Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Stay vigilant, these machines are smarter than you think." Zhao Cheng said softly, holding his gun, tiptoe to the front.

The first floor of the supermarket is already a mess, the shelves are in a mess, all kinds of goods are scattered on the ground, and bullet holes and dried blood are scattered all around.

Dialect nodded, followed behind Zhao Cheng, looked at his feet, and followed.

A soft sound began to sound in the silent space, and footprints began to appear on the dusty ground, extending continuously towards the interior.

"It's here!" Zhao Cheng turned back and said to Dialect, pointing to the front, and Fang Yan followed.

The front door has been covered by dust, and it is basically impossible to see what it looks like, but it is still tightly closed, and the words "warehouse" are slightly clearly displayed on the sign above.

"Do you know how to unlock?" Dialect asked, Zhao Cheng shook his head, then shook the doorknob and pushed it hard, the closed door remained motionless, and some dust fell from above and stuck on Zhao Cheng.

"Then how do I get in?" Dialect asked again, walking to the door.

The originally transparent glass was covered with dust, and he couldn't see what was inside. He wiped it with his hands and looked inside.

The sun shines in through the few windows in the warehouse, it looks rather dark, but it can see the scene inside more intuitively.

The shelves fell to the ground at will, and all kinds of boxes were scattered one by one, which looked extremely messy, but it was still much better than the situation outside the supermarket. At least the contents inside were not broken into pieces.

"Look there!" Dialect said softly, pointing to a corner of the warehouse, which was particularly bright, and a light shone in from there.

"It should have been the explosion that made a hole in the wall." Zhao Cheng put his eyes closer and said, "But it's on the street outside."

"Do you want to call Guo Zhu in?" Dialect asked, this place seemed a little farther away from where Guo Zhu was guarding.

"No!" Zhao Cheng thought about it for a while, "We went in through that hole, and then came out through this door. This door was probably closed from the inside, when we were avoiding."

"There are bullet holes on the wall of the warehouse, which means that the reptiles have discovered the person inside. That hole should have been made at that time."

Dialect nodded, looked at Zhao Cheng, and said, "Then let's go now?"

Zhao Cheng looked inside again, then took out the tablet to call up the map, and then said to the dialect, "Let's go through the back door and turn a corner."

……

"Chocolate, biscuits, you look for these two things, put them in your backpack, one and a half, I'll look for flour, rice, and salt." Zhao Cheng said to the dialect, walked inside, and began to look around. search.

Dialect also followed, and Zhao Cheng was wrong, and searched in the other direction.

"Chocolate!" Dialect whispered softly, looking at the packages scattered on the ground, squatted down and opened the cardboard box next to it, no surprise, it was a full box.

On the other side, Zhao Cheng also gained something and began to pack it in his backpack.

Dialect looked at it, picked up the half-filled backpack, and continued to walk forward. Fortunately, the snacks were almost put together, which saved a lot of time for searching.

The remaining space in the backpack was filled with biscuits. He zipped up the zipper, then put it on his back, and moved his hands and feet, which just didn't affect his movements.

"dialect."

Dialect turned his head and looked over, Zhao Chengzheng was sitting on a box and beckoning to him.

"Do you want one?"

Zhao Cheng said, he tore open a brand-new pack of Zhonghua cigarettes in his hand, took out two of them, handed one to Dialect, and lit it for himself with the lighter next to him.

"Hush!"

Zhao Cheng took a deep breath and let out a sigh, "I couldn't afford these before, but no one smokes these now."

Dialect listened, looked at the cigarette in his hand, the war did not leave any traces on it, after thinking about it, he still lit it.

"Brother Zhao, tell me, how could we lose so quickly." He took a breath and asked.

"Think about it, the firepower is stronger than us, the number is more than us, and the weapons are more than us." Zhao Cheng replied, "Our air force is the first to lose."

"Then there is the navy. Now, almost only our army is left." Zhao Cheng said, taking a deep breath again, and then spit it out slowly.

"I want satellites, no satellites, internet, no internet, no communication, nothing, emp is useless, long-range missiles are useless, nuclear bombs are useless..."

Without the Internet, without the communication, perhaps we will really return to the primitive era...

Dialect thought and took another sip.

"In the past, we would be concerned about international influence and the national economy, so we couldn't expand our armaments as recklessly as machines, but now, we can't even think about it..." Zhao Cheng said, throwing the burned out cigarette on the ground. Crushed hard.

"Don't say it, it's useless to say this." Zhao Cheng said, his eyes were a little red, and he touched two pieces of Chinese in the box again.

After thinking about it, he put another one back, then opened the backpack and prepared to put it in, but his movements stopped halfway through.

Looking at the dialect, he sighed, tore open the seal on the top, and took out three packs from the inside.

"Do you want it?" Zhao Cheng asked ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Forget it. "Dialect shook his head.

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a while, then threw a pack of cigarettes on the ground again, then put two packs of cigarettes in his pocket, turned around and grabbed another bag of flour and put it in.

"Pillar and mine." He smiled bitterly, then walked to the place where the rice was placed, fished two bags, then turned his head and said to Dialect, "You take another bag, and then carry it to the pillar. ."

"Okay!" Fang Yan walked up, picked up two bags, followed behind Zhao Cheng, and walked towards the door.

"These wines are wasted." Zhao Cheng shook his head and sighed, looked back at the warehouse, and said to the dialect, "I'll leave in a hurry later, call on the pillars, eat something first, many flavors, almost forgot now..."

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For the dialect, this may only be regarded as a snack, but for Zhao Cheng and Guo Zhu, it is indeed a hard-won happiness.

During the time they were struggling, maybe they really forgot a lot of things, a lot of flavors, even a packet of pickled chicken feet, they couldn't wait to swallow all the bones...

"Okay, it's time to go!" Zhao Cheng stood up and said while looking at the snacks on the ground that were almost eaten.

Without too many words or too much nostalgia, Fang Yan and Guo Zhu also stood up, put their backpacks on their backs, and walked towards the ruins outside.

The sky was clear and blue, but there were no crowds in the past. In this city, there may only be three of them now, deserted and lonely...

At a low altitude not far away, at the corner of a building, an aircraft showed a shadow, and in the front camera, a little red light kept flashing.

"Target found, threat level: medium, execute cleanup procedure."

"Coordinates, 115.269..."