Themes that can only appear in fiction are what happens in reality for Liszt. From the initial shock to the current indifference, Liszt has also gone through twenty-three years, and it is no strange. However, after consulting a lot of information, he found that this world without Asia is actually not so much different from the world in his previous life.

But what surprised him so far is that perhaps one of his favorite games, Call of Duty, also followed him to this world. And compared to the mode of simply playing the game in his previous life, this game system has become his most chicken finger in the past twenty-three years!

Squatting on the sofa and turning off the TV with only snowflakes left, Lister clenched the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand, and the corners of his mouth showed a somewhat helpless wry smile: "It seems that this is the case, how can it be possible not to kill people?" Looking at the brand-new shotgun in his hand, Liszt's eyes were also complicated: "The ability that has not been used on the battlefield before, now it is used......"

As a company commander in the Marine Corps, he also experienced several actual battles in the Mexican War, and this Call of Duty game system has saved him from dangerous environments more than once. Especially in the most dangerous time, he and a squad of troops were besieged by at least one company of guerrillas, and they lost the ammunition exchanged by the game system to hold on until the reinforcements arrived, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

But this exchange is not without a price, and Liszt can only earn points that are recognized by the Call of Duty system after killing enemies. And only this kind of points can be exchanged for resources in the game system, whether it is bullets and medical kits, or various types of firearms, and even armed vehicles and living soldiers, can be exchanged!

However, killing the enemy also symbolizes killing a living being, and even if you are a professional soldier in your previous and current lives, you can't kill all the enemies on the battlefield. And even the current Liszt once almost went to court-martial for killing prisoners on the battlefield.

Otherwise, with Liszt's many victories in leading his troops to defeat the guerrillas and defending strategic points, he would not have come to a small auto repair shop to become the best auto mechanic after he was discharged from the army. You must know that compared to him now, he used to have a reputation in the army, and he has the title of Butcher of Heaven, this well-deserved title!

"Butcher of Heaven? Heh, if you weren't cornered by that group of Mexican guerrillas, who would want to shoot that group of captives in exchange for ammunition? I'm not a cold-blooded executioner! ”

Thinking of the title he once held in the army, Liszt's fists couldn't help but clench tightly. But his face was still extremely calm, he just spat at at the side, shook his head and said lightly: "Sure enough, after being discharged from the army for nearly a year, it is no longer the peak of the original......

With the will of self-discipline, Liszt can see his current state, once Liszt did not say that it was easy to reach the target in 300 meters, even if he controlled his own will, it was quite strong. For example, the act of casually spitting out now, in his opinion, is already a regression of the once strong will.

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

The crisp doorbell instantly interrupted Liszt's recollection, and made him squatting on the sofa bend over and stand up in an instant. Squinting slightly, Liszt did not answer directly, the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand was already on his shoulder, and the muzzle of the black hole was also aimed at the door in front of him.

Moving slowly, Liszt carefully avoided the front of the door, and the muzzle of the black hole was always aimed at the front door, as long as there was any abnormal wind and grass, then the 12-gauge smokeless shotgun that had already been filled into the Winchester M1887 shotgun would blast the door three meters away into a sieve like a torrential rain with his finger pulling the trigger!

"Mr. Liszt, we are the military logistics stationed in this neighborhood, and we are here to distribute today's food rations to you."

The doorbell rang a few times, but Liszt's silence made the people waiting outside the door seem a little impatient, so he directly reached out and patted the door vigorously, making a banging sound. At the same time, a rough voice also came through the door, and said loudly: "Are you at home, Mr. Liszt, if you are not at home, then today's food ration will be canceled." ”

"Military logistics? Oh, thanks, I once got this notice on TV. ”

After a few seconds of contemplation, Liszt quickly walked behind the wall with light steps, the solid and cold wall made his heart a little stable. He had finally gotten the information about food rations on TV before, after all, it was the highest level of martial law in the whole city, and if there was no food ration, I am afraid that in the next few days, the hungry citizens themselves would take to the streets to demonstrate or even riot. It's a pity that his security door doesn't have a viewing hole, otherwise he would have been able to see who it was outside.

Liszt held the door grip with one hand and gently opened the door, but the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand was always under his arm, and the muzzle of the black hole was always aimed at the door. The seemingly hard security door couldn't stop the bombardment of the shotgun, and of course he knew that it couldn't stop the people who really wanted to come in.

At least with Liszt's previous battlefield in Mexico, even an iron door can kick an arc. And the security doors made of iron sheet and fireproof cotton in this kind of city can kick out a hole directly with three feet. As for shielding bullets or explosives, that's really not even a thought.

"Mr. Liszt, I have to say that you are really very cautious."

The door slowly opened, and there were three heavily armed soldiers standing outside the door, led by one of whom was still carrying a thick cardboard box in his hand, looking at Liszt's body that did not appear directly in front of the main entrance, he couldn't help but smile softly: "It is worthy of the butcher of heaven who once made that group of Mexican guerrillas hate and fear on the battlefield in Mexico." ”

There was a faint aroma of food coming from the cardboard box, and Liszt finally let go of his uneasy heart a little, walked out of the cover of the door, the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand was still in his hand, glanced at the assault rifles on the backs of the three soldiers outside the door, and said casually as if unintentionally: "The insurance is not carded, it seems that the scale of this riot seems to be very large?" ”

"Mr. Liszt, you don't need to know anything superfluous, and it is best to stay at home safely. Of course, if there is a need, we will have someone to inform you. ”

The man handed the carton in his hand directly to Liszt, looked at the original and ancient Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand, and couldn't help but show a mocking smile on his face: "This kind of old guy who is more than a hundred years old needs more maintenance, and it would be a pity if there was one less." ”

"That's a big thank you, I've always maintained this thing very well, whether it's a cunning fox or a cowardly rabbit, it can only be solved with one shot."

Carrying the cardboard box in his hand, Liszt swept the soldier's rank without leaving a trace, a second lieutenant. But he looked up at the second lieutenant with a mocking smile on his face, and a bright smile also appeared on his face, especially when he put the Winchester M1887 shotgun in his hand on his shoulder and smiled: "If it doesn't work, then give the beast another shot." ”

"Oh, that's great. Mr. Liszt, I wish the Butcher of Heaven on the battlefields of Mexico was still in your heart. ”

A cold snort came out of his nose, and the second lieutenant also had a smile on his face, especially looking at the bright smile on Liszt's face, he walked directly downstairs with the other two. And just as Liszt wanted to close the door, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Liszt and said slowly: "Because as a retired soldier, in this situation, Mr. Liszt, you will be recruited into the army at any time to continue fighting." ”

Holding on to his door, Liszt's face still didn't have much expression, just looked at the second lieutenant and smiled slowly, didn't say anything, and then slammed the door shut. And he was carrying the carton in place, but he couldn't help frowning lightly: "It seems that things are really bad." ”

He already had the worst in mind, but now he found that it seemed that he had to continue to lower a little. Slowly turning his head to look at the increasingly thick gray mist outside the window, his eyes involuntarily came to the corner of the room. It was a map of the world, and the absence of Asia seemed strange to him, but his gaze stayed on the top of the map, and he just said slowly: "Soviet ......"

The four English symbols of the giant CCCP appear above the map, stretching from the rich plains of Ukraine to the icy Siberia and finally to the Bering Strait. The sickle and hammer are still held high in this world, and the five stars on the red banner are still fluttering, this is the union of Soviet socialist republics, the country of the proletariat made of steel.

"The oil resources are almost exhausted, and the contradictions between the Soviet Union and the United States have reached their peak......"

Carrying the cardboard box to the couch, Liszt looked at the cardboard box that wrapped the day's food, and he didn't have to open it to smell the aroma of pizza and fried chicken. But his head didn't work in the slightest because of the food in front of him, he just frowned tightly, looked at the map with deep eyes, and muttered to himself, "No...... It's really a war, right? ”

Liszt couldn't help but glance at the electronic clock on the wall next to him, the date on which had come to September 26, 2059, a few years later than when he crossed over. But in this world where the Cold War Demon is still whispering and smiling all the time, when he lives, he is not so relaxed!