Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

no no!!!

The bad premonition in his heart turned into reality, and seeing his wife who was always kind, patient and always smiling to him, now only left with a dead head, the inch-headed man collapsed on the spot.

He staggered to the dining table, knelt down on his knees, tears pouring out uncontrollably.

Lisa. Lisa the cropped man repeated Lisa inarticulately, and he wanted to reach out and take his wife into his arms again.

Just the outstretched left hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The remaining rationality told him that the wife's blood may have residual virus, and if he touches it directly, he is very likely to be infected

! !

Realizing this, the inch-headed man was extremely annoyed and blamed himself

Why!

Why is the last conversation with my wife complaining and irritating!

He even had the urge to point Remington's gun at himself and finish it off.

But still endured it.

Because he still has two daughters whose whereabouts are unknown, it is necessary to determine their current status!

The inch-cut man regained his energy, quickly ended his kneeling position, got up quickly, looked at his wife with reluctance in his eyes, held the Remington with both hands, and began to search the first floor of their house.

But as soon as he came to the living room, he heard a slight movement.

Ah...! Ah...! Haha...!

.

The inch-cut man's expression was extremely solemn.

Then, after confirming that the Remington had been loaded, he steadily walked up the steps to the second floor, and walked towards the room where the sound came from.

It's my daughter's bedroom.

Standing at the door and looking into the bedroom, I saw a scene that broke a father's heart to the extreme...

Several crazy men of different ages are doing indescribable, extremely bloody and violent actions to his eldest daughter.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ah!!!

The inch-cut man's patience had reached its limit, so he had to vent his anger and pain with heart-piercing roars, as well as constantly pulling the trigger and pulling the bolt.

Dang~...dang...

Finally, there was the sound of rolling and bouncing bullet casings in the bedroom.

Haha~...Father, come quickly...haha~... and the daughter spoke frantically in a weak tone.

I saw the eldest daughter whose body was broken, with almost no intact parts on her body, and the blood cross also appeared on her face, and she raised her hands with difficulty to call.

She is clearly in her prime, and she will be able to go to university in half a month, start a new chapter in her life, and enjoy her youth, but at this moment she has become so unbearable.

It's all Dad's fault... Dad's fault!

Even so, the inch-headed man still loved his daughter deeply and took all the blame on himself.

And just looking at the symptoms shown by the blood cross, it is no different from a zombie. He is not sure whether the infected person can be cured.

Seeing his daughter dying, but still maintaining a highly excited and crazy appearance, the cropped man struggled for a moment, then raised the Remington in his hand to point at his daughter, and turned his head slightly, unable to bear to look directly:

Teresa, Dad will end your pain now, and then go to Lina, if Lina is also...well, don't say those unlucky words, Dad loves you.

After finishing speaking, the inch-cropped man was trembling all over, especially the right index finger that was about to pull the trigger, as if he was using all his strength.

finally.

He squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the trigger.

but…

The expected gunshots did not come out.

?

Surprised, the inch-headed man opened his eyes.

After looking at it, he realized that there was no smelly room full of corpses in front of him, let alone a dying daughter who went mad, what was there was just endless darkness and icy nothingness.

! ! !

The inch-headed man can't even perceive his existence, just like... only consciousness, or soul 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 the short hair named Charles Horton was about to collapse, a row of handwriting with his name appeared on the top.

Immediately afterwards, more words reappeared, and the outline of each word exuded a cold, but very gentle golden light.

They scatter randomly at first, then quickly regroup:

[Do you want to change the status quo, do you want to save your daughters.

whether. 】

What's the situation?

With Horton's cognition, it is impossible to understand the rows of writing, and what is this empty space, and the brain cannot make a judgment in time.

【pickup,

Nine,

eight…】

Suddenly, on the right side of the question, a series of words that he couldn't understand, probably in Chinese characters, emerged one by one rhythmically.

It's clearly a countdown.

Holden immediately recovered from the shutdown state, and as if he had fallen into a swamp or quagmire, he grabbed a branch stretched out by someone and tried his best, shouting:

Yes! Yes!! I want to save them!!!

【receive. ] After receiving an affirmative answer, the handwriting of the golden light changed again:

【Binding...

Binding completed, number 016.

Sending...]

? ?

With the continuous change of words and Holden's continuous confusion, the void space he is in is rapidly collapsing...

In other words, some kind of invisible and invisible force is forcibly dragging him, and leaving the void space at an extremely fast speed to carry out the so-called teleportation.

———————

…

Shortly after…

[Transmission complete. 】

Where are we?!

Maybe in the... train?

Can the train be this wide?

As vision gradually recovered, Horton also heard words and languages ​​with various accents, and it seemed that there was some kind of self-translation that allowed him to understand what everyone was saying.

Wait for the field of vision to fully return to normal.

Holden saw him in a spacious but airtight space, probably because of the metal deck, bulkhead, and a row of dark red lights above, as well as the occasional shaking and hesitation, making everyone around him guess Train here.

mentioned everyone.

Horton looked around, and after a rough count, there were at least 140 to 50 people gathered here.

And there is still a lot of space left in the train carriage, otherwise some people will question whether this is a train.

At the same time, just as Holden guessed before that he had a self-service translator, the race, skin color and clothing of the people around him are all different and have their own characteristics.

Like him, still dressed in trousers, shirt, and leather shoes, holding a Remington in his hand that failed to relieve the pain of the eldest daughter.

In addition, there are soldiers with sword eyebrows and star eyes, upright faces, wearing four-leaf camouflage uniforms, and holding bullpup rifles.

Military uniforms, equipment, and weapons are all extremely expensive, and the dump truck on the helmet is even equipped with four-eye night vision goggles, which at first glance is the elite of the special forces.

Or the police, doctors, or high-ranking officials, celebrities, or even terrorists wearing turbans, white robes and simple chest straps, it can be said that they have gathered typical representatives from all over the world.

Seeing this, even though he is an adult, as a game nerd, Horton, who usually likes fitness and pays attention to military and science fiction, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Because in an instant, he, and people with different identities and occupations around him, can be transported from the original position to this place, explaining the person who manipulates the luminous font...

Something is absolutely unimaginable.

Everyone! We should not be on the train.

At this time, a muscular man wearing a peaked cap backwards, H logo tight short sleeves and jeans, with a gun holster and a magazine clip on his waist, blocked the noise of the crowd with his loud voice.

I saw the muscular man in a half squatting position, touching the deck with his left hand quite professionally, and continued to explain: There is no collision of joints, no friction of rails, and it is impossible to be a ship. If I guess correctly, we should be on the deck. on a transport plane.

As for the model...

As the muscular man said, he stood up again, glanced at the roof and bulkhead, shook his head and said, I can't tell the difference, but what I can be sure of is that the specifications of this transport plane are definitely far beyond all the models I know. It is a cutting-edge product produced by a big country.

Well, I have the same opinion.

As soon as the muscular man's voice fell, he won the approval of the four-eyed elite.

. The camouflage soldier kept silent and frowned tightly because he was too young and inexperienced.

I don't care if this is a transport plane or not! 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 went crazy, and then kidnapped? Interesting! I want my lawyer and manager!

Soon, the roar of venting resounded throughout the cabin again.

But at this moment, Holden was no longer as heartbroken as before, but also observed silently.

First of all, he can be sure that the people gathered here are all from the same earth and universe, and are experiencing the outbreak of the blood cross.

Secondly, these people are also confused about how to teleport here.

Horton turned his attention to the muscular man. Just by the calm aura he displayed, he knew he was a big boss. He might have participated in some secret operations, carried out black missions, and might have dealt with supernatural incidents.

【Notice. 】

The golden font suddenly appeared above the cabin, and at the same time, there was a metallic, emotionless female voice, which would start broadcasting as the font appeared:

[Reincarnators, hello, welcome to the first trial site. In the near future, a sergeant from the universe will explain to you the enemies you will face. 】

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Reincarnation?

Trial site?

What is this! What are you doing!

It was said that the former male star who was clamoring to see lawyers and managers, whose skin was whiter than women, and who looked like straw, still firmly believed that this was a spoof.

but…

Boom! The golden flame burned violently.

Ah...! The echoing wailing resounded in the cabin.

All kinds of things happened too fast, the star was still questioning one moment, and was burned to death in the next second.

[Reincarnators, please understand the truth, that is, the reason why you were selected is that within 30 minutes of the original world, you would die from attacks, accidents, suicide, etc.

In short, you are technically dead, so please keep quiet. 】

! !

Seeing this, everyone, including Horton and the muscular man, showed astonishment.

Through the scene just now, it shows that the speaking person is not a dead thing, but an existence with intelligence but no emotion.

Once the rules are violated and the status quo is despised, the other party will erase it without hesitation.

After figuring this out, 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, that is, to follow the sergeant in this world and the troops to which the sergeant belongs to arrive at the mission location, and persist until the end by yourself.

After completing this goal, you will get 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 art in your universe, and can also be used to improve your abilities. physical fitness.

For details, you can read it yourself.

After obtaining points and rewards, everyone will be instantly teleported back to the place where they disappeared.

Please rest assured that the time flow rate of this universe is different from the universe you are born in, so you don't have to worry about the injuries of those you care about.

I also need to remind everyone that if you successfully pass this trial, there is a certain chance that among the reward items distributed, there will be props to save you, your relatives and friends.

So for yourselves, and even more for your loved ones, please try to live to the end.

Note: You can open the mall and personal information interface according to your subjective consciousness. 】

After the unemotional being finished speaking, Horton noticed that his right wrist had an extra thumb-wide, black wristband at some point.

Seeing this, Horton no longer speculates or guesses, but can't wait to open the shopping mall and personal information.

Afterwards, a holographic screen was formed in front of Horton, showing dazzling thumbnails, and his physical fitness, state and spirit were also presented in the form of data.

Seeing TPS-Land Combat Power Armor, M56 Smart Machine Gun, Nano-Powered Exoskeleton (Flying Type) and so on, Holden just found it incredible.

When he switched to the Props column, he was attracted by Super Soldier Serum and Te-036 Potion (Dangerous Goods) at first, but when Horton saw the thumbnail of the Nano Serum injection, and After the relevant introduction, the whites of the eyes were immediately filled with bloodshot eyes.

Because the nano-robots contained in the nano-serum can effectively alleviate various injuries to the human body, and can also assist the immune system to eliminate all harmful microorganisms 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 metal gates opening.

Aw~!!

And a different kind of unpleasant roar, interrupting the thoughts of Horton and everyone.

They all looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a non-commissioned officer who was at least two meters four, wearing dark black power armor, with three red lines on the helmet, but light gray skin, and a four-petal mouth. In the cabin…

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