2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

When Chang An came to his senses, he found that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Recalling the scene just now, it actually made him feel relaxed about surviving a disaster.

On one side is Captain Xing, who has accumulated great prestige over the years. Not long ago, he didn't even blink when he killed the dignified captain of the South Vietnamese Chaofanke Brigade. On the other side was the grumpy old man who had just used his ultimate move to turn a few kilometers around into scorched earth, and his combat power was monster-level.

If these two people had a conflict in the car, Changan would find it difficult to spend the rest of his life completely.

Fortunately, not long after the argument started, Xuemei Ye jumped up and sat on Yan Muyun's lap without saying a word. She gave him a big hug despite being covered in dust, and then the situation was stabilized.

Sacrifice yourself for the sake of everyone.

Xuemei Ye is truly a heroine of the new era.

But it's a bit strange to say that although the beautiful girl throwing herself into his arms is indeed very lethal, the effect of this move on Yan Muyun seems to be a little too good.

After being hugged by Ye Buyu, this guy's temper changed from a lion to a rabbit almost instantly. No, to be precise, it should be more docile. After all, rabbits will bite when they are anxious. But that guy felt more like he had become the Christian God of the old times. Even if he was slapped on the face, he would turn the other cheek as if nothing had happened.

In this slightly cooling atmosphere, both sides took a step back and finally reached an agreement.

Ye Buyu took the initiative and proposed that Yan Muyun would no longer be allowed to take action at will. The other three of them would be responsible for dealing with the seriously injured shapeshifter, and then Yan Muyun would deliver the final blow.

After what the other party said, Xing Xiuxian seemed to have no reason to refute and could only acquiesce to this plan.

...

When the float vehicle landed at the entrance of the village, the sky was already white.

This is a very lively village. Except for the main road into the village, which is paved with concrete, the other side streets are paved with stone slabs.

Smoke curls from brick and stone huts in the distance, and chickens and dogs croak in nearby farmyards. The scenery appears peaceful and harmonious in the early morning mist.

The fog made the mossy stone slabs wet and slippery when walking on them. Slender green grass blades and unknown small yellow and white flowers poked out from the gaps in the stone slabs. Even if you accidentally step on them, don't worry, just lift your feet and these flowers and plants will return to their original state.

"What do you do?" An old man carrying a hoe stood under the tree and shouted in South Vietnamese.

"Special Branch, there may be alien species around your village, we will deal with it." Chang'an responded in South Vietnamese.

After all, it is a special bureau stationed in other countries, and there is still training in local languages. At least every commissioner must master some basic terms that can be easily communicated with local people.

The old man nodded and pointed in the direction: "That's where the guesthouse is."

"I know, I've been here before, thanks." Chang An nodded.

In the center of the crowd was a gray-haired old man with a goatee and a thin but tall figure. He was sitting on a large bluestone, dancing and talking. Although his body was stained with dust and grass blades, and he looked a little embarrassed, his eyes were bright and energetic, and he didn't look like he was in his sixties at all.

"Yes, of course." The old man chuckled and said, "Normally no outsiders come to this village. If I guessed correctly, you should be from our Chinese Foreign Affairs Bureau, right?"

The people around him consciously moved aside, and Yan Muyun could only take a few steps forward calmly.

For example, the guest house in front of me is relatively clean, but its conditions are really poor.

"No problem, just leave it to me." Yan Muyun agreed simply.

There were four beds in one room, and the bedding had a musty smell. Most of the old wooden tables and chairs had their paint peeled off, and you could barely tell they were originally white.

"Those in my family also heard the sound last night. Such a loud movement, they thought it was an earthquake, but they didn't expect it to be a meteorite."

The Special Branch usually carries simultaneous interpretation devices when they go out in the field, and this time was no exception. Chang'an had already issued one to each of the four of them before entering the village.

"I want to trouble you with something..." Old Man Liu put his hands on his knees and stood up from the bluestone. Only then did Yan Muyun realize that the other person was about the same height as him.

If there is an unlucky village where alien species appear during non-patrol hours, the villagers can only rely on the villagers to resist and stall for time while waiting for support from the city.

Yan Muyun nodded in acquiescence.

In the bathroom, Yan Muyun turned the switch to hot water. As a result, most of the ash on his body was washed away. The water from the shower was still cold, which made him a little regretful as he wanted to take a hot shower.

Although this earphone-like device did not allow them to communicate with the South Vietnamese without any barriers, it at least allowed them to understand what the other party was saying.

"...Let me tell you, the meteorite last night was really not made of stone. It was so big that it fell from the sky and hit the ground with a loud bang. It was very scary. I was sitting on the motorcycle at the time Come on, I was so startled that I lost my grip on the handlebars and fell into the ditch. Fortunately, old man Liu, who is over sixty years old, is still strong and has no arms or legs missing. I climbed up and walked for two or three hours before walking back. Unfortunately, the car and medicine could only be left there..."

Yan Muyun pointed to the simultaneous interpreter in his ear, indicating that he was not a local.

None of the people from their Special Branch received this kind of treatment when they entered the village early in the morning. What happened over there?

"Are you also from China?" Yan Muyun was a little surprised.

...

"Young man, where are you from?" The old man raised his chin.

Before the old man could finish speaking, the people around him had already started to comfort him.

After all, Old Man Liu is basically responsible for the fact that he fell into a ditch while driving in the middle of the night...

At this moment, he suddenly heard some noise coming from outside.

But it is conceivable that the hardware facilities of this kind of guest house are definitely uneven. Stationing in different villages is like opening a blind box, and it is difficult to open a living environment that satisfies everyone.

Since he had nothing to do, Yan Muyun stepped forward to join in the fun.

When I walked out of the guest house, I saw a lot of people gathered at the entrance of the village.

"Can you and your teammates please bring back my motorcycle and the medicine on it?"

"Chinese?" This time the old man spoke standard Chinese with a strong Chenjing accent.

After Yan Muyun took a shower, changed his clothes, and ate something casually, it was almost noon.

Old Man Liu pointed at his dirty clothes and said with a wry smile: "I went to the city to purchase medicines and came back. I stayed in another village not far from here last night. I wanted to leave early this morning and go back just in time for dawn. After all, there are still a few patients waiting for me. You should have heard what happened just now. Most of the people in this village are old men and women, and there are not many young people. I can only ask you. ”

Chinese officials can send special bureau commissioners to be stationed in the village on a rotating basis, but South Vietnam does not have enough manpower, so it can only ask the relevant departments in the city to increase the scope and frequency of patrols outside the city.

At this moment, the old man, who was called Dr. Liu by the people around him, suddenly lit up his eyes, spotted Yan Muyun in the crowd, and waved to him.

Around cities in China and South Vietnam, there are not many villages that have been preserved for various reasons.

"Yes, Doctor Liu, please take a good rest and we can just go get the things."

If there are traces of alien species around the village, you can choose to report it and let the city send people to guard it for a period of time until the alien species is found and eliminated. Therefore, most villages will set up special guest houses for the use of relevant departments when they are stationed.

"Dr. Liu, you're fine."