touching the lion lying on the side and being extremely obedient, although he was dizzy with hunger, Su Qin still refused the kindness of the lions to leave him a supper.

Walking alone along the dirt road pressed by the car into the distance, there is a very conspicuous bright spot in the northeast direction. It is the light brought by electricity, and it is also a symbol of human civilization. I want to find the right access point so that I can get the job done as quickly as possible. With this in mind, Su Qin came to a noisy settlement. Judging by the tents and the red cross signs that can be seen everywhere, it is not difficult to see that this is not the town or city he suspected.

It's a refugee camp.

Realizing this, Su Qin helplessly supported his forehead. It seems that most of the Wifi is not found here. Damn, Wifi is a basic need for human survival, don't you know that the Red Cross gang can't count the accounts?

There is no internet, most of my luggage is lost, my hungry eyes are full of gold stars, I don't have half a penny on my body, and even the only travel bag left in my hand is getting heavier and heavier. In desperation, Su Qin had no choice but to find a fairly clean vacant land. Sitting on the ground with a travel bag, I won't be hungry when I fall asleep, and I'm holding this decadent thought. An enticing scent suddenly rushed into his nostrils.

Smelling the fragrance, Su Qin saw the clearing not far away. A dozen young people, who are clearly different from other refugees, are handing out hot soup and blankets. Looking at their optimistic faces full of smiles, Su Qin quickly guessed their identity - a group of young, naïve, stupid, naïve, idealistic young volunteers.

Su Qin, who considers himself a realist, hates this kind of person the most.