Ye Suqin, who was running, gradually slowed down. The scenery around is strange and familiar. In front of him is an old community hidden behind high-rise buildings. It was rare that the plane tree remained, the leaves had fallen, and the dead branches had cut the dim sunlight into pieces.

This tree is a symbol of parental love. The rebellious mother left for her father, and she stayed and flew together. In the most brilliant decade of their lives, in the difficult moment when their sleeves were breezy and breezy on their sleeves, they joined hands in the wedding without blessings and applause, and planted this sycamore that represents love and loyalty.

The vicissitudes of life, things are not people.

Now the sycamore is still there, especially strong and lush, and the lush branches hold up a piece of the sky. But - the man is gone.

Memories of the past flooded in.

Only when you lose it can you know the preciousness of what you have.

Tears silently slipped from the corners of his eyes, and he remembered his mother's best curry paella.

The sweet taste of happiness in the past has become a masterpiece!

Building 13 is an old building with a red brick exterior wall, cement balconies, green painted wooden windows, I can't tell its age, the lighting in the corridor is very bad, only a few dim incandescent lamps illuminated in the past, and the walls are plastered with small advertisements for "dredging sewers" or "invoicing on behalf of others". The blue lacquer door plate is nailed to the green wooden door. The gate is a rusty fence gate, and when pushed open, there is a small courtyard with a cloister one meter square. The gray cement fence and the bottom corners are full of flowers that my mother has collected.

My mother had always been a literary person, she loved flowers, succulents, sunshine, and sat in a rocking chair in the corner and read a copy of Duras's Lover on a secluded afternoon.

Ye Suqin indulged in the past and couldn't extricate himself, everything in front of him seemed to be no longer a ruined wall, no longer a collapsed ruin and a cluster of reinforced concrete blocks. It's a return to the original form.

It's as if the distance between time and space is blurring. Two paintings, two times and spaces, are intertwined and overlapped.

I saw the mother sitting in the rocking chair again, and waved at him with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

He loved to hear his mother tell her story about her and his father. It was the highlight of her life. A talented student of the physics department of Jingjiang University, the pride of the sky. A third-rate normal university, a little girl who is at a loss for the future. Two unsociable people walked into each other's hearts because of an encounter.

She likes to state the small, silly actions and situations between them. I like to talk about the embarrassment of a straight man who is stupid and doesn't understand anything, and I like to talk about the thrilling picture of him fighting with gangsters for her desperately, and the hug at that moment afterwards seems to completely melt them together. The plots and plots that only exist in TV dramas, slowly narrated in the mother's mouth, are a sweet taste that can completely indulge people.

Only in that memory, the father is still the same father, the mother is still the same mother, the family, the same family. It's small, but it's warm and sweet.

There is no need to face the cruelty of the changing times and the ruthlessness of reality.

Fifty years have passed. The building, which has survived the war, is crumbling. Half of the side was already charred, and with a light touch, a large area of the wall skin began to peel off and swish down.

The narrow corridors are no longer passable, and many sections of the road have been broken in two, revealing holes several meters wide. Aged wires wrapped in vinyl sloppily fell in the air. Obscuring the devastated scene with an insignificant "curtain".

Ye Suqin looked lonely and gently stroked the rusted door plate. The handwriting on it had long been blurred by the wind and rain. The large iron gate was nowhere to be found, and only a swarthy section of the door base was exposed. The wooden door has long since decayed, revealing the small two-bedroom room inside.

Inside the room, the sun is setting. He stood in the sunlight and was silent.

Half of the house was missing, like a sharp sword falling from the sky, slashing down. Maybe that Heavenly Sword hasn't sharpened its edge for a long time, so it slashed down, and the edges looked staggered and extremely ugly.

He strolled along the walls, his fingers sweeping over dusty objects of the past. Most of the valuable or metal objects are gone. What is left has also decayed over the years.

However, the familiar smell wrapped him in the whole thing, and he couldn't extricate himself.

It is not an unrecognizable sight in front of you, but a warm and lovely "home".

There is a small compartment at the roof, and the staircase paved with stainless steel and lacquered wood is gone, leaving only a sleek track column. He bent his knees, squatted, and exerted a slight force. The whole person floated like a feather, and after stepping over a distance of three meters, the person had already stepped into the upper compartment.

It was a small room of less than four square meters. The layout and furnishings inside have not changed much. He has always been a simple person, so the layout of the room is mostly simple and clean.

The single bed had completely collapsed, leaving a pile of wrecked wreckage scattered haphazardly on the ground. The lake-blue futon that I liked very much was "neatly" folded on the side, but unfortunately the rubbing of the years made it completely black and wrinkled, the fabric was moldy, and the carbonization was serious.

He lay down with his clothes folded, his hands quietly on his chest, and slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, the setting sun took away the last rays, and the night covered him like a curtain.

........

Attacks are surging!

The bucket-thick plasma laser beam swept by, plowing a deep ravine in the ground, and the command vehicle was vaporized in an instant. At the last moment, Harris and Keith jumped out of the car at the same time, one left and one right, and narrowly missed the laser.

After landing, I didn't have time to catch my breath. On the surface of the skin, more than a dozen places erupted with a strong tingling sensation of varying degrees. This is an intuitive feedback after being targeted by a targeted weapon.

The [Remote Protection] module is equipped with more than a dozen threat points in more than a dozen directions through the nano-electronic eyes scattered in the air, and through the complex calculation of the brain center, it initiates an early warning signal to the body.

The difference in the degree of stinging indicates the level of threat. Usually aimed at by a sniper rifle and locked by a missile, it is only slightly itchy. Now being aimed at that 20-caliber old bolt-action rifle turned out to be a sharp stinging sensation. The center of the system concluded that this thing is much more physically destructive than a supersonic missile. A hypersonic missile it can intercept, and this targeted bullet may not be able to stop it.

With little time to think, Harris raised his hand, and a sandstorm of black dust rose from the ground, surrounding him and spinning rapidly. The speed is getting faster and the volume is getting smaller and smaller.

In the next moment, dozens of gunshots were heard in all directions. The sound of gunfire was dull and muffled, like thunder.

More than a dozen black dots suddenly gathered and collided with the rapidly rotating black sandstorm. The warhead slowed down suddenly, but instead of being carried away like an ordinary bullet, it began to reddened and deformed under the action of huge kinetic energy. There seemed to be some inconspicuous light shining from the inside of the bullet. Moments before turning into a jet of metal, he breached Harris's defenses.

Guise's pupils shrank suddenly, but at the moment he had no time to pay attention to the other side. Fragments of bullets hit, and after he hit the ground, his entire figure flashed and completely disappeared in place. In the next second, twenty meters away, he Shi Shiran walked out.

The bullets in the air turned around like sharks smelling blood.

Faced with this situation, Guise smiled bitterly, the bullets of targeted weapons actually belong to the category of smart weapons. He braced his hands forward, the bullets coming at him, and a ripple suddenly erupted in the air. The bullets sent a wave through the air and disappeared completely.

【Dimensional Barrier】

By creating tiny wormholes, you can divert the objects that shoot away. This is the only defense that Guise can handle, and it is ultimately the last defense.

Turn your head around.

The black sandstorm gradually dissipated, revealing Harris, dressed in black armor inside. The black dust adhered to his surface, densely superimposed, thick as armor, hideous and ferocious, with an eternal aura.

The bullets of the targeted weapon turned into jets and hit the armor. After the "baptism" of sandstorms, the power of these weapons was greatly reduced, and only a spark was shot on the surface of the armor. Harris raised his hand, and the air materialized into more than a dozen black arrows.

The big hand fell, and the arrow turned into a streamer. Tearing screams rang from different directions.

If they feel like this, they can easily gnaw on the bone. That would be a big mistake.

A few jumps. Gies quickly approached Paulson's side, his black coffin now turning into a massive shield against bullets fired from all directions. Cover the Guy couple them.

As an assault type player. Most of the ability modules loaded by the Guys are mainly special abilities. There are also a few guard-type abilities, but in the face of targeted weapons, it is obvious that these low-level abilities are not enough.

Paulson's device, called the Black Coffin, has two forms. The protective version is capable of maximizing the output of the At repulsion field, which is currently the only thing that can effectively protect against targeted bullets. In the shelling mode, you can freely switch between pulse energy and normal shelling mode. It was the only means of Paulson's attack. However, in shelling mode, the AT force field is less than 30% of the shield form. I can't protect myself, and I can't take care of the allies around me.

Therefore, the three of Paulson can only barely resist by turning on the shield mode now, while directing the driver to retreat quickly.

"Knock that spider-like war machine down, or no one will be able to leave." Giss landed on the back seat of the car in a flash, and he stood on the head of the seat with one foot, as if he had a nail stuck to the back of the chair in a car that was no less than eighty miles away. He yelled at Paulson: "I'll defend myself against stray bullets, you turn on the shelling mode, hit me in the foot." ”

"Remember, hit it in the foot, don't hit the head turret, it's hard there." In fact, there is no need for Guise to emphasize again that Paulson, who has been fighting all year round, can't see these problems. But he also understands that at this moment, everyone's cranial nerves are tense, and they will subconsciously distract their tense emotions through long-winded conversations.

The black coffin switches to shelling mode. The built-in coils lit up one by one, and the surging energy was being drawn from the nanomachine in Paulson's body through the connection port in his wrist, and it was gathering steadily and quickly towards the muzzle of the equipment through the wires.

In the next second, a pillar of light the thickness of chopsticks pierced the sky, passing through the barriers of time and space, and the light passed from bottom to top. The marching war machine froze, and the light slid under a thick mechanical arm, which fell without warning, and the incision was smooth and mirror-like.

The balance of the entire war machine was broken, the body tilted uncontrollably, and fell heavily to the ground, the muzzle of the cannon that had been in a state of accumulation moved up uncontrollably, and a plasma ray hit the sky.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and a dark shadow quickly approached.

This is the moment you have been waiting for!

Wally crouched low on the undulating road like a gecko and swam quickly, only to be discovered when he was a hundred meters away from everyone, he squatted lightly, his hind legs suddenly exerted force, the whole person catapulted like a cannonball, and the five fingers of one hand were waved together, making a sonic boom of smoke rubbing the air, and long nails popped out, like a bloodthirsty sword.

The battle-hardened Paulson reacted quickly, quickly closing the black coffin, converting it into a shield mode, and laying it on the opponent's trajectory. A huge muffled sound came out, and with only one blow, Paulson, who was in a state of full protection, was knocked out as a whole.

Keith popped out the folding knife and flashed past, Sabana's ten fingers curled slightly, and several finger-thick currents hit the surrounding space, like a cage. Gu Yi tore the military uniform on his body, pulled out a long knife to block the path that the other party must pass, and waited for the battle.

Beneath the exposed epidermis are countless sensing elements, running at full speed like crazy, converging countless surrounding information into electron streams towards the brain. A hint of wind, a grain of sand. The trajectory of everything was marked, and Gu Yi suddenly raised his head, his eyes were terrifyingly calm, and the two knives in his hands crossed and slashed down in the next second. Above the blade, a black shadow flashed and resisted a blow.

The front and back attacked, after Gu Yi swung the knife, the opposite side stretched out his hand to block, and both sides shook at the same time. Gu Yi was forced down from the car, his feet kept stepping on the ground, leaving shallow pits, his body leaned back uncontrollably, and his double knives were inserted into the ground before he stopped the trend of retreating slightly. His face was frighteningly pale, occasionally brushing a sickly red, his lips were purple-gray, and large beads of sweat were falling from his forehead.

Wally was also uncomfortable, although his body was only shaken a few times, white and the palm with undulating and graceful lines, the sharp and handsome nails seemed to have been gnawed by a dog, the canine teeth were intertwined, ugly and ugly, and in the palm, a trace of blood appeared.

Although the time was only a moment, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves in a hurry.

Wally is one against four, even if the means are all over the world, he also feels struggling.

Forty meters away, Harris lifted his foot and stomped on the ground, and the concrete floor cracked and sank deep into a large crater. Affected by this reaction force, Harris's whole person soared into the air, suddenly accelerated, and flanked him from the left rear.

Wally's appearance really surprised everyone. Originally, it was expected that even if this guy was not dead, he would at least be seriously injured under the dense heavy artillery bombardment, but looking at the other side, it seemed that he had not been harmed.

So, what about Skaya? In which corner.

Everyone couldn't help but raise their vigilance.

Harris shot only a short distance when a dark shadow emerged from the shadows of the building, swinging a long knife from the bottom up.