The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

Yan Luo opened his sleepy eyes, and a bullet passed right above the bridge of his nose.

"Holy shit, what's going on!" Yan Luo was shocked. The sound of bullets piercing the air, the sound of ammunition being loaded, and the sound of gasoline exploding could be heard in his ears.

"Am I not sleeping at home? Where is this? Is this a dream?"

He said this, but the bunker he was leaning on, the constant sound of gunfire in his ears, and the touch of the SIG SG552 assault rifle in his hand all gave Yan Luo a feeling of "this is the real world."

Yan Luo found that not far to his side, there was a gun-wielding man dressed similarly to himself, also leaning on the bunker, staring at him.

"What the hell, it's unimaginable. What on earth is that? Have you seen it?" The man with the gun gasped and said to Yan Luo. His tone did not sound like he was seeking answers, but just hoped that Yan Luo would Say something.

Yan Luo didn't know what the man with the gun was referring to, but judging from the fact that his current clothes were consistent with those of the man with the gun, Yan Luo judged that he and he should be in the same group.

Have I really traveled through time? Where is this? battlefield?

So what exactly is the ‘what the hell’ thing the man with the gun is talking about?

Yan Luo slowly looked out from the bunker. He saw a tin robot raising its arms and spraying flames continuously. Dozens of corpses were lying in the field, all burned beyond recognition.

"Brother, get down quickly, bullets are useless to it, don't let it die again." The gun-wielding man next to him quickly reminded.

Yan Luo quickly lowered his body and hid behind the bunker again, thinking: It's so real. I actually traveled through time, but where did I travel to? Why does that tin robot look so familiar? Could it be RoboCop? No, that's not right.

Is it

Suddenly, Yan Luo felt the temperature of the bunker behind him suddenly rise, and he hurriedly rolled to get away from the bunker. Then Yan Luo saw that the bunker was wrapped in flames, and then there was a 'bang'!

The bunker exploded, and a huge shock wave hit Yan Luo with steel fragments. At such a distance, there was no time to dodge. He only had time to cross his arms in front of him to protect his vitals.

The strong air flow directly flew Yan Luo away.

This world is too dangerous

Yan Luo lay on the ground, looking at the sky and thinking this, and then he saw the tin man flying straight into the sky from a sea of ​​fire.

He thought to himself: That Tin Man should be Tony Stark, the Iron Man of the future, and am I the one who traveled through time and became a terrorist?

Yan Luo's arms were covered with splinters, and he had completely lost all feeling, and he had no strength in his legs. At this time, Yan Luo's limbs were not strong enough to support him to stand up. Suddenly, a feeling of despair emerged. .

He has read many similar time-travel novels. Each time-travel protagonist either has superpowers or has a powerful system.

Not only did he not have these, he was also blown into a useless person at the beginning.

Sure enough, how can the real world be as beautiful and fairy tale as the novel?

Thinking of this, Yan Luo smiled bitterly.

"Brother, does it hurt?" The man with the gun limped up to Yan Luo and squatted down. He was holding an AWP sniper rifle in his hand.

"A bit." Yan Luo said with a wry smile. In fact, he didn't feel much right now.

"Okay, I'll finish you off." The man said, pointing the sniper rifle at Yan Luo's head.

"Wait, wait, what are you going to do?" Yan Luo was shocked, was he going to shoot me? What the hell, aren’t they teammates? Shouldn't you try your best to rescue me?

Even if you don't save him, don't do any last-ditch attacks!

"Of course it will end your pain, brother, you are already a useless person, and the organization will not spend useful money to maintain your useless life." The man's finger had already touched the trigger.

"Don't shoot, I don't feel any pain at all, I even feel a little comfortable." Yan Luo said hurriedly.

The man smiled and said, "I really admire you. Even at such a time, you still have the heart to joke. I think you will definitely be able to see God after you die."

As he spoke, the man pointed the gun at Yan Luo's temple and was about to pull the trigger.

"I still have a legacy. If I die, no one can get it!" Yan Luo said quickly.

This sentence successfully prevented the man from pulling the trigger.

"How many?" the man asked, lowering his gun.

"Five million dollars, if you send me to the hospital, I will give you half of it," Yan Luo said.

After hearing this, the man was not happy. Instead, he raised the gun again. He smiled coldly: "Brother, if you really had five million, would you join this business? Don't treat others as fools."

Yan Luo regretted it very much. It seemed that he was deeply poisoned by the novel and deceived an adult with a sound IQ as a fool. If he could be deceived, it would not be the Marvel world, but the so-called fairy tale world.

Just when Yan Luo was despairing and imagining what it would be like to be shot in the head by an AWP sniper rifle, a female system synthesized voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Yes, I activate, I choose yes." Yan Luo was nervous and happy, and said it three times in a row, for fear that the password was wrong.

"What are you talking about? Are you stupid?" The man didn't understand why Yan Luo suddenly said to himself, and pulled the trigger with doubts.

‘Bang’ sound.

The bullet did not penetrate Yan Luo's head, but was blocked by a layer of ice shell that quickly covered Yan Luo's body. With the power of the AWP sniper rifle, it could only crack the seemingly fragile ice shell slightly.

The man was taken aback, and an expression of disbelief suddenly appeared on his face. He asked tremblingly: "What is this, magic?"

"That's right, it's magic." Yan Luo was overjoyed. He understood that this move had already shocked this short-sighted terrorist.

The man was very panicked and hurriedly explained: "You know, I just wanted to help you relieve your pain, I have nothing else."

"You have no other intentions, I know, you just want to kill me." Yan Luo interrupted. "But it doesn't matter. You can go. I don't care. It's best to hurry up and don't force me to change my mind."

Yan Luo didn't dare to be careless. He hadn't fully grasped how to use this system yet. At this time, he hoped that the terrorist would leave here quickly and give himself time to become familiar with the system.

However, this man also had his own calculations. He looked at the slightly cracked ice shell and Yan Luo's still disabled limbs, all of which reminded people of whether Yan Luo was just at the end of his strength?

The man's inner struggle was intense. He was thinking, what would he do if Yan Luo regained his composure and later retaliated against him? Why don't you just take advantage of the moment and do it without stopping?

Finally, the man suppressed the fear in his heart, raised the AWP sniper rifle again, pointed it at Yan Luo's head, and pulled the trigger.

"go to hell."

Focusing a little more, the bullet hit the ice shell again with a strong impact. The location was still the same. The original crack was expanded again by the power of this shot, as if another shot could completely penetrate the ice shell. , crushed.

At this time, Yan Luo's brain was constantly being instilled with system operation teachings.