Manual of Space-Time Interference

Just like watching the sunrise, different heights have different styles.

For the current dialect, it is shocking to see the city from the roof, but it is cruel to see it from the street...

Different from what happens in general crisis movies, there are no congested vehicles on the street, only sparse sedans and police cars that can no longer be seen.

The ground and surrounding walls were full of craters, huge stone walls fell randomly around, and the surface had turned pitch black.

Bullet casings were scattered randomly on the entire road, and not far away, a tank, perhaps it could be said to be two tanks separated from each other, was lying at the intersection.

On the street, there were no corpses or bloodstains, as if there were no people left.

This city was completely shrouded in silence, turning into an empty city, a dead city.

Taking a breath, Dialect tightened the rifle in his hand, raised his footsteps, and walked in a random direction.

Without a map, there is no so-called destination. The only tablet that can determine its own location has been scrapped. Of course, that is when the tablet can still be used.

He doesn't know what the enemy he needs to face, nor the reason for this disaster, but judging from some phenomena he has come into contact with so far,

The country is defeated.

But there should still be some enemies left in this city, and they will definitely not be humans...

……

"Target found, quantity: 1"

"Execute the cleanup procedure!"

"The distance is 167 meters!"

"Threat Assessment: Low!"

"The engine starts! The weapon system starts!"

There was no sound, only code, and a tiny camera with red light. A machine lying on the ground made a few hysterical sounds. It stretched its robotic arm and stood up.

A reptile similar to a spider, but it is made of cold steel, with some bullet holes left on it, and the parts on its body are also old and different...

Terminator?

Dialect thought standing not far away.

The sound, even if it was small, was very abrupt in this dead city. As early as a few sluggish sounds came out, he turned his head and looked here.

However, this machine is impossible to answer his question. It has no emotions and is just steel driven by programs.

The muzzle on his back instantly pointed to Dialect, and the breath of death began to surround him.

No matter how sluggish you are and how many thoughts you have in your mind, the dialect will react in an instant.

"Da da da!"

A barrage covered the area occupied by the dialect just now.

"The target moves, recalculates the motion trajectory, recalculates the motion trajectory!"

Huo Tong kept moving in the direction of the dialect, but was evaded by the dialect's sensitive tactics.

"The threat level is rising, weapons are being loaded!"

"Boom!"

A soaring fire flashed at its original location. Even though Dialect had already made an evasive action, it was still thrown into the store by the air wave.

"The target disappears, the heat capture is switched, and the target reappears!"

Continuous data is passed through the connection line, and then collected on the most central CPU. After the calculation is performed, it is fed back again.

"Da da da!"

The machine gun on his back began to roar again, and several miniature missiles were fired.

"Bah!"

Dialect spit out the dust in his mouth and ran directly to the back. There was a gap in the walls on both sides, which should have been made in the war a long time ago.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A loud noise erupted in the store behind him, and the surrounding walls began to be torn apart, revealing holes one after another, and Dialect's back was thrown out as if he had been shoved violently.

"Fuck!"

The dialect lying on the ground cried out unwillingly, hammered the ground with his hands, stood up again, and kept running towards the front.

From birth to the present, dialects have never been so suffocating.

It's like an upright contest between an adult and a kindergarten child. The current dialect is that kindergarten child.

One side is the machine, the other side is the body, even if he fires a few shots without fear of death, the mechanical reptile may not have anything to do, and the machine gun over there, as long as it hits him, it will be a hole.

Although there are still a few lumps on the body, this is a grenade, not a time bomb, and it still needs to be triggered manually. It is estimated that when I throw it, a micro missile will come over.

"Buzz...buzz..."

A vague voice began to sound in the store behind him. Dialect didn't look back, spread his legs, and ran forward desperately.

"The target reappears, calculate the motion data!"

"Da da da!"

A familiar voice began to sound, and the dialect jumped to hide behind the obstacles piled up by cement and steel bars.

Dialect breathed a sigh of relief, there was a slight tremor behind him, and a lot of rubble jumped out and hit him on the head.

"The target disappears, the heat capture is switched, and the target reappears."

The mechanical crawler began to move in the direction of the dialect, and at the same time switched to the thermal energy capture perspective.

The gunshots disappeared briefly,

Dialect shrank his body and lifted the muzzle out, watching the mechanical reptile not far away fire a few shots, Mars began to burst on its body, but the advancing mechanical arm did not stagnate.

"Da da da!"

The powerful firepower sounded again, and the dialect shrank his head instantly, and several bullets flew past his scalp.

My special mother's ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ what exactly is fighting!

Dialect thought, hunched over and continued to run forward. He didn't want to fight back now. He just wanted to find a chance to throw the lump on his body, or escape from this damn, mechanical reptile. chase...

The light of fire kept blooming beside Dialect, and death seemed to be within reach.

If it weren't for the good concealment provided by the collapsed walls around him, perhaps now he could really say goodbye to this world.

Infinite ammo?

Dialect thought, turning around again, the flames appeared at the position just now, he stumbled, and continued to run forward.

"boom!"

A loud bang sounded from the end of the street.

Although the voice behind him still sounded, the light produced by the bullet piercing the air beside him disappeared. Dialect was stunned. After running to a wall in front, he raised his head slightly to look at the position of the mechanical crawler.

"The body is damaged, the self-check is in progress, the balance system is damaged, the weapon system is damaged..."

The red light in the tiny camera began to disappear, the sound of gunfire slowly stopped, and the whole machine fell to the ground again.

"Huh!"

Dialect breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look behind him, where the loud noise came from.

"piu!"

Another crisp voice appeared, and Dialect subconsciously raised the gun and aimed in the direction of the bullet.

nobody……

"piu!"

There was another gunshot, but it was closer to him.

Dialect was stunned for a while, but smiled bitterly, pointed the muzzle of the gun to the ground, retracted the chamber, removed the magazine, raised it, and signaled that he was not malicious, and then walked forward step by step...