Manual of Space-Time Interference

"dialect…"

In his vague consciousness, it seemed that someone was calling out the dialect softly, and before he had time to respond, his consciousness completely disappeared.

"Maya, is it too early?" There seemed to be a faint voice in the void.

"Misso, time is running out..." The voice called Maya replied, "We can't do anything, we can't interfere with 3D, and we can't interfere with 4D."

"I hope this young man can go further, and I also hope that this generation of civilization can go further..."

A few sighs faintly sounded in the void...

…

"Director, the dialect locator signal was captured."

A man stood up from the computer and said to Yan Hongchang.

"Immediately capture the specific location of the signal." Yan Hongchang stood up and said nervously.

"Come out, Nanjing, Xiaguan District, the exact location is here!" The man was busy in front of the computer and marked a point on the tablet map with a red pen.

"Quick, quick, Lin Hu, notify the local National Security Bureau and the military region, and immediately send someone to protect the target. If someone obstructs, they are allowed to kill." Yan Hongchang said, then turned to look at Ling Ya, "Ling Ya, you are in charge of capturing the target. The location of the dialect, keep talking with Lin Hu at all times.”

"I'm going to Nanjing to help me contact the military region. I'll take a fighter jet over there!"

"Old Yan, your body... fighter jets are no joke!" said the deputy director in embarrassment.

"Special events, special handling, the life of the dialect is more important than me now!" Yan Hongchang turned his head and said, picked up the top-secret document on the table, and walked out the door.

"I'm Lin Hu, order, protect important people, send a national security action team..."

…

Dialect stood up from the ground, his head was a little dizzy, and after shaking a few times, he recovered.

here?

He raised his head. It was a grassy field next to a road. Many pedestrians passed by. Perhaps it was because the street trees blocked his figure, but no one found him, or did not feel that he appeared suddenly. .

Dialect closed the safety of the pistol, put it back into the holster, took off the three-eighth cover on his back, and put it beside him. His body is too conspicuous. A single grenade is enough to frighten the pedestrians outside, not to mention the pistol and the conspicuous three-eighth cover.

The sun shines on the river not far away, and the waves are sparkling. With the reflections from the windows of the tall buildings on the other side, it looks particularly harmonious.

Next to it is a wharf, and dialects have come here before. In 1937, it was called Xiaguan Wharf, and in 2017, it was also called Xiaguan Wharf, but it was also called Zhongshan Wharf.

Dialect sat on the grass and didn't care whether it would crush the flowers and plants underneath. He knew that if he went out by himself, he would only frighten those children...

There is still some dirt and dust on his face, and his body is dirty. The camouflage combat uniform looks a bit broken, and it looks like it has changed a color. After all, in the war era of 1937, it was an extravagant wish to take a bath.

Sweat gradually came out of his forehead, and the heat began to sway in his heart. Dialect took out a cigarette from his pocket, only to find that it had been broken in two.

He took off the cigarette holder and looked at the half of the shredded tobacco that was left. He started smoking like this. Looking at the sparkling river not far away, his thoughts drifted back to that era of war...

One face after another appeared clearly in front of his eyes, Xiao Shanling, Lin Dong, Huzi, Goudan, scholar...

"Cough! Cough!"

The cigarette had burned to the end, and the dialect subconsciously took a sip. The burning sensation kept colliding in his throat.

Putting out the cigarette, Dialect rubbed his throat, which made him feel much better.

…

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

A sound came from above the dialect, and the dialect raised his head. It was two Wuzhi-10s, flying from a distance. The rockets loaded on them reflected a cold, cold light.

"Find the target, prepare to rappel!"

The helicopter began to hover over the dialect, and soldiers descended from the helicopter one after another, quickly clearing the area of ​​the dialect for pedestrians.

"Sir, the area has been cleared, please instruct!"

The captain came over and gave a military salute to the dialect on the ground, and around, several soldiers were holding guns, and they kept looking around with vigilance. The two soldiers ran to the commanding heights in the distance. Squad of snipers.

Dialect stood up and returned a military salute to the captain, which was not too standard.

"Wait a moment."

There was a hint of loneliness in his tone. The last time he held the military salute, it was a farewell.

The captain went out and arranged specific protection matters. Although he was surprised by the three-eighth covers on the ground and the dialects that seemed to have walked down from the battlefield, he still abide by his duties - obey orders.

It didn't take long for a line of black cars to come by. This was the local national security team that had arrived long overdue. After all, there was no military helicopter, but it wasn't too slow.

The leader of the action team greeted the leader of the special forces team, walked over to the dialect on the grass, and said, "Chief, it's time to go."

Dialect was stunned, looking at the familiar black clothes and the National Security Bureau certificate in his hand, he breathed a sigh of relief, and followed the team leader into the car.

The car started, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com began to run. Dialect stared blankly at the storefronts on both sides, wondering what he was thinking.

"Is there a cigarette? Give me one!" Dialect asked, but did not turn his head.

"Yes!" The team leader replied, took out a cigarette case from his pocket and put it in Dialect's hand.

"Snapped!"

The smoke began to surround the car, a little red light flashed on and off,

"Go to the memorial first!"

"Chief, this..." The team leader looked at the dialect and seemed very helpless.

"Tell Lin Hu, this is the last place I went." Dialect let out a breath of smoke, turned his head and said to the team leader next to him.

The team leader nodded, took out the phone, and dialed the number.

"Director Lin, the target asked to go to the Holocaust Memorial Museum. He said this was the last place he went."

There was a moment of silence on the phone, which made the team leader's heart hang. After a long time, Lin Hu's voice came from there.

"Let him go, he will meet all his requirements."

"Pay attention to all suspicious matters, now you have wartime authority." Lin Hu thought for a while and then said another word.

"Yes, the task is guaranteed to be completed!" The team leader straightened up, put the phone back in his pocket, and said to the driver in front, "Notify all vehicles to divert to the memorial..."

"Yes!" The driver nodded and picked up the intercom next to him, "I'm 01, I'm 01, diverted to the direction of the memorial hall, repeat, diverted to the direction of the memorial hall."

"Help me carry these things!" Fang Yan took off the pistol clips and grenades from his body, and handed them to the team leader next to him. These things will not be applicable later.

And now, he's going to see the brothers with whom he used to be...