*Smack!*
Old Yao held the steering wheel with one hand and lit a cigarette for himself.
After slowly exhaling a cloud of mist, he glanced at everyone in the rearview mirror.
"Heh, that's disheartening, isn't it?"
"On the defensive line, the night patrolmen are fighting tooth and nail, but in their eyes, we're just useless..."
Old Yao smiled, his voice very soft.
Time will prove that the night watchmen... have lived up to their expectations!
Gu Ning spoke calmly.
She grew up with the old director and inherited his ideas.
"What good will it do to prove it? By then..."
"We'll all turn to dust, nothing will matter anymore."
Old Yao smiled calmly.
This was the first lesson he taught these greenhorns: don't think that night watchmen are heroes.
Don't think you'll be a hero.
Reality……
It's a hundred times more brutal than what's described in novels.
The atmosphere inside the car suddenly became extremely oppressive.
"Haha, don't act like we're so great. It's kind of depressing, like we have a moral burden."
Suddenly, Xu An smiled and spoke calmly.
"I'm here to find Sister Nu. Some of them are here to earn mission points, and some are here for other purposes."
"Did anyone take on this mission specifically to protect civilians?"
Xu An smiled.
He knew that Lao Yao meant well and was giving everyone a heads-up, which would benefit everyone.
Of course, after the preventative measures were taken, it was up to him, as the team leader, to boost morale.
Otherwise, the following tasks simply cannot be carried out.
"Hahaha, Brother An is right, we're headed straight for the mission point!"
"Damn, I was almost convinced I was a hero, and you're telling me I'm not?"
"That's right, we all have our own purposes, so let's not pretend to be so noble."
Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere returned to its previous lively state.
Old Yao silently glanced at Xu An in the rearview mirror, his eyes full of admiration.
I vividly remember that their captain told them the same thing when they went on their first mission.
only……
Those guys, they all talk about how much they value their lives more than anyone else, but when danger actually comes, they all rush forward one after another.
"Damn it... at his age, he's still crying..."
Lao Yao secretly wiped the corner of his eye.
The scene before him in the car seemed to overlap with his distant memories at this moment.
There seemed to be no road ahead.
But Lao Yao floored the gas pedal and sped straight over.
Suddenly!
At the end of the road, something seemed to ripple, like water.
The next second, a completely unfamiliar scene appeared before them.
Broken roads, collapsed high-rise buildings.
Everywhere you look, you can see the terrifying footprints of huge, unknown creatures.
Mutilated corpses littered the roadside, while vultures circled overhead, emitting unpleasant cries.
The air was filled with a putrid stench.
The entire Twin Towers area was shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere.
"That was... the barrier created by the boundary stone, wasn't it?"
Xu An asked a question.
"Yes, it was rearranged after the Twin Towers District fell."
"There's no road ahead, we have to get off and walk."
Seeing the collapsed and broken road, Lao Yao had no choice but to stop his car.
As soon as we got out of the car, the stench became even more pronounced.
The abandoned car by the roadside was filled with corpses that had been gnawed and were unrecognizable.
Their faces still bore expressions of terror; in their last moments, they were desperately trying to escape.
Along the roadside trees, some animal, I don't know what it's like, hangs corpses on them, their intestines ripped open, their entrails hanging down, swaying in the wind.
"vomit!……"
Li Xingxuan and Gu Ning, along with the others, vomited violently on the spot.
Both the smell and the scene before their eyes had exceeded their psychological capacity to bear it.
"Hell... this is what it must be like."
Master Li couldn't help but sigh softly.
“Brother An, I finally understand why the spiritual energy revival is called a cataclysm.”
"This...this..."
Cao Meng's voice trembled as he gripped the dagger tightly in his hand.
Old Yao chuckled, "Much more exciting than the trials you guys went through, right?"
"Do you think that the revival of spiritual energy will be like in novels, with exotic beasts roaming everywhere and divine birds flying all over the sky, and then you will ride your mounts to slaughter your way across the land, become famous throughout the world, and ascend to immortality?"
"Newbies, you are only the protagonists of your own lives, not the protagonists of this world!"
As Lao Yao spoke, he lit a cigarette and drew his knife from his back.
"Hey Lao Yao, what time is it? Can't you say something nice?"
"When a person dies, the bird flies to the sky; if they don't die, they live for ten thousand years. Just do it! Who cares about being the main character or not?"
Cao Meng spoke fiercely, but his actions betrayed him as he hid behind Xu An.
In the ruins not far away, something could be vaguely seen moving about.
The night sky is dotted with stars, and the full moon hangs high in the sky.
An unidentified bird suddenly swooped down, but before it could get close, it was killed by Cao Meng's flying knife.
A river roared past, its roar echoing through the night.
Xu An remembered that the river wasn't this big before the Great Cataclysm.
The bridge over the river has long been washed away, and even the bridge piers have been submerged and disappeared.
"Build a bridge!"
Xu An said in a low voice.
"I'll do it."
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