The world is not right [rebirth]

No, this is the longevity.

The vague memory seems to touch a certain key point. After opening the gate, those colors and details are instantly filled into the phantom, the green mountains surrounding the shooting range, the surging river passing through the mountains, and the birds flapping their wings and landing on on the branch.The child sitting on his father's shoulder looked depressedly at the book that fell because he couldn't grasp it firmly, opened his mouth and shouted, "Brother Changsheng," just like what happened in his memory.

"Yingbao." The 13-year-old said to the six-year-old boy.

in reality.

Gong Shi was looking at the Changsheng.

Five years ago, he was seconded to another special sharp knife unit for a few months because of a special mission. It was only after the mission was completed that he was told that all his comrades in the same company had died in a fire, and there were no bones left.

It is said that a research accident led to the fire. The fire burned down the research institute, the attached family building, and the nearby company's garrison, and hundreds of people were buried in it.

However, as a soldier in the National Secret Forces, Gong Shizheng can certainly perceive the suspicious points in the accident report. The biggest suspicious point is that the most fire-resistant building has countless safeguards, and at least twenty soldiers are stationed day and night. The research institute was completely burned down by a fire like this.

His doubts were not answered until a few years later, when Chang Sheng, who was supposed to have also died in the fire, became an internationally renowned dangerous terrorist, and the information was distributed to him.On the computer screen, Na Changsheng glanced at Gong Shizheng through the color pixel photo with gloomy eyes. On one side of the photo was information about Na Changsheng. In the superpower column, it was specifically described as high temperature and high explosive flame manipulation.

"Why?" Gong Shizheng asked, "The research institute has never used any bad means against you. Whether it was the project leader at the time or the researchers who participated in it, I can confirm that they have extremely high moral qualities in personal relationships." Man, many researchers love you as their own child, what dissatisfaction do you have—”

Gong Shizheng took a step forward, and then ran like a lion, rushing towards the Changsheng.

"—Why on earth did you kill them?!"

That Changsheng didn't answer, but raised his two guns.

"Bah!"

Tang Su, who was onlookers, was dumbfounded.

He is born with good physical fitness, great strength and quick response. He can quickly learn such things as martial arts and learn from one another. Although he has never said it, Tang Su is a little proud of fighting.In the fighting class at the base, he can fight one against three with those students, and against most of the instructors, he can not lose the wind within 5 minutes.

And Instructor Gong belongs to the other small group of instructors that he can't beat. Every time Tang Su pounces on him, he will be thrown flying in less than three seconds.He kept smiling and didn't care about this, because he felt that the gap between himself and Instructor Gong came from experience, and basically there was not much difference.

Until he saw the battle in front of him.

That Changsheng's spear technique can be described as pointing and hitting, as if the bullet has eyes, but even a superpower like Nachangsheng, as long as his superpower is not telekinetic, he can't change the bullet's escape. From that moment on, the trajectory cannot be changed.

In other words, if you carefully observe the muzzle of the gun, you can judge the trajectory of the bullet before it is fired, and then avoid it.

But this is just a theory. It takes no longer than a blink of an eye for a bullet to hit its target. At this time, the order from the brain to the limbs may be just a bunch of currents running along the nerves, let alone Said to make an evasive action.

At least Tang Su knew he couldn't do it.

Gong Shizheng can.

It seems to be repeating the scene of Changsheng confronting Major Jiang Hai on the fourth basement floor of the Chinese Super League nearly a month ago. It was only a month ago that Changsheng used bullets to force Major Jiang to retreat. This time, it was Changsheng who was shot by Gong Shizheng. into the flames.

The man as tall as an iron tower had to make a detour in the face of a bullet that the human eye could not catch up to. However, he was still moving forward during the detour, his body leaning forward and galloping against the ground. Gong Shi was pulling out a double blade from his arm strap saber.

He split the air like a sharp blade, and came before the immortal.

The falling knife slashed on the hot gun barrel, and Gong Shizheng, who was unable to take a blow, raised his elbow without hesitation, pointed his elbow at the opponent's chest, and rushed into the Changsheng's arms like a sharp knife!

Tang Su opened his mouth wide and watched Chang Sheng fly out.

Gong Shizheng, whose sanity still exists, did not rush forward. He took out a handful of Red Star Five-Nine Type from under his ribs with his empty hand, and the extremely penetrating bullets flew out chasing that Changsheng. Within a few seconds, the seven bullets in the bullet clip The bullet had already been emptied, and the brass casing was automatically ejected, clanging and rolling on the ground, turning into a pool of glowing red liquid under Tang Su's gaze.

"..." Tang Su.

The former killer remembered his burnt RPG rocket launcher, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The steel-cored bullets and shell casings that were fired had the same fate. In the flickering flames, Changsheng stood up clutching his chest, smiled and said to Gong Shizheng: "Instructor, if you are only teaching fighting skills, don't shoot."

He slowly changed the magazines for a pair of Type [-]s in his hand, raised the muzzle of the gun again, and said, "Let's do it again."

Hallucinating.

The time fragments intertwined with those memories changed several times, and finally stopped at a certain day when Zhao Ying was 13 years old.

That night, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother were working overtime, and no one was at home except Zhao Ying. However, the boy in the first year of junior high school dug out a stack of colorful comic magazines from under his bed in a sneaky gesture. The most popular ones.Apparently, besides the great tomes, Zhao Ying also likes this kind of magazines that parents don't like, but boys of the same age love.

But these magazines were not Zhao Ying's goal today. He groped under the bed again, and finally found a small iron box. After opening, there were envelopes and letter papers inside.

13-year-old Zhao Ying has a pen pal, whom she met through a dating page in a comic magazine.

One day ago, Zhao Ying received a letter from his pen pal in the school communication room. He planned to write the reply letter to the other party while his parents were not at home.

But within a few minutes of picking up the pen, he stared at the words written by his pen pal on the letter paper and fell into thinking.

When his pen pal asked him about his ideals, 13-year-old Zhao Ying bit the tip of his pen and glanced over a row of hardcover editions of Hugo's works on the bookshelf. Without any hesitation, he wrote on the letter paper: A novel that everyone wants to read and become a great writer!

The little boy puts more emphasis on the exclamation point to express his firmness.Just as he was about to continue writing, he suddenly felt a slight shaking of the ground.

earthquake?

He subconsciously looked out the window and saw red clouds rolling in the sky late at night, and the research institute where his mother worked was surrounded by a sea of ​​flames.

It was at this time that the roar of the explosion reached Zhao Ying's ears. He dropped his pen in disbelief and climbed up the window sill. His brain was completely blank and he couldn't realize what happened.

His murmur was barely audible amidst the explosions.

"mom, Mom, Mom?"

in reality.

When a person with superpowers confronts an ordinary person, it's simply a trick.

Because of the provisions of the "Super Power Use Management Law", Tang Su, who would endanger the spiritual and cultural heritage of mankind, was prohibited from using super powers, and those ordinary-level super powers he had seen in the Super League Committee, because super powers were basically useless, All of them look like ordinary people.Therefore, Tang Su never had the idea that people with superpowers are superior to others in the past.

As a result, tonight he saw the instructor Gong who looked like a cheater in his eyes met the Changsheng who was really cheating.

Being sent flying by Gong Shizheng seemed to trigger some kind of switch on Changsheng's body. He didn't use his superpowers in the previous battle, and he no longer retreated. The tongue of fire rose again, and sparks jumped and landed on the concrete floor, and they burst into flames as soon as they landed.The little sparks quickly connected into a piece, and continued to spread forward.

At first, Tang Su didn't realize the purpose of Changsheng's actions until Instructor Gong got the first shot.

——The gradually spreading sparks encroached on Gong Shizheng’s space to avoid the bullets. Those who could not directly rush into the fire would soon be forced into a small corner by the surrounding fire wall. At that time, whether they would be burned to death or be killed Shoot to death, it depends on Changsheng's mood.

Na Changsheng, who emptied the bullet clip again, stopped walking forward.

"I'm too lazy to kill you again and again, instructor," he said, "this time we have to make a real end."

Tang Su, who couldn't understand what this psychopath said at all, turned his head, grabbed his teammate who was stunned for no reason, shook his shoulders, and shouted: "Zhao Ying! Zhao Ying! Zhao Ying, if you don't wake up, we will serve as roasted whole lambs It’s over, it’s over, it’s over! Roasted whole lamb is not delicious at all, I don’t want to become a roasted whole lamb! Wake up and write a fire extinguisher for me!!!”

Only the dead would not be able to wake up from such shaking. Zhao Ying blinked slowly, and the black irises reflected a large area of ​​golden flames.

...It was the same as the flame in my memory just now.

The 13-year-old Zhao Ying was horrified to find that the research institute where her mother was working had become a black shadow in the raging fire. The next moment she heard the click of her own door lock, and Zhao Yan, who was wearing black and gray trousers with sparks, opened the door and stood at the door. Shouted: "Yingbao!"

"Dad! Dad!" Zhao Ying stumbled out of his room, "Mom... Mom, she..."

The crimson flames had already spread into Zhao's house along the corridor, and the choking fireworks poured in together. Zhao Yan scrambled and scrambled to extinguish the sparks on his body, panted and hugged his son, and was about to turn around when he heard footsteps.

"Instructor, I'm very sorry about my aunt." A figure stepped on the flowing flames from the corridor to the door of Zhao's house. "In short, thank you for taking care of me these years."

The man raised the gun, which was the gun that 13-year-old Zhao Ying was most familiar with and his father's favorite - the Chinese-made May [-]th style big black star, and aimed the gun at Zhao Ying.

"What's going on with Yingbao!" Zhao Ying heard her father shout, "Come at me if you have the ability!"

then……

...and then the gunshots.

Feeling that his father's body lost his support and fell on him, the child whose blood spattered half of his face softened and sat on the floor.

The man who was regarded by Zhao Ying as the brother next door was wrapped in flames and walked in front of 13-year-old Zhao Ying.The scalding muzzle of the gun in his hand, exuding the breath of fire, was only a fist away from the center of Zhao Ying's eyebrows.

"I don't want to do that either, Yingbao."

The young Na Changsheng hesitated, "However, if I don't kill you, you will kill me."

in reality.

Standing in the firelight, Zhao Ying couldn't tell which was illusion and which was reality, trembling all over. He groped his scalp and found the uneven scar left by the bullet.

"Ugh..."

"Zhao, Zhao Ying?!" Tang Su stammered and asked, "Can you speak, speak?"

Zhao Ying raised her tear-stained face.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"