Sanctuary 32.

By Veronica Ruiz

In 2059, before a nuclear war breaks out in the Radiant Wasteland, the protagonist finally learns that he is seemingly only 18 years away from October 23, 2077, when the nuclear war breaks out. A dull sound instantly came, and the entire cavern base shook rapidly, just like the appearance of a terrifying earthquake. A large amount of rubble

• Language: English
• Publisher: Colin Pearson
• Release date: Feb 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869253804

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Chapter 002 - Chaos

    For a retired soldier, hunting enthusiast, and veterans' association member, there's nothing as reassuring as a brand-new, still-smelling-of-gun-oil, easy-to-operate and violent Winchester 1887 shotgun, should danger arise.

    Of course, a wilderness survivalist, wilderness hunting expert, or senior member of a firearms association would tell you to add the modern smokeless powder 12-gauge shotgun shells, exclusive to the Winchester 1887, as a true close-quarter combat weapon.The 1887 can't withstand the rifling pressures of the smokeless powder 12-gauge shotgun shells, but modern metallurgy has long since compensated for this biggest drawback.

    Oh, it's so hard to want to react but I really don't know what's happening in the world

    Carrying his beloved Winchester 1887, Lister stood in front of the sofa while breathing in a big gulp of air, adjusting his state to the war mode he was once in. While looking at the female host inside the TV screen who was still stumbling over her ridiculous remarks: Aside from her face and powerful body, it's really nothing. Liszt commented with full of malice.

    The gray fog outside the window had begun to fill in, and the entire sky outside the window seemed to be covered with a fine gray veil, while the faint sound of gunfire was likewise spreading in the depths of the city, and at the same time the sound of artillery bombardment that appeared from time to time all made it seem as if it were a thunderbolt that struck down from the sky.

    Hell, if this level of sound is judged correctly, the battlefield is estimated to be less than ten blocks away.

    Slightly squinting, Lester lightly came to the window close to one side of the wall, carefully poked his head out to look towards the outside, but the seemingly subtle gray mist is like a hazy morning fog, after a distance of several hundred meters, looking at the scene outside has been hazy, with Lester enough to be a sniper's good eyesight, but actually can't see it really well.

    A faint fishy odor came from the city, making Lister unable to resist sniffing gently, leaning against the hard concrete wall panel, but his face became more and more gloomy. This fishy smell permeating the gray mist was not the common industrial fishy smell within the city, instead it had a feeling that brought him back to the rainforest-like feeling in the early morning.

    There were still scattered pedestrians walking hurriedly on the street, and a police car was flashing its lights as it quickly swept past the street. Among them, Lester also saw quite a number of what appeared to be muckraking punks, in groups of three or five, armed with baseball bats and daggers, masked and trying to rob two single ladies walking hurriedly.

    The soldiers stationed in the city are coming over it seems I don't need to make a move.

    The afterglow saw more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers walking quickly over in the street, the 4a1 assault rifles in one's hand were already on their shoulders, all spaced more than two or three meters apart from each other, a standard urban combat team marching in tactical formation. Liszt also couldn't help but marvel, Surely well-trained.

    With the two single ladies shrieking, the team of soldiers had also discovered the nasty robbery in the front corner, and as a captain in the middle gestured, the two soldiers immediately raised the 4a1 assault rifles in their hands and walked quickly towards the front, seemingly wanting to wipe out the group of young punks in one fell swoop.

    But those punks looked pretty slick and experienced, and treated the troopers as if they were police officers who could be molested. After kicking the two single ladies down and grabbing their handbags, they heckled and laughed with each other and scattered towards the middle of the street. What's more, there were a few who ran for more than twenty meters and then raised their handbags towards the soldiers, laughing and saying some dirty words.

    These fucking guys, they're the ones who jump the most when things get messy.

    The faint heavy machine gun roar in the ear is ringing again, at the same time the citizens on both sides of the street that are still watching towards the bottom are also lowering their heads and closing the windows, all of them are cautious and cautious look. But Lester narrowed his eyes and looked at the group of punks who were still provoking the soldiers, gritting his teeth and cursing: If it's me, I'll just shoot the fucker.

    Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

    But his words of dark curses hadn't even been fully spoken in his mouth, a burst of crisp and intense gunfire instantly appeared on the street downstairs, causing his words to be violently clenched in his teeth and swallowed in his stomach.4a1 assault rifles erupted with a fine and deadly muzzle flame, and the dozen or so punks that had been there for more than twenty meters instantly collapsed to the ground in all within this short period of just three to five seconds.

    The 4a1 assault rifle as the classic of small caliber rifles, the continuous firing accuracy had perfect play in the hands of this group of professional soldiers. Almost with the crisp sound of the gun, the dozen or so punks who were still running some twenty meters away instantly fell to the ground, their whole bodies twisting and twitching, obviously all of them were shot!

    A shriek erupted from the surrounding buildings, but then they all disappeared without a trace, as if they had been suppressed by forcibly covering their mouths. And Lister, whose home was on the fourth floor, gasped deeply, he had already realized that the residents who were still watching from the windows had all disappeared, and at the same time fearfully pulled up the curtains of their own homes.

    Shots were really fired. Shots were really fired.

    Lister tightly gripped the Winchester 1887 shotgun in his own hand, the hard log stock gave him a few moments of inner calm, but looking at that one by one, he walked forward and drew his pistol on the group of punks fallen bodies, still one not falling in the act of replenishment of the gun, even if it made him, who had experienced a number of large-scale drills and two actual battles, couldn't help but grit his teeth and slowed down his voice: This fucking really shoots.

    The battlefield performance of the soldiers in the group at the bottom was as standard as a textbook. 4a1 assault rifles alerted teammates on both sides, all of which made Lister, who was a Marine, say he could hardly pick out any mistakes.

    But what really disturbed and shocked Liszt was also the fact that this group of soldiers did not hesitate to open fire, as well as dryly refill their guns. It reminded him of when he had fought on foreign battlefields, treating those brutal enemies with such unforgiving tactics But now, the ones they were shooting at were the people of this country, a group of children whose average age was not even 21 years old

    Damn it, what the hell is going on.

    Liszt will not be a mother of God's heart because of that group of roadblocking punks, but the unrelenting strong-arm tactics of that group of soldiers, as well as the words of warning in the previous TV program, made Liszt's heart more and more uneasy.1887 Shotgun, could not help but inhale a deep breath, This is the highest level, the whole city is under martial law

    Once among the troops, Lister had also heard others talk about the highest level of citywide martial law. The most direct indication was that the military had completely taken over the city instead of the city hall, and had imposed a curfew and all kinds of militarized management. One of the things that made Lester especially memorable was that in case of abnormal situations, the contact troops could handle the situation on their own without informing their superiors.

    . I would like to ask the general public to please take note. At this stage, the military has taken over and has imposed a curfew and a ban on movement. Please refrain from going out on the streets unless it is important, and the military is strictly investigating all crimes. If you are found to be aiding and abetting thugs, you will be shot to death.

    Just when Lester was silent, the original TV screen in the room suddenly showed the previous program, but countless messy snowflakes were flashing in it, and the image was not clear at all. There was also a heavily distorted voice playing in it, seemingly trying to warn of something, but before it could finish, there was only a snowflake image with a tweeting sound.

    Slowly reaching out and pulling the curtains closed, looking into the dimly lit room, Lester couldn't help but stand in the middle of the living room in silence. The feeling after getting drunk with his colleagues in the bar last night still makes his stomach and head a little hard to bear, and finding a few pretty girls also makes him hard to forget the charming fingertips until now.

    But in the blink of an eye Lester suddenly realized that the world might be a little bit off. The highest mode of citywide martial law, that weird hissing in the TV program. If it was really those thugs that arose from racism, then the regular military establishment that even had main battle tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, heavy machine guns, and helicopter gunships appearing one by one was simply a bit of an understatement.

    What the hell is going on in this world?

    Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Lister stood in a daze, but his face was somewhat hopeless. Especially thinking about the memories in his mind, Lister sat on his butt on the sofa and sighed with tightly clenched teeth, It looked similar compared to my previous life, but now I find that it's really getting different.

    That's right, despite his black-haired, black-pupiled appearance, Lister's slightly curly hair and that typical southern European face didn't look like they had the slightest China-related aspect at all. Except for his soul and mind, which had opened its eyes when the present one was first born, which, to put it in a more fashionable way, meant that it had traveled to the present world.

    Slowly gripped the hand of the Winchester 1887 shotgun Lester's face but not much fear of emotion, in his previous life had been a platoon leader, in this world of the Marine Corps also served as a company commander, commanded the field battlefield operations. But more let his mind and soul solid, but still accompanied him to this world, until now have not used many times of the gold finger Call of Duty system!

    Chapter 003. The Butcher of Paradise

    A subject matter that could only appear in novels was a situation that happened in reality for Lister. From the initial shock to the present bashfulness, Lester had also traveled for twenty-three years, and was already not surprised. However, after consulting a large amount of information, he realized that this world without Asia was actually not that far off from the world of his previous life.

    But what made him until now is also quite surprised, perhaps it is the previous life he once favorite a game Call of Duty also followed him to this world. And compared to his previous life that was just a simple mode of playing the game, this game system that followed him, surprisingly, has also become the most chicken finger in his twenty-three years of gold finger

    A butt squatting on the sofa, smoothly turn off the TV that has only snowflakes left, Lister gripped the Winchester 1887 shotgun in his hand tightly, the corner of his mouth is also showing a few points of helpless bitter smile: It seems that in this situation, how can it be possible not to kill people Looking at the brand new shotgun in his hand, Lister's eyes are also complex colors: The ability that was once not used on the battlefield is now being used.

    As a company commander of the Marines, he had experienced several real battles in the Mexican War, and the Call of Duty game system had saved him from dangerous situations more than once. Especially the most dangerous time, he and a squad of troops were surrounded by at least a company of guerrillas, thanks to the game system to redeem out of the ammunition, only to hold out until the arrival of the reinforcements, otherwise it is really unimaginable consequences.

    But this kind of redemption was not without a price, Lister could only gain points recognized by the Call of Duty system after killing an enemy. And only this kind of points could be exchanged for resources within the game system, whether it was bullets and medical kits, or various types of firearms, or even armed carriers and living soldiers

    But killing the enemy is equally symbolic of killing a living being, even as a professional soldier in both his previous and present lives, he couldn't be ruthless enough to kill all of his enemies on the battlefield. And even the current Lister, once on the battlefield, almost went to court martial for killing a prisoner.

    Otherwise, by virtue of the fact that Lester had led his troops to defeat the guerrillas many times, as well as defending the strategic points of the war, after his discharge from the army, he wouldn't have to come to a small automobile repair shop to be the most excellent automobile mechanic. He was once known as the Butcher of Paradise in the army, compared to what he is now.

    Butcher of Paradise huh, who would want to shoot those prisoners for ammo if they weren't cornered by those Mexican guerrillas I'm not some cold blooded executioner.

    Thinking of the title he once held inside the army, Lister's fists couldn't help but clench up tightly. However, his face remained incomparably calm, only spitting fiercely towards the side, shaking his head and faintly saying, Sure enough, after being discharged from the army for close to a year, it's no longer the peak it was back then either

    With the self-discipline of the will Lester can see its own state now, once Lester not to say three hundred meters on the target easily, even if it is the control of their own will is also quite hard. For example, like now casually spit behavior, in his view is already once too hard will regression.

    Ding-dong, ding-dong.

    The crisp ringing of the doorbell, however, instantly interrupted Lester's recollection, and also made him, who was crouching on the sofa, instantly stand up with a bent waist.1887 shotgun was already against his shoulder, and the black hole of the muzzle was also already aimed at the door of the room in front of him.

    Slowly moving his feet, Lister carefully avoided the front of the door, while the black muzzle was always aimed at the door in front of him, as long as there was any unusual movement, the 12-gauge smokeless shotgun shells that had already been filled into the Winchester 1887 Shotgun would blast the three-meter door into a sieve like a torrential downpour with his finger on the trigger.

    Mr. Lister, we are military logistics stationed in this neighborhood and have come to dispense your food rations for the day.

    The doorbell rang a few times, but Lister's silence made the person waiting outside the door seem a bit impatient, so he directly reached out and rapped the door of the room forcefully, making a banging sound. At the same time a rough voice came through the door of the room and said loudly, May I ask if you are home Mr. Lister, if you are not at home then today's food ration will be canceled.

    Military logistics oh thank you very much, I got that notice on TV once.

    Slightly contemplating for a few seconds, Lister lightly stepped quickly to the back of the wall, the solid and cold wall stabilized his mind a little. Previously, he had finally gotten the information about food rationing on TV, after all, it was the highest level of city-wide martial law, if there was no food rationing, I'm afraid that in the next few days, the hungry citizens themselves would have to take to the streets to produce demonstrations or even riots. It was a pity that his security door didn't have an observation hole, otherwise he would have been able to see who was really out there as well.

    Lester gripped the door handle with one hand and gently opened the door, but the Winchester 1887 shotgun in his hand was always under his arm, and the black hole of the gun was always aimed at the door. The seemingly hard security door couldn't stop a shotgun blast, and he knew, of course, that it couldn't stop someone who really wanted to come in.

    At least with the fact that Lister had once been in the Mexican battlefield, one kick could kick out an arc even in an iron door. And this kind of security door in the middle of the city made of iron and fireproof cotton, directly three feet can kick out a hole. As for resisting bullets or explosives, that really don't even think about it.

    Mr. Lister, I have to say you're really cautious.

    The door of the room slowly opened, and outside the door stood three heavily armed soldiers, the leader of which was still carrying a thick cardboard box in his hands, and looking at Lester's body that did not appear directly in front of the main door, he could not help but laugh softly, As expected, he was the Butcher of Paradise who had once made that group of Mexican guerrillas hate and fear on the battlefields of Mexico.

    The faint aroma of food coming out of the carton, and Lister also finally slightly put down the uneasy heart, out of the cover of the room door, the hand of the Winchester 1887 shotgun is still in the hands of the hand, swept the door outside the three soldiers on the back of the assault rifles, seemingly unintentionally casually said: The insurance is not even carded, it seems to have occurred in this riot, the size of which seems to be very big!

    Mr. Lister, you don't need to know anything extra for now, staying safe at home is the best option right now. Of course we'll have someone notify you if the need arises.

    The man handed the carton in his hand directly to Lister, looking at the primitive and ancient Winchester 1887 shotgun in his hand, he couldn't help but have a mocking smile on his face, This kind of over a hundred years old guy can need more maintenance and upkeep, it'd be a real shame to have less of one.

    That's very much appreciated, I've been taking good care of this thing, and there's only one shot to settle it, whether it's a wily fox or a cowardly rabbit.

    Carrying the carton in his own hand, Lister swept over the soldier's rank without leaving a trace, it was a second lieutenant. However, he looked up at the second lieutenant who still had a mocking smile on his face, and a similarly wide smile appeared on his face, especially as he fought the Winchester 1887 shotgun in his hand against his shoulder and laughed, If it doesn't work out, then we'll just patch up another shot on that beast.

    Wow, that's really great. Mr. Lister, I wish the Butcher of Paradise on the battlefields of Mexico was still in your heart.

    Letting out a cold snort from his nostrils, that second lieutenant's face also wore an expression that seemed like a smile, especially when he looked at the bright smile on Liszt's face, he directly led the other two towards the downstairs. And just as Lister wanted to close the door, he then suddenly raised his head again and looked at Lister and slowly said, Because as a retired soldier, in this case, Mr. Lister, you will be recruited at any time to continue fighting among the troops.

    Holding the door to his room, Liszt's face still didn't have much expression, he just looked at that Ensign and smiled slowly without saying anything before clanging the door to his room shut. While he carried the carton in place, he couldn't help but frown softly, It seems that things are really bad.

    He already had the worst intentions in his mind, but he now realized that it seemed that he had to continue lowering it partially in order to do so. Slowly twisting his head to look out the window at the thickening gray mist, his eyes but could not help but come to a corner of the room. It was a map of the world, missing Asia in he looked odd, but his gaze lingered at the top of the map, only to slowly say, Soviet

    The four English symbols of the giant c floated above the map, stretching from the rich Great Plains of Ukraine to the icy Siberia, and finally to the Bering Strait. That sickle and hammer were still held aloft in this world, and the five stars on that red flag still fluttered; this was the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, the country of the proletariat congealed in steel.

    The oil resources are all nearly exhausted, and the conflict between the Soviet Union and the United States is estimated to have arrived.

    Carrying the cardboard box to the sofa, Lister looked at the cardboard box wrapped with this day's food, he didn't need to unwrap it to smell the aroma of pizza and fried chicken. However, his head didn't function in the slightest because of the food in front of him, he just frowned tightly, his eyes looking deeply at that map, and murmured to himself, It can't be true that there's a war going on, can it

    Lister couldn't help but look at the electronic clock on the wall next to him, the date on it had already come to September 26th of 2059, a few years later than when he crossed over. But in this world where the Cold War demons still whispered and laughed all the time, it wasn't so easy and comfortable when he lived

    Chapter 004. The Vanishing Shot

    The pizza was a beef pizza, sprinkled with pretzels tasted good, especially the full portion, even Lester, an adult, could only eat just two thirds of it. But he could still sense that it should be a product of the pizza store on the corner street, a familiar flavor that he ordered one almost every day for lunch.

    Familiar flavor he let feel calm and quiet, at least drinking a coke, Lister's whole body is now slightly relaxed, if not looking downstairs. Just a short half an hour, right in the middle of this street, a troop carrier has driven a few times back and forth, just according to Lister's rough calculation, at least two regiments of troops drove through downstairs

    Two infantry squads were already stationed in the middle of the street and were still busy sandbagging the temporary fortifications. 1a2 Abrams main battle tanks were parked in the middle of the street, seemingly covering the construction of the fortifications.

    With that kind of firepower, urban combat can be a real luxury.

    Two Type 2 Browning large-caliber heavy machine guns have been set up among the sandbags, this 12. large-caliber machine guns are the strongest meat grinder in urban warfare.4a1 assault rifles, has completely made this six-meter-wide street, a horrible firepower network.

    And also counting a 120 smoothbore tank gun on the 1a2 Abrams main battle tank, a 7.4a1 assault rifle, all with grenade launchers mounted underneath.

    I guess it's just that a regiment of infantry coming here couldn't chew it up without heavy firepower.

    Sitting by the window, Lister quietly ate his beef pizza, but his eyes cautiously swept over the soldiers at the bottom of that building. The two infantry squads under the cover of the main battle tanks had already completed the temporary fortifications, and looking at the standard urban warfare fortifications, Lister couldn't help but grit his teeth in a slow voice and say, What on earth could make the army so nervous

    If it really was a Soviet invasion, I'm afraid they would have been notified long ago, or at least Lester, as a retired military man, would have long ago asked to report for duty, ready to pick up his gun and serve again. After all, a war between two superpowers in the Cold War was no match for the one-sided Mexican War that preceded it.

    And with the Soviet Union's terrifying torrent of steel, if a war did break out, the civilians in the city would demand to go to bomb shelters or refuges. After all, the Soviet Union in this world was not far from the Soviet Union in the previous world, and the horrible bombers, tanks, artillery and even nuclear bombs would be fatal to their small city on the east coast.

    Click.

    Just as Lister was gazing at the fortifications below, the lights that were originally on in the room unexpectedly went out instantly.1887 The shotgun had also been subconsciously gripped tightly in his hand. He didn't make too much noise, just carefully moved a few points towards the corner of the wall, but didn't leave the window side either.

    Lester, who had once experienced life and death on the battlefield, of course knew that the height of a four-story building wasn't a problem as long as he was careful, and when it came to real danger, the narrow hallway might not be a good place to go. On the contrary, if he was ruthless enough to just crash through the glass and jump down, it might be able to save his life.

    Outside the window of the gray fog at some point has been more and more dense, and even let Lester naked eye toward the outside, the bottom of the street has also been foggy no longer can not really see. 1a2 Abrams main battle tank headlights open, only to see the shadows of the soldiers in the patrol defense.

    Damn, has the power system gone out too?

    Before the beef pizza in his hand was finished, Lister threw the remaining two pies into the middle of the box, and he carefully went to the bedroom to move the quilt and bed sheets to a corner by the window, and improvised a floor bed. He wasn't too alarmed by the power outage, if there was a real enemy, it was really normal for the power system, which was vital for a city, to be interrupted.

    Half lying on the floor bunk, Lister closed his eyes to put himself in the middle of a semi-resting state. The sound of gunshots in his ears seemed to be a little clearer, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. As a former soldier, he knew that if he rashly left the house at this time, in the midst of such a big fog, he was afraid that the chances of being accidentally killed would be even greater.

    He wouldn't dare to try whether the group of soldiers underneath who were heavily armed and didn't even put their rifles on safety directly would shoot first before saying anything when they couldn't really see in the fog. At least when Lester was stationed in Mexico, even if he encountered a vague black shadow in the middle of the night, no matter whether it was the enemy or not, he firstly was a magazine of bullets over and then said.

    Leaning against the wall, Lester slowly cradled the Winchester 1887 shotgun in his arms next to the coke and beef pizza, for him today might just pass with such vague uneasiness. There was also the sound of occasional gunfire in his ears, sometimes sporadic, sometimes as furious as a downpour, and even in the not-so-distant moments when he'd lost his eyes and closed them in contemplation, the roar of a tank's main gun had rung out in the mix.

    Lester, still able to sleep peacefully, had carefully changed the furniture arrangement in his home. Right in front of him, the wide TV screen and low table blocked his entire body, and it wouldn't be too obtrusive. Even if someone burst in, they wouldn't have to worry about being found out, they would just assume it was due to the original layout of the room.

    Last night's hangover was still present within his body, and the alcohol content of a bottle of vodka and two cases of beer had his head spinning now. And after carefully straightening the covers underneath him to make sure he wouldn't be the first to see himself when someone burst into the room, Lister carefully curled up in this corner and drifted off to sleep.

    Outside the window of the gray fog more and more filled up, the street on both sides of the distance of more than ten meters can only see a rough outline, although the sun in the sky at this time should have been high, but with the black thick clouds blocking the sunlight, will be the East Coast of the small city, as if it is a thin veil.

    But after the power system was paralyzed, the whole city was plunged into a dimness. Many police cars and military vehicles were running back and forth on the streets, and at each street intersection, tanks and sandbags had taken over, and a large number of heavily-armed soldiers had been firmly stationed there, standing by in the gray fog.

    Even the occasional street, a number of infantry fighting vehicles and tanks, as well as the accompanying infantry have formed an armored patrol, any suspicious target and then did not respond to their first question after the immediate aftermath brought a series of gunfire. And looking at that situation, even if it is the surrounding houses blown to rubble, they also do not hesitate to

    Of course, Lester was not really aware of all this, he was just quietly curled up in the corner behind the TV set, his breathing was calm and long, without the slightest snore coming from him. But his body was still curled up with a little stiffness, not his whole body relaxed, this is the battlefield needs to be vigilant, as long as any abnormalities he can instantly wake up. And this shows that Lister, in his sleep, has already returned to his former battlefield habits.

    Time passed slowly, and Lester woke up a few times in his sleep, but nothing out of the ordinary appeared except for the sound of machine gun fire that still vaguely appeared in his ears. But he this time he opened his eyes instantly, carefully rolled behind the television, alertly held his Winchester 1887 shotgun, and endowed his back against the wall to catch his breath.

    Just now, right in the middle of half-sleep, a weird hoarse hiss came from outside the window. The reason that really made Lister feel uneasy, and his whole body had a sense of being caught in the frontline tension, but it was still the sound of gunshots outside that had completely disappeared. The original sound of gunfire that was still faintly visible, at an unknown time, had actually disappeared as well.

    Oh, that's terrible. It's just so unsettling.

    Lister twisted his head to look out of the window, only to find that the street that was still vaguely visible as an outline in the gaps of that door curtain had been reduced to a thick fog and a disturbing dimness. Looking at the fluorescent watch hanging on the wall, Lister couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, At the time of four o'clock in the afternoon, it looks like an even worse darkness is just around the corner.

    Night symbolizes not invisibility, but fearful darkness. Once on the front lines of the Mexican battlefield, when Lister led his company in a hill factory, it was often the darkness that was the most anxiety-provoking over a three-day period. Especially if you don't have enough vision, chances are the enemy has touched you extremely close and you know nothing about it.

    The original vague sound of gunfire, though vaguely disturbing, could still be detected as a sign of a battle being fought by the troops in the city. But the sounds of gunfire, which had now disappeared, had only one indication that the battle had ended. Or rather, this originally fierce battle had come to a temporary end due to the defeat of a certain party.

    But from Lister's experience, the cessation of machine gunfire and the roar of the tank guns indicated, without a doubt, that the military was fighting on the downside. Squinting slowly, Lister carefully rose to his feet and bent forward in a half-curl, able to guess that the downward battle had perhaps abandoned the neighborhood.

    Dang, dang, dang.

    Tiny and rhythmic knocking sound came at the door of the room, and originally had come to the living room right in the center of the Lister was as swift as a conditioned reflex half crouched down, the hand Winchester 1887 shotgun has been tight against the shoulder, aiming at the side of the slow exclusion of breath, and did not immediately respond to the knocking sound outside the door.

    Chapter 005. Monster with Horns

    Who knew what exactly was appearing outside, and based on the hissing sound that Lister had previously discovered in a TV program, coupled with various horror movies in his previous life, he could now be said to have been careful to the extreme. Having come to this world in a blur, he didn't want to lose his life again in a blur in the middle of this small town that he hadn't even lived in for a few years yet.

    He hadn't enjoyed a lot of good things yet, and it would be a real shame to die in a blur. Moreover, the current Liszt wasn't sure if he would return to the previous world if he really died in this world. If not, then dying would really be in vain.

    Hi, Mr. Lester, are you there, please?

    A few more light knocks came on the door, but the subtle tapping even sounded like it wouldn't wake up even a sleeping person. There was a slight pause outside for a few seconds, but the knocking didn't continue, just a muffled voice coming through the door, I'm John who works as a fitness counselor on the second floor, a former Ranger, we worked together on the Mexican front.

    John.

    Lister inside the room couldn't help but faintly stare, of course he knew the blonde, rather popular with young women John on the second floor. And although their friendship was not considered as a good friend or something like that, they were able to speak by the reason that they had once worked together on the front line of the Mexican battlefield, slowly swallowing his spit, Lister gently leaned towards the thickness of the room's wall while also softly answering, Hello John, although it's nice to see you, I think you'd better clarify the situation.

    Ohhhhh God, I praise you from the bottom of my heart, this is like a light in the darkness. I knew it, Mr. Lister you are really at home.

    John at the door seemed to be quite agitated, and even he couldn't help but raise his voice slightly, but he apparently noticed his lapse and quieted down and waited three or five seconds to find nothing else out of the ordinary before he said slowly, still with his voice pressed down, It's me out here, and my neighbor Jack, the Albin on the first floor, all coming over here to see you to discuss our situation.

    Listening to the sound from outside, Lister, who had his whole body stuck behind the door, pondered for a moment, and still slowly opened the door of the room. With the opening of the gap, the three figures walked in carefully bending their backs in the dimness, especially with that light-handed appearance, fearing to make a little noise.

    Jack Albin if memory serves, you all seem to be out of the U.S. Army.

    Even though he had been coming here for almost a year or so, Lister still didn't really know these guys downstairs very well, and had only occasionally gotten to know them when he heard them introduce themselves. However, at this time, he looked at the three people in front of him, and eventually placed his eyes on the blonde John, nodding slowly, That's really good.

    After rigorous military training and having been honed on the battlefield, they were more adept at dealing with such situations than ordinary civilians. After all, military training gives them a strong body and reflexive actions, while the battlefield also brings them the will not to be afraid of danger.

    At least compared to the average civilian, in a critical situation or a real soldier can be trusted. At least when it comes to the enemy and danger, this group of rigorously trained soldiers, play a role than the average civilian do not know how many times This is his experience in the Mexican front line battlefield, and this experience is also almost cohesive with blood.

    Mr. Lester, you're still armed, so our safety is at least guaranteed.

    John now no longer had the dash and style that he once had as a fitness consultant, his head full of blonde hair was now instead dampened by the cold sweat on his forehead, and all of it drooped down and stuck to his head. And his pair of big eyes were full of melancholy and anxiety, especially when he looked at Lister, he said softly and urgently, Earlier, I was inadvertently, I saw a two-meter tall long-horned monster

    While saying that, he simultaneously looked towards the outside of the window, and all that was left among the thin slits was a gray mist, and a gray sky. This made his heart even more unable to resist fluttering and beating hard for a few moments before settling down, swallowing and continuing, I reckon that our troops are the ones who are at war with them

    Wait you mean a two meter tall horned monster.

    The epithet in his mouth made Lister bow his head slightly, this kind of epithet is quite alternative, or has almost nothing to do with daily life except for describing monsters in movies.1887 It also tightened a little bit more, and his mouth just chewed, Two-meter-tall, long-horned monsters

    Slowly raising his head, Lester's face had been only a piece of solemnity, while he looked at John with only seriousness and earnestness in his gaze.1887 had clenched tightly, even the back of his hand appeared a road of blue veins, just looked at John and asked in a single word, Did you really see it

    Yes, I saw them too. They were like demons from hell.

    Next to him, Jack clenched his fists as he looked at Lister with wide eyes, his still somewhat boyish face was now all written with solemnity and seriousness as well. And when he recalled what he had inadvertently seen in the gray fog outside the window, he still couldn't help but clench his teeth tightly now, and said in a slow voice, Now just look at the neighborhoods on both sides of the street, it's so quiet, and there are definitely a lot of people who saw it.

    I didn't see it, but I did hear what sounded like a sharp object rubbing together, right outside my window, and it was ringing for at least five or six minutes.

    Albin who lived on the first floor obviously had more right to speak, and it was him who carefully opened the door of his room, and directly touched out from the hallway to gather Jack who served together in the U.S. Army, and John who had served in the Rangers. And he thought of the fearfulness he felt when he huddled behind the wall, afraid of being discovered, even now he couldn't help clenching his fists and said, Those were really demons from hell, at that time I even heard the hissing they made when they talked to each other.

    Wow, that's good, that's really good, gentlemen.

    Touching his nose, Lister but softly gave a smile, the Winchester 1887 in his hand cradled in his arms, kneeling on one knee to look at the three men in front of him, shaking his head somewhat helplessly and laughing, So, I'm now puzzled that it wasn't some kind of live reality screwball show

    Looking at the three of them, Lester's smile became more and more helpless, but his eyes still carried seriousness and vigilance.1887, as long as he wanted to be able to blast that No. 12 standardized smokeless shrapnel in front of him in 0.5 seconds.

    But Lister leaned his body forward as he stared into the eyes of the three people in front of him one by one, smiled and shook his head, You all know that, I'm just a retired down and out junior officer, so I don't think I'd have many quirky cells to help out if a reality show came my way.

    You were known as the Butcher of Paradise, and in two encounters and three sieges, and in two battles of entrenchment, at least three hundred Mexican guerrilla prisoners were killed by your own hand to restore decimated morale.

    John slowly bowed his head, the blonde looked a little disheveled now instead, in fact the two friends beside him were pretty much in the same state. But when they looked at Lester, then their gazes were with a little bit of awe and inspiration, John looked into his eyes and slowly said, You've always been a hero amongst the Marines and the U.S. Army, and we don't give a damn about that damn court-martial and the Congress, and how it seals the deal on these things.

    Well, it's just a little something that happened before, and I'm certainly not proud of it.

    Touching the tip of his nose, the smile at the corner of Liszt's mouth but slowly curled up, but it wasn't one of happiness or pride, and there was likewise not much chagrin as well as remorse. There was no right or wrong on the battlefield, when he stepped out of the military academy and came to the frontline of the battlefield, he was first and foremost a killing machine and lived, and then a human being.

    The three regiments of Mexican guerrillas had besieged him and his company in a small village on a hill originally controlled by Mexican guerrillas. If he hadn't shot all the guerrilla prisoners in front of all his men, creating a situation that could no longer be undone, I'm afraid that the half company he had with him at the time wouldn't have been able to hold out until the arrival of large reinforcements three days later.

    Gently twisted his head and swept his eyes out of the window at the already gray sky, the smile at the corner of Lester's mouth was still gently pursed, he was now as if he was an excellent employee of an automobile repair shop. But when his former subordinates saw him in this appearance, but all know, Lester was in this face, with that 1911 semi-automatic pistol, one by one killed those Mexican guerrilla prisoners!

    You don't have weapons that's not a concern, I remembered I have three more under my bedroom.

    Gently exhaling a breath, Lister looked at their disheveled appearance, the smile on his face remained faint seemingly incomparably calm. And he gently stood up and walked towards the bedroom, and gestured to the three of them, slowly saying, You guys wait for me here, I don't want you to be able to see all of the things I treasure.

    He didn't wait for John and the three of them to reply, so he lightly and quickly walked towards the bedroom, leaving John and the three of them carefully crouching in the middle of the bedroom. And he flipped his hand and closed the door, but did not go rummaging through the box to find the so-called weapons, as a traveler, and also with the Call of Duty system, he also did not need to buy any treasures at all.

    Because of the points he had once accumulated on the battlefield, even now, that could be exchanged in front of him for weapons used by three people. And what Lister wanted to exchange was not just weapons, in the middle of this complicated urban environment, some additional equipment, he knew was a must.

    Chapter 006. Redemption

    The Call of Duty system, it must be said that Lester is still extremely helpful. 2051, the United States in order to oil interests out of the invasion of Mexico, the frontal battlefield, although the momentum, but the next war of law and order and the battle of the strongholds, but the many scattered control of a number of cities, oil-producing areas, densely populated areas of the U.S. team suffered a lot of pain.

    Especially behind the back there is that red winter bear support, all kinds of military supplies directly through Venezuela and Cuba, directly into the hands of that group of Mexican guerrillas, so that the big cities and oil-producing areas as the center of the U.S. Army, connected by the road is extremely passive, but instead, in this chaotic war of law and order, can not succeed in organizing an effective attack.

    And Lister, leading his troops, had won a number of defensive battles and raids on the battlefield, and even more safely defended a number of strongholds and more importantly, oil refineries. The hardships involved were not something the average person could appreciate, and these victories, arguably through the Call of Duty system, were the only ones that could be won in the end.

    Now that Lister thought about it, he sometimes felt lucky. If he didn't need to worry about weapons and ammunition, as long as he was able to kill the enemy he could get points for the golden finger, I'm afraid that under the attack of that group of guerrillas, he would have already been the same as those other companies, either suffering heavy casualties, or surrendered in a small formation, waiting for the military to rescue him or for both sides to negotiate.

    Among the Call of Duty system, as long as he can kill the enemy can get points, in this battlefield, the huge number of Mexican guerrillas, has shown that he does not need to find the enemy and worry. In the most dangerous time, the big deal is to kill the enemy in the battle to exchange points, and when the ammunition is scarce immediately through the system to exchange tens of thousands of rounds of bullets or medicine, to ensure the continuity of firepower, to maintain the line of defense is not instantly broken.

    After all, facing the Mexican guerrillas with absolute numerical superiority, equipped with a large number of light machine guns, heavy machine guns and small-caliber mortars, rifle grenades Lester them, if they can ensure ammunition supplies, then hold an area is still quite easy. After all, the real war, only the death of a say, there is no exit to start over.

    This is why Lister was such a big name among the American side, not just because he was able to firmly defend the areas assigned to him by his superiors. There was also his ferocious tactics of barely leaving a few prisoners behind in every battle There are still many who remember the bland manner in which Lister held his pistol and walked over one by one to shoot his captives in the back of the head

    Who cares about the loser I'm alive, I'm standing here intact now, then I'm the winner.

    The smile at the corner of his mouth slowly curled up, remembering what he once did in the army and what happened to him after he was court-martialed and forcibly discharged from the military, he didn't have the slightest bit of disheveled and hateful mindset, he just slowly looked at the layer of data streams that gradually appeared on the retina in his eyes and said softly, On the battlefield, there isn't so much of right and wrong.

    Just as a battle that caused a social uproar, it was also a battle that the military and parliament could no longer tolerate Lister's continued service, and although still victorious, it was a battle where Lister personally shot more than three hundred prisoners in a severe case of prisoner abuse, but when he returned, it was the military police that pressed him directly into a court-martial. The presiding judge ruled on the spot that Lester was forced out of the army, and strictly ordered that he was not allowed to return to the army for any other conventional reason, and his personal file was labeled as extremely dangerous.

    This is also the direct origin of the title of his Heavenly Butcher, it is said that a number of recruits in his company at that time, seeing the way Lister used his 1911 semi-automatic pistol to walk behind one captive after another, one after another to shoot the captives in the back of the head, there are a number of them suffered from mental illness when they came back from the battle, and even a number of them who couldn't bear it psychologically to apply for a discharge from the army.

    But if it wasn't for me, would you have survived so easily if I hadn't redeemed enough bullets for you to actually send the pictures out

    Slowly squinting his eyes, Liszt thought about the group of journalists that he had led a small group of troops to escort, but the smile at the corner of his mouth brought up a hint of mockery. For some reason he was reminded of the hot young host in the middle of the TV program, while Lister slowly spat towards the side and faintly opened his mouth and laughed, A bunch of trash.

    A large amount of data streams had entangled and twisted to form a dialog box that simply and clearly showed the five major categories. They corresponded to weapons, carriers, accessories, life, and soldiers. This was also all the golden handshakes of the Call of Duty system, and there were many more of these finely delineated selections within it.

    Weapons category, whether it's cold weapons such as bayonets, machetes, military crossbows, or assault rifles such as the AK, 4, and so on. Any weapon that has ever appeared in the game, American, Russian, French, British, German and other standardized weaponry, can be found in there. And if you scroll down to the lowest, tactical nukes, neutron bombs, hydrogen bombs, etc., also fall under the category of being a weapon.

    Carrier class, mainly to soldiers ride and rack, use of machinery, whether it is a vehicle or sturdy main battle tanks, and even soaring helicopters, warplanes and so on, are among them belongs to the category of carriers. Heavy machine gun claw robots, are also the same carrier class.

    Accessories, broadly speaking, are items for weapons, vehicles and soldiers. The simplest to say is the bullets and shells and other consumables, and for example, rifle silencers, silencers, infrared sights, carriers on the external armor, pods, soldier's man-portable infrared instrument, thermal imager, and so on, and even the U.S. military standard exo exoskeletal armor, also belongs to the category of accessories.

    The living category, on the other hand, is food, water, medicine, etc. Whether it is bread, cola, fish livestock, fruits and vegetables, whether it is pots and pans, oil, salt, vinegar and tea, refrigerators, TVs and other household appliances, as well as tools such as crane hoes, digging shovels and so on, they all belong to the living category. Of course those inflatable dolls inside the toilet or bathroom, drugs on the table. Drugs are also something you can look for carefully if you want to.

    Soldier class, in fact, is the recruitment class, recruiting the game of soldiers from various countries to their side to assist in combat, but according to the level of points consumed is not the same, but the combat ability and intelligence is also different, the price of soldiers will only listen to the order, but the price of not only the high will be their own thinking, even if it is a solo combat can also be a very good task. Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare in which the strong cyborg, if there is a central control computer and satellite, is also able to recruit.

    It could be said that as long as any weapon, any vehicle, any accessory, any living item, any soldier that had appeared in the game Call of Duty's Modern Warfare, Advanced Warfare, and Black Ops, all of them could be exchanged through points. This was Lester's greatest dependence in this world.

    Well, it's been a long time since I entered this system, I didn't realize that there were still 7,065 points left, I thought I wouldn't be able to use them.

    Looking at the series of Arabic numbers displayed on the dialog box, the smile at the corner of Liszt's mouth curled higher and higher, the points that were still left over from the battlefield in the first place were now helping a lot instead. At least there was no need to kill the enemy before gaining points, if it really came to that, it would be quite tricky for Liszt.

    Tapping on the weapon category, Lister quickly swept through the dialog box with that combination of graphic and text options, most of which were man-portable combat weapons. Weapons from various countries in the Call of Duty system were presented one by one, even when he unintentionally pulled to the bottom, above that miniature nuclear bomb, the same looked at that graphic and couldn't help but bite his teeth, this was a big killing weapon that instantly blasted all creatures within a kilometer into slag.

    A two-meter tall long-horned monster, in that case, it's really a bit of a bad idea.

    Forcibly suppressing his salivation for the nuclear weapons, it was also the series of zeros after the nuclear weapons that made Lister finally come to his senses, he re-pulled the dialog box to the top, looking at the rows of the most basic firearms, he couldn't help but frown softly and murmur, This means that the body is lanky and fit, then the self-defense type of pistols are instead not a very good choice.

    Soldiers among the humans who were big and had a strong resistance to blows, faced with most self-defense-type pistols at close range, as long as they didn't hit in the vitals they could grit their teeth and fight through it. For the kind of monster described by Jack and John, what was obviously needed was a weapon as powerful, heavy and penetrating as an AK47.

    Wait, ak47 well, in that case, the ak series of rifles are really good for the current situation.

    Frowning lightly, as a soldier Lester's mind instantly recalled a once-famous sub-machine gun in the Soviet Army, or rather the famous short assault rifle aks74u. this short gun, which looks like a sub-machine gun, fires not pistol rounds like a sub-machine gun, but 5 rifle rounds similar to those of the ak series.

    More like the pistol rounds used for self-defense in addition to direct hits to the vitals, then it will not be able to make people lose combat power in a short period of time. In contrast, the more aggressive rifle rounds as long as the main part of the torso to get a shot, then basically is down on the ground waiting for the rhythm of death. Regardless of whether the person is sturdy or not, as long as it is brittle flesh, then it will not be able to withstand the fierce bombardment of this rifle.

    Especially the length and size of the sub-machine gun also allowed them, who were in the middle of the complex urban environment, to have sufficient time to turn and react quickly. Moreover, they were all retired soldiers who had experienced the frontline battlefields, and they had also captured this kind of Soviet-style weapons, so they were able to familiarize themselves with it in a short period of time.

    As for the horned demon, I really don't know what that thing is.

    The graphic in the dialog box had gradually transformed into pieces of data stream, and right in front of him, four flat and long wooden boxes were instantly formed in the form of data that no one else could see. Lister of course knew that inside contained the aks74u short assault rifle that he had confirmed to have redeemed earlier, slowly exhaling, he glanced at the dimly lit form outside the window and couldn't help but frown, But it's ridiculous.

    Chapter 007.