The bad premonition in his heart came true, and when he saw that his wife, who was always kind and patient to him, and always had a smile on her face, now had only a dead head, the short-haired man collapsed on the spot.
He staggered to the dining table, knelt on his knees, tears pouring out uncontrollably.
"Lisa. Lisa" the short-haired man repeated "Lisa" inarticulately. He wanted to reach out and take his "wife" into his arms again.
But the outstretched left hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
His remaining sense told him that the virus might remain in his "wife's" blood, and if he came into direct contact with it, he would most likely be infected.
!!
Realizing this, the short-haired man was extremely upset and blamed himself
Why!
Why is the last conversation with my wife filled with complaints and irritability!
He even had the urge to point the Remington's gun at himself and kill him all at once.
But he still endured it.
Because he still has two daughters whose whereabouts are unknown, it is necessary to determine their current status!
The short-haired man regained his energy, quickly ended his kneeling position, stood up quickly, glanced at his "wife" with a look of reluctance, then held the Remington in both hands and began to search the first floor of their house.
But as soon as he arrived at the living room, he heard a slight movement.
"Ah...! Ah...! Haha...!"
"."
The short-haired man's expression was extremely solemn.
Then, after confirming that the Remington was loaded, he steadily walked up the steps to the second floor and walked towards the room where the sound came from.
It's the eldest daughter's bedroom.
Standing at the door and looking into the bedroom, he saw a scene that made a father extremely heartbroken...
Several crazed men of different ages were doing indescribable, extremely bloody and violent acts to his eldest daughter.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Ahh!!!"
The short-haired man's patience reached its limit, and he had no choice but to vent his anger and pain with heart-rending roars, and by constantly pulling the trigger and pulling the bolt.
"When~...when..."
Finally, the sound of bullet shells rolling and bouncing was left in the bedroom.
"Haha~...Father, come quickly...Haha~..." and the daughter said something heartbreaking in a weak tone.
The eldest daughter, whose body was broken, with almost no intact part of her body, and a "cross of blood" on her face, raised her hands to "call" with difficulty.
My daughter, who is obviously in her prime and will be able to go to college in half a month to start a new chapter in her life and enjoy her youth, has now become so "unbearable".
"It's all Daddy's fault...Daddy's fault!"
Even so, the short-haired man still loved his daughter deeply and took all the blame on himself.
Moreover, the symptoms displayed by the blood cross were no different from those of "zombie". He was not sure whether the infected people could be cured.
Seeing that his daughter was dying but still looking highly excited and crazy, the short-haired man hesitated for a moment, then raised the Remington in his hand and pointed it at his daughter, and also tilted his head slightly, unable to bear to look directly at her:
"Teresa, daddy will end your pain now, and then go to find Lina. If Lina also... well, stop saying those unlucky words, daddy loves you."
After saying that, the short-haired man's whole body was trembling, especially the right index finger that was about to pull the trigger, as if he was using all his strength.
finally.
He closed his eyes tightly and pulled the trigger.
but…
The expected gunshots were not heard.
?
Surprised, the short-haired man opened his eyes.
When he looked at it, he realized that there was no stinking room filled with corpses, nor a dying and crazy daughter. Instead, there was only endless darkness and cold nothingness.
!!!
The short-haired man couldn't even sense his existence, as if... only his consciousness, or soul, was floating in this unknown space.
Fear, confusion, and the pain of losing a loved one seem to be infinitely magnified.
【Charles Horton.】
Just when the man with a buzzcut named Charles Horton was about to collapse, a row of his name appeared above him.
Immediately afterwards, more words reappeared, and the outline of each word exuded a cold, yet very gentle golden light.
They are scattered randomly at first and then quickly regrouped:
【Do you want to change the status quo? Do you want to save your daughters?
whether.】
What's going on?
With Holden's knowledge, he simply couldn't understand the rows of writing and what this void space was, and his brain couldn't make a judgment in time.
【pickup,
Jiu,
eight…】
Suddenly, on the right side of the query, another string of "words" that he could not understand, which may be Chinese characters, appeared one by one in a rhythmic manner.
It's obviously a countdown.
Holden immediately recovered from the downtime, and seemed to have fallen into a swamp or quagmire. He grabbed the branch that someone stretched out and tried his best, shouting:
"Yes! Yes!! I want to save them!!!"
[Received.] After receiving a positive reply, the golden light handwriting changed again:
【Binding...
Binding completed, number 016.
Transmitting...]
??
As the words continue to change and Holden continues to be confused, the void space he is in is rapidly collapsing...
In other words, some kind of shadowless and invisible force is forcibly "drag[ing]" him, leaving the void space at an extremely fast speed, and performing the so-called "teleportation".
———————
…
Shortly after…
【Transmission completed.】
"Where are we?!"
"Maybe in... the train?"
"How can a train be so wide?"
As his vision gradually recovered, Holden also heard words and languages with various accents, and it seemed like there was some kind of "self-service translation" that allowed him to understand what everyone said.
Wait until the visual field returns to normal.
Holden saw that he was in a spacious but airtight space. It might be because of the dark red lights on the metal deck, bulkheads, and a row of lights above, as well as the occasional shaking and stumbling, which made everyone around him guess.
Here's "train".
Mention the crowd.
Holden looked around and made a rough count. At least one hundred forty or fifty people were gathered here.
And there is still a lot of space left in the "train car", otherwise some people would question whether this is a train after all.
At the same time, just as Holden had guessed that he had a "self-help translator", the races, skin colors, clothing, etc. of the people around him all had different and "characteristics".
Like him, he was still dressed in trousers, a shirt, and leather shoes, holding a Remington in his hand that failed to relieve his eldest daughter's pain.
In addition, there are soldiers with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, upright faces, wearing four-leaf camouflage uniforms, and holding bullpup rifles.
The military uniforms, equipment, and weapons are all extremely expensive, and the "dump truck" of the helmet is even equipped with a four-eye night vision device. At first glance, he is the elite of the special forces.
Whether they are police officers, doctors, high-ranking officials, celebrities, or even terrorists wearing headscarves, white robes and simple chest hangings, it can be said that typical representatives from all over the world have gathered together.
Seeing this, even though he is an adult, as a game nerd, and Holden who usually likes fitness and pays attention to military and science fiction, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
Because he, and the people around him with different identities and occupations, can be teleported from their original positions to here in an instant, which means that someone who controls the luminous fonts...
Something that is absolutely unimaginable.
"Everyone! We shouldn't be on the train."
At this time, a muscular man wearing a peaked cap backwards, tight-fitting short-sleeves with an "H" logo and jeans, and a gun holster and magazine clip on his waist, used a loud voice to cut off the noise of the crowd.
I saw the muscular man in a half-crouching position, touching the deck with his left hand in a professional manner, and continued to explain: "There is no impact on the joints, no friction on the rails, and it cannot be a ship. If I guessed correctly, we should be on
On a transport plane.
As for the model…”
The muscular man said, stood up again, looked at the cabin roof and bulkhead, shook his head and said: "I can't tell, but what I can be sure of is that the specifications of this transport aircraft are definitely far beyond all the models I know about, maybe
It is a cutting-edge product produced by a large country."
"Well, I have the same view."
After the muscular man finished speaking, he received the approval of the four-eyed elite.
"." The camouflage soldiers, on the other hand, were too young and did not have much experience, so they just remained silent and frowned tightly.
"I don't care if this is a transport plane! I want to go back! My mother is still being tortured by those lunatics!!"
"Me too! My girlfriend was also killed by a group of lunatics!"
"Is this a variety show prepared by some program group? First everyone goes crazy, and then they kidnap me? Isn't it interesting! I want my lawyer and agent!"
Soon, the roar of venting reverberated through the entire cabin again.
But at this moment, Holden was no longer as heartbroken as before, but remained silent and observed.
First of all, he can confirm that the people gathered here are all from the same earth and universe, and have experienced the outbreak of the Blood Cross.
Secondly, these people are also confused as to how they "teleported" here.
Holden turned his attention to the muscular man. Just by looking at the calm aura of the man, he knew he was a "big boss". He might have participated in some secret operations, performed black missions, and might have dealt with "supernatural" incidents.
【Notice.】
Golden fonts suddenly appeared above the cabin, and at the same time, a metallic and emotionless female voice began to announce as the fonts emerged:
[Hello, fellow reincarnators, welcome to the first trial venue. Soon, a sergeant from this universe will explain to you the enemies you will face.]
?!
Reincarnator?
Trial venue?
"What is this! What are you doing!"
Hearing this, the male star who previously clamored to see lawyers and agents, and whose skin was whiter than women's and looked like straw, still firmly believed that this was a "spoof".
but…
"Boom!" The golden flame burned violently.
"Ah...!" The echo-like wailing echoed through the cabin.
Everything happened so fast, the star was still doubting one moment, and was burned out the next.
[Also, all reincarnations, please understand the truth, that is, the reason why you were selected is because within thirty minutes of the original world, you will die from attacks, accidents, suicide, etc.
In short, everyone is technically dead, so please keep quiet.】
!!
Seeing this, everyone including Holden and the muscular man looked shocked.
Through the scene just now, it is shown that the "person" who spoke is not a dead thing, but a being with intelligence but no emotions.
Once you violate the rules and flout the status quo, the other party will eliminate you without hesitation.
After understanding this, the cabin fell into a deathly silence, and no "pioneer" dared to take risks anymore.
[Everyone, the goal you need to achieve in the first trial site is very simple, which is to follow the sergeant of that world and the troops to which the sergeant belongs to arrive at the mission location, and persevere until the end on your own.
After completing this goal, you will receive corresponding points and rewards. The points can be used to purchase corresponding props, weapons and equipment in the mall, and even special skills that are regarded as magic, illusion, and fairy magic in your universe can also be used to improve you.
physical fitness.
You can read the details by yourself.
After receiving points and rewards, everyone will be instantly teleported back to the place where they disappeared.
Please rest assured that the speed of time in this universe is different from the universe you are from, so you don’t have to worry about the injuries of the people you care about.
I also need to remind everyone that if you successfully pass this trial, there is a certain chance that the reward items distributed will contain props that can save you and your relatives and friends.
So for yourselves and your loved ones, please try your best to live until the end.
Note: You can open the interface of the mall and personal information according to your subjective consciousness.】
After the emotionless being finished speaking, Holden discovered that at some point on his right wrist, there was a thumb-width, completely black bracelet.
Seeing this, Holden no longer speculated or guessed, but couldn't wait to open the shopping mall and personal information.
Then, a holographic screen was generated in front of Holden, showing dazzling thumbnails, and his physical fitness, status and spirit were also presented in the form of data.
Looking at the "TPS-land combat power armor", "M56 smart machine gun", "nano-powered exoskeleton (flying type)", etc., Holden just felt incredible.
When he switched to the "Props" column, he was initially attracted by "Super Soldier Serum" and "Te-036 Pharmacy (Dangerous Goods)", but when Holden saw the thumbnail of the "Nano Serum" injection, and
After the relevant introduction, the whites of both eyes immediately became filled with red bloodshot eyes.
Because the nanorobots contained in the nanoserum can effectively alleviate various injuries to the human body, and can also help the immune system eliminate all microorganisms harmful to the human body within 20 to 70 minutes...
is everything!
If the points can be exchanged for nano-serum, then his eldest daughter can still be saved!
"Shua~——!"
The sound of a metal gate opening.
"Ouch~!!"
And a different kind of unhappy roar, interrupting Holden and everyone else's thoughts.
They all looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a "non-commissioned officer" who was at least 2.4 meters tall, wearing dark black power armor, with three red lines on his helmet, but his skin was light gray, and had a four-petal mouth.