I can't believe it's you every time [Quick Transmigration]

Yu Hui, when a jeep approached on the horizon, the city gate was about to close. The jeep rushed into the city before the gate closed, and went straight to the Seventh Army's garrison - high walls and iron gates, heavy buildings, straight soldiers holding guns, several people showed their IDs and After the license was issued, the iron door was slowly opened.

There is a hole in the sky behind the door, and the rigor and majesty of the army rushes towards the face. The more you go to the center, the more serious and serious it is, reaching the situation of three steps, one sentry, and five steps, one post. Anyone who comes here dare not be presumptuous.

The vehicle drove for a long time, and when it stopped, there were several bungalows in front of it. Several men stood on the open space in front of the bungalows, looking at the car parked in front of them seriously.

The door of the jeep opened, and a foot wearing military boots stretched out, a small white and smooth calf beyond the scope of the military boots, followed by a coat covering the knees to block the obsessive gaze.

The hem of the clothes fluttered slightly, the corners of the mouths of the people who got off the car smiled lightly, and the seriousness of the man in the open space relaxed unknowingly.

At this time, the person standing at the door of the car has a beautiful appearance and a clean expression. This description is really a unique existence in a troubled world, and even in a peaceful world, you may not meet one or two.

Not only because of this person's appearance, but also because of the person's feeling - it is as cold as spring water, and the person who looks at him is as if his whole body has been washed with clear water, feeling extremely refreshed.

Several men got out of the car one after another. Kelly smiled at the people at the door and introduced: "Dylan Louis, the boss's family."

"Dylan?" The leading man chewed thoughtfully, and looked at Yan Zigao with the word 'Chuan' frowning between his brows, "Second Lieutenant of the Second Army, is the commander going to play big this time? "

Being with this person is enjoyable, but also annoying.It would take a lot of effort to protect this young man in troubled times.

"Playing big?" The person leaning against the door gave a wicked smile, deliberately distorting the meaning of the words, "It looks quite small, whether it is an adult or not is a question."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward lazily, with one hand in his pocket and the other outstretched, tilting his head and said, "Little guy, I'm Ben. I'm glad to see such a lovely person like you."

Yan Zigao looked at the pale hand in front of him, it was the kind of white that never sees the sun, one can imagine how long this person has not seen the sun.

"Ben, nice to meet you." Yan Zigao shook hands with him politely.

The man who frowned into a 'Chuan' asked a few words and planned to arrange a room for Yan Zigao, but Kelly stopped him and led Yan Zigao directly to the handsome room.

Dashuai's room is the one in the middle of a row of bungalows.

Looking at the room under the light, it is very simple, with a bed, a table, a few chairs, and a large bookshelf, which is full of books. Yan Zigao stood at the door with hesitant feet, and his clear eyes lingered in the room. Finally, head towards the big bookshelf.

Yan Zigao walked around the big bookshelf, seemingly admiring the quaint bookshelf, but actually carefully checked whether the doors and windows were closed tightly with the end of his eyes.

After that, he stood in front of the big bookshelf and reached out to remove the hair tie that bound his hair.

The hair rope in his hand can be rolled away, Yan Zigao unfolded it, and the thick round hair rope turned into a flat strip of cloth, and the inside of the cloth strip was densely filled with words!

Yan Zigao folded the cloth strip carefully, took out a heavy book from the bookshelf, sandwiched the cloth strip in it and put it back to its original place, carefully removing the traces of his own movements.

For the sake of caution, he also took out a few other books from the bookshelf, flipped through them casually, and put them back where they were.As he put the last book back in its place, a book swept by his tail caught his attention.

What caught his attention was a book that looked like it was written with a pen. When he got closer, he found that this military diary was really written with a pen.

Yan Zigao held the book, and the six words on the cover hit his heart directly - Military Records. Dels.

Judging from the handwriting, the person who wrote this book must be an arrogant, talented and resolute person, but Yan Zigao's pupils dilated, and he wished he could paste it on the book. When he checked with a microscope, the handwriting was uncle's!

Dels, it's really Gongjingxun!Yan Zigao's hand holding the book was trembling with excitement, and his heart was full of certainty.

After all, in this chaotic world, everyone is working hard to live to see the sun of tomorrow, who the hell has the energy to imitate another person's handwriting, and use this handwriting to write a book that can be used as a pillow?

Yan Zigao sat on the chair, slowly opened the front page with his slender hands, and while slowly reading, a sense of excitement about spying on Gong Jingxun's life spread throughout his body.

Surprisingly, the excitement became more and more intense, and soon became so intense that Yan Zigao couldn't sit still, lying on the table with his eyes slightly closed, the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded.

Yan Zigao, who had passed out, lay prone on the table, breathing slowly and heavily, and his eyelashes trembled occasionally.

But at this moment, the closed door quietly opened a gap, and a gust of wind blew in from the outside, lifting the hair on Yan Zigao's cheek...

On the playground, the celebration fireworks were burning, but Frank’s soldiers were surrounded by many people in black clothes from the outer circle. The blades in the hands of the men in black reflected the moonlight and shot directly at the soldiers’ eyes. draw the gun.

However, before their hands touched the guns, they were already decapitated.

The sickle of the man in black flew out quickly, scraped across his neck, and then spun back into the man in black's hand.In an instant, the heads of the soldiers on the periphery flew high, and blood spattered out.

Under Frank's order, the soldiers in the inner circle pulled out their guns with pale faces. Although they clasped their hands tightly and aimed at the man in black, they still shook like a sieve.

Because these men in black are like Shura from hell, they can only smell the breath of death, and what is even more frightening is that this breath will only make others die.

"Shoot!" Frank watched the farce sullenly, giving the order in annoyance.

Frank has always been the backbone of the soldiers, and his calm and ruthless orders played a soothing role to a certain extent. Once he gave an order, there were endless gunshots on the playground.

However, the frightening thing is that it is hard to see anyone falling down because of being shot!

When the wind picked up, the sky over the playground was filled with darkness. From a distance, it looked like there were many bats flying up and down. But when you got closer, you found that it was a person—the man in black!

When the gunshots sounded, the black-clothed man was as light as a swallow, moving freely between the bullets, and each ups and downs would harvest the heads of several soldiers.

The weird body technique turned out to be the mysterious C country martial arts!

Dels watched with satisfaction that the celebration flame in the middle was extinguished by the wind. When he raised his eyes in the dark, his eyes were as if quenched with blood, and his blood-red eyes stared straight at Frank.

Frank felt a dangerous aura attacking from the left side, fierce and overwhelming!

Instinctively, he quickly aimed his gun at the bearded man.

"What is the general doing?" Dels sat on the chair, his eyes were bloodshot, and he drew the gun from his waist without any threat. "You think you can kill me?"

Frank ignored his contemptuous attitude and didn't talk to him, and directly pulled the trigger with tense fingers.However, Dels did not dodge at all when the bullet was fired, and even took the initiative to take a step forward, raising the gun in his hand at will and firing.

The two bullets headed towards each other, and the bullets sparked when they collided in the air. Frank's bullet melted in the sparks and collided, but Dels' bullet did nothing, and even went straight to Frank faster and harder!

At the very moment, a figure ran out of the chaotic crowd, quickly threw Frank down, rolled on the ground, and led Frank to submerge in the crowd.

The corner of Dels' mouth hooked: "Interesting."

The hand holding the gun hangs casually by the side of the body, and walks towards the direction where they disappeared. Every step is like the arrival of death. The soldier blocking his way was bumped up by an irresistible force. Already lifeless!

"De... Dels?" A soldier looked at him in astonishment, stuttering in shock, and when the last sound fell, his head had already splashed out.

Obviously, Dels still looks like a slovenly, slovenly man, but at this time his aura is that of the god of death on the battlefield, which makes one's heart tremble, and the road he has traveled is already a bloody road.

The sand on the ground has been stained dark red by blood.

Dels walked along this bloody road like a walk to the rough room behind the toilet.

Raton who rushed over looked at the Shura field in front of him, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak. What happened when he went to pick up the comfort women?Did Dales act?

"Dels!" Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Dels who was walking towards the blank house, and Raton called to stop him.

Seeing Dels stop, Raton walked far away from the sea of ​​killing people, and they didn't seem to want to move him.

"What's going on?" When he touched Dels' blood-red eyes, Raton couldn't ask the question full of stomach, and finally condensed it into this sentence.

Laden went to the training camp to pick up the comfort women, but none of the comfort women were found, and Jenny disappeared.When I rushed back, I saw that the celebration party of drinking and eating meat had turned into Shura's purgatory, and Dels, who was disguised as a rough man, had completely changed his aura, as if he had turned on the killing mode!

In just a few minutes, an earth-shaking mutiny took place.

Without responding to him, Dels glanced past him and walked towards the blank house.

Something is wrong!Is this really Dels?

Regardless of whether Dels exposed the traitor's identity actively or passively, even Dels's original face is just arrogant and wanton, doing whatever he wants.

This kind of Dels seems to have been stripped of personality elements. I don't know what was stripped away, but what can be predicted is that the left 'Dels' is extremely cruel and has a strong desire to destroy.

When they looked at each other just now, Raton felt that there was a crazy beast in his blood-red eyes, and only killing and blood could appease that beast!

Could it be...the death instinct?The leader in charge of destruction and killing.

Then the relative is stripped away, which is the life instinct.

If so, where did the life instinct go?

Raton's eyes were serious, and after realizing something was wrong, he couldn't keep his calm expression any longer, and hurriedly followed him.

But Raton discovered that Dels's natural instinct, which was missing, appeared in a place that no one expected——the headquarters of the Seventh Army garrison!

Yan Zigao, who was lying on the table, felt a feather passing behind his ears, making him feel numb.