Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Ding! Duang! Dang!"

A series of sparks burst out from the hood that Dialect had just passed over, then jumped and bounced around.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Dialect kept gasping for breath, holding a gun, and running forward non-stop, the mechanical reptiles behind him kept firing, bullets, shuttled over Dialect's head, and then left behind on his cornea. A dazzling flash.

Here, we have already crossed the intersection, and we are on a road where cars are piled up. The dialect has successfully broken out of the encirclement before the machines have formed the encirclement.

The junk vehicle beside him provided him with good cover, but at the same time, it also slightly blocked his progress.

"Boom!"

A miniature missile pierced the night sky, and then planted one end on the vehicle next to it, blazing the sky, and illuminated everything around it red.

"Fuck!"

Dialect shouted cursingly, stretched out his left hand to cover his side, looked at the car in front of him blocking his way, and jumped over.

Scattered sparks pounced on his face from the side, with a blazing heat, making Dialect blink involuntarily.

"Bah!"

Dialect spit out a mouthful of phlegm and continued to run forward.

The flames generated by the explosion kept blooming around him, just like dancing with death, constantly wandering between **** and the world.

Dialect didn't know when he got used to this feeling, the feeling of walking on the tip of a knife and dancing in the fire of artillery.

At the beginning, what he felt was fear and hesitation, but now what he felt was a kind of stimulation, joy...

"Da da da!"

A mechanical crawler suddenly rushed out of the corner of the road ahead. Dialect's leaning forward body stopped instantly, and then he swung to the side. At the same time, he raised the anti-equipment sniper rifle he had been holding to level it.

"boom!"

With the flames from the muzzle, Dialect got up and continued to run, pulling the bolt at the same time to put the next bullet into the chamber.

"Boom!"

Another miniature missile exploded not far ahead, and the originally congested vehicles were thrown to both sides. Dialect covered his head with his hands and rushed over.

Without hesitation, without pause, without thinking...

Everything is a subconscious reaction. What he most wants to do now is to rush to the side of the aircraft, or in other words, play with these mechanical reptiles for the remaining few minutes.

Just like a bow and arrow that is off the string, from the moment he was discovered, there was no chance to turn back.

But who is to blame, who asked him to kill himself?

"Ding! Duang! Dang!"

The shooting of the two mechanical reptiles continued, the red fire was also blooming, and a white light began to appear in the sky. In this deadly city of Tianfu, a figure was running towards the front. , leap over, then dodge...

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

In the lungs, there seemed to be a flame burning, and the blood in the whole body was churning, constantly hitting his heart.

"Boom!"

The light of the fire shone on his face, and he once again jumped over a scrapped car with his arms, without a trace of fluctuation on his calm face.

Gunpowder smoke, mixed with traces of blood, seemed to stay on his face forever.

The bullet, hitting the old car, and then being blocked by steel, changed direction, like a naughty child, constantly running around in this block...

The destination seems to be close at hand, but at the same time, the road ahead is getting harder and harder, and more and more mechanical reptiles are chasing behind.

Above the sky, a few small shadows also began to appear, and then they got closer and closer, and the dialect glanced up. After bypassing a truck, he stopped immediately, and then stood on one knee and used his shoulder to hold it. butt.

"Huh...huh..."

The breath began to slowly stabilize, and the surrounding fire continued to shoot out explosions, and there were bullets flying above, but these had nothing to do with the dialect at the moment, and the voice began to become blurred...

"Distance, 1500 meters, wind speed, 4.7 meters, ballistic correction..."

A series of messages flashed in his mind, and the muzzle of the gun was constantly adjusting its direction, and then stopped. Looking at the shadow in the scope, he pulled the trigger decisively.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Gunshots rang out, followed by fireworks blooming in the night sky, extremely gorgeous.

"Crack!"

A bullet shell jumped out and wiped the dialect's cheek, bringing a fiery breath.

Looking around quickly, some small shadows began to appear in the surrounding sky. Dialect took a breath, looked at the distance left in front of him, and put away the gun he was holding.

"Don't let me come back someday!"

Dialect didn't know who he was yelling at, such as towards which mechanical reptiles and flying machines were chasing after him, or towards this era.

After a short pause, he picked up his footsteps again, and the bombed car behind him was still burning ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ bullets, still flying overhead.

……

"boom!"

A gunshot different from a machine gun sounded again, and the fireworks also bloomed in the air again. Dialect swiped the bolt, retracted his gaze, and continued to run forward.

1000 meters is the safety line he sets for the aircraft in the sky.

Even though the speed of the aircraft will slow down due to the proximity of the battlefield, at the same time, the limited bullets and the threat of mechanical reptiles behind him prevent him from stopping for a long time to solve each aircraft.

Two bullets left!

Dialect thought, constantly observing the surroundings, the wreckage of the aircraft ahead was looming in the continuous firelight...

"No. 10957, request for weapon authorization, target human, threat level: A, coordinates: 1056.796."

"Authorization passed, coordinates: 1056.796."

"The WYTJP-1 missile has been launched, the number: 2."

On the other side of the city, less than 40 kilometers away, among the ruins, two beams of light suddenly flashed, reaching twice the speed of sound in an instant, and then cut through the sky, leaving an afterimage.

"boom!"

An aircraft fell from the sky again. Dialect looked at the wreckage of the aircraft in front of him and huddled behind a truck next to him. After thinking about it, he still carried the anti-material sniper rifle that shoots empty bullets behind him.

It's none of your business to frighten the children or something. Anyway, in the end, it's also the group of people from Guoan who died, you can't be a poor Taoist, right?

Turning his eyes to the front, the wreckage of the aircraft was falling on top of several scrapped cars, and the dialect smiled,

Who dares to say that I am trying to die? Isn't my bold idea about to come true?