Updated: 2012-06-21

"Give me a proper distance, and God can kill me!" - War Lord?

The dream is like a faded old photograph, shrouded in dim colors.

"Haha, come after me"

"Stupid, you're going to come back alive"

"What? You proposed to me when you came back? I didn't say I wanted to marry you."

"Unless you carry nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, then I will reluctantly marry you, hahaha"

The laughter of silver bells echoed in the dream, soft and cheerful.

The swaying white figure, like a lily in the wind, is so delicate that people pity it.

The face that can't be seen clearly, but a pair of clear eyes flash. In those gentle watery eyes, whose figure is reflected?

In Li's dream, he gently called out a name, but there was no response.

As before, the dream gradually faded into a bubble, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep for an unknown amount of time.

This time, however, something unexpected happened.

In a dim sense, it was as if he heard something else.

"Hell, I thought I could find some treasure, it turned out to be a stinky man!"

"Haha, Hans. Aren't you hungry even for men? I've heard that the thirteen-year-old boy of the Rumba family was once by you. ”

There was a burst of unbearable laughter.

"Shut up! Beware of Lao Tzu stabbing your assholes. Still, this kid looks pretty good. Lao Tzu hasn't been a handsome man in the old era, so he can't say that he can open it today. ”

In the midst of the laughter, he suddenly felt something touch his body.

A signal was immediately sent out from the depths of consciousness, and dozens of data were immediately transmitted to all parts of the body. I don't know how long his sleeping body gives him a rusty feeling, but his movements are only about 5 percent slower than in his heyday. The body first moved horizontally for thirty centimeters, and then suddenly sat up, and the hand habitually fished to the right side, and a cold metallic sensation came.

The arm was raised, and the cold, heavy object Xiangshang stabbed away. It wasn't until the touch of the real thing came that he slowly opened his eyes.

After a brief moment of discomfort, his gaze gradually focused, and he saw a lewd face. Judging by his brown hair and pale skin, he was supposed to be a Caucasian. And now, the owner of this face, his jaw pressed against a shiny black barrel, his eyes mixed with a mixed look of fear and anger.

"Oh my God, he's awake. ”

"Hey, boy. Let Hans go, or we'll be rude to you!"

A chaotic voice came from behind the Caucasians, and his gaze looked over the "hostage" in his hand. It was a dozen men dressed as miners, black and white, and even two yellow. They had weapons in their hands, if shovels and brass hammers could be called weapons. There is no doubt that they aimed all these tools of violence at him.

He was silent, and the chaotic images in his mind couldn't sort out what was called memory. He didn't know where he was, who he was facing, and he didn't even remember who he was. Faintly, a picture of a straight military uniform passed through my mind.

Perhaps, he is a soldier, maybe!

It was an unanswered question, but even in thought, his hand was as firm as iron, and the miniature automatic machine gun in his hand did not move even a millimeter with the jet-black barrel.

Anyone could see that this miniature machine gun was capable of instantly shooting Hans's head into a hornet's nest.

Pressed against the barrel of the gun, Hans was already drenched in sweat. The hateful thing is that he doesn't even dare to change his posture to make himself stand more comfortably, let alone move. That would lead to a misunderstanding, and then in the next second, hundreds of bullets would turn his head into a rotten balloon.

After a minute of such a confrontation, Hans's legs were already shaking. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of hand, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the various races that surrounded him retreated to both sides, and an old man walked in.

This man clearly belonged to two different classes from the miners.

He wore a frayed leather jacket and a gray-blue tweed plaid shirt underneath. The lower body is a pair of jeans stained with oil stains, and a pair of black military boots are worn on the feet. Such a combination is naturally nondescript, but compared to these poorly dressed miners, it is already a cloud of mud.

The old man smoked a pipe, his eyes glittering like a viper, and he and Hans wandered around him. Zuihou, he said in a deep voice, "Let him go, survivor." You know how to use a gun, which is good, it shows that you are a fighter. My old Jack is short of talent like you, a warrior like you, there's no need to deal with a dog like Hans, is there?"

Despite being held to the chin with a gun, Hans's eyes flashed with resentment.

He spoke, in a soft, but slightly hoarse voice, "I, how can I trust you?"

Old Jack let out a smoke ring and said slowly: "In this base, I am God, and no one dares to disobey my voice, so don't worry, these dog mongrels don't dare to trouble you." Besides, you have a gun in your hand, and although it is a small rush of the old days, it is enough to shoot anyone, including me. ”

"It's just that if you kill us all, no one will tell survivors like you what Shijie has become now. Old Jack added.

The barrel, little by little, left Hans's jaw. The latter had already sat down on the ground with his legs limp, and the first few miners hurriedly went up and pulled him down.

He sat up straight, with a miniature machine gun on his thigh. However, the muzzle of the gun is still facing everyone, maintaining a posture that it can be shot at any time.

Old Jack, however, seemed to ignore the machine gun, he walked up, took out his pipe and asked, "Welcome to the era of the end of Shijie, but no matter what, life has to go on." So, would you mind telling me your name, Survivor?"

Name?

To be honest, he can't remember. But he noticed that the hibernation chamber he was on was marked with the word "zero".

So, he looked up and said the name that would be sung by countless people: "My name is Zero"

"Zero" Old Jack muttered the simple name, noting that the man named Zero had a pair of eyes of different colors.

The left eye is pitch black, no different from that of an ordinary yellow person.

His right eye, however, is a dizzying golden color. Like a dragon's eyes, they look like the edges of the eyeballs are plated with gold, but they have silver lines. It's like his origin, revealing a mysterious flavor.