War Lord

"Give me a suitable distance, and the gods can also kill!" —Warlord? Zero

The dream is like a faded old photo, shrouded in yellowish colors.

"Hahaha...Come after me..."

"...Stupid...you have to come back alive..."

"What? Propose to me when I come back? I...I didn't say I want to marry you..."

"...Unless...you bring nine hundred and ninety-nine roses...then I will reluctantly marry you...hahaha..."

The silver bell-like laughter echoed in the dream, soft and cheerful.

The swaying white figure, like a lily in the wind, was tender and pitiful.

The face that couldn't be seen clearly, but a pair of clear eyes flashed. Whose figure is reflected in the gentle watery eyes?

"Li..." In the dream, he gently called out a name, but did not respond.

As before, the dream gradually disappeared like bubbles, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep for an unknown period of time.

This time, however, something unexpected happened.

In the hazy, he seemed to hear some other sounds.

"...Damn...I thought I could find any baby, it turned out to be a stinky man!"

"Hahaha, Hans. Didn't your boy get hungry and thirsty even for men? I've heard that the thirteen-year-old boy from the Lombard family was once **** by you."

There was a burst of unbearable laughter.

"Shut up! Be careful I stab your chrysanthemum. However, this kid looks pretty beautiful. I haven't gotten a good-looking man from the old days, so I can't say that I can open the chrysanthemum today."

In the laughter, he suddenly felt that something touched his body.

A signal was sent from the depths of consciousness immediately, and dozens of data were immediately transmitted to all parts of the body. I don't know how long the body has been in deep sleep, which gives him a rusty feeling, but his movements are only about 5 percentage points slower than in his heyday. The body first moved 30 centimeters horizontally, and then suddenly sat up, habitually scooping his hand to the right, a cold metallic feeling came.

Raising his arm, he carried the cold and heavy object upwards. He didn't slowly open his eyes until the touch of the real thing came.

After a brief period of discomfort, his eyes gradually focused, and he saw a wretched face. Judging by his brown hair and pale skin, the opponent should be a white person. And now, the owner of this face, his chin is held by a shiny black barrel, and the complex expressions of fear and anger are intertwined in his eyes.

"Oh my God, he woke up."

"Hey, kid. Let go of Hans, or we will be rude to you!"

Chaotic voices came from behind the white man, and his gaze passed over the "hostage" in his hand. It was a dozen men dressed as miners, with black and white skin colors, and even two yellow men. They have weapons in their hands, if shovels and copper hammers can also be called weapons. There is no doubt that they targeted him with these tools that can show violence.

He was silent, the chaotic picture in his mind could not sort out what was called memory. He doesn't know where he is now, who he is facing, and even he doesn't even remember who he is. Faintly, there was a picture of wearing a straight military uniform passing by in his mind.

Perhaps, he is a soldier, right? maybe!

This is an unanswered question, but even in his thoughts, his hands are as firm as cast iron. The black barrel of the miniature automatic machine gun in his hand has not moved even one millimeter.

Anyone can see that this miniature machine gun can instantly shoot Hans's head into a hornet's nest.

With the barrel of the gun, Hans was already wet with sweat. The hateful thing is that, let alone moving, he didn't even dare to change his posture to make him stand more comfortable. That would cause misunderstandings from the other party, and then in the next second, hundreds of bullets would turn his head into a rotten balloon.

After this confrontation lasted for a minute, Hans's legs were already shaking. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of hand, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the various races that surrounded him retreated to both sides, and an old man walked in.

This man is obviously of two different classes from the miners.

He was wearing a ragged leather jacket and a gray-blue tweed checkered shirt underneath. The lower body is a pair of oil-stained jeans, and a pair of black military boots are on his feet. This kind of match is naturally nondescript, but compared with these undressed miners, it is quite different.

The old man talked about a pipe, his eyes gleaming like a serpent, and he wandered around him and Hans unsteadily. Finally, he said in a deep voice: "Let him go, survivor. You can use a gun, which is good, it shows that you are a fighter. My old Jack is lacking talents like you, fighters like you, no You have to care about a dog like Hans, don't you?"

Despite the gun being held against his chin, Hans' eyes still flashed with spite. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

He spoke, in a soft, but slightly hoarse voice: "How do I trust you?"

Old Jack spouted a smoke ring and said slowly: "In this base, I am God, no one dares to violate my voice, so you can rest assured, these **** dare not trouble you. Not to mention you have a gun in your hand. Although it is a slight impact of the old age, it is enough to shoot anyone, including me."

"It's just that if you kill us all, no one will tell survivors like you what the world is like now." Old Jack added.

The barrel of the gun moved away from Hans's chin little by little. The latter fell on the ground with his legs weakened, and the first few miners hurriedly went up and pulled him down.

He sat up straight, and the mini machine gun was placed beside his thigh. The muzzle was still facing everyone, maintaining a posture that could shoot at any time.

Old Jack seemed to turn a blind eye to the machine gun. He walked up and took out his pipe and asked: "Welcome to the end of the world, but no matter what, life has to go on. Then, would you mind telling me your name? ,survivor?"

name?

Honestly, he can't remember. But he noticed that there was the word "ZERO" on the thing that resembled a hibernation warehouse where he was.

So, he raised his head and said the name that will be praised by countless people: "My name is...Zero..."

"Zero..." Old Jack chanted this concise name, and at the same time noticed that the man named Zero had eyes of different colors.

The left eye is pitch black, just like a normal yellow person.

However, his right eye is dazzling gold. Like the eyes of a dragon, it looks like the edge of an eyeball plated with gold, but with silver lines. It is as mysterious as his origin.