Chapter 1 Awakening

"Give me a suitable distance, and God can also kill!" - Warlord Zero

The dream is like a faded old photo, shrouded in a dim yellow color.

"Hahaha... Come and chase me..."

“... Stupid... You have to come back alive..."

"What? Will you propose to me when you come back? I... I didn't say I would marry you..."

“... Unless... You have nine hundred and ninety-nine roses... Then I will reluctantly marry you... Hahaha..."

Silver bell-like laughter echoed in the dream, soft and cheerful.

The swaying white figure is like a lily in the wind, so delicate that it makes people pity.

The face can't be seen clearly, but a pair of clear eyes flashed. Whose figure is reflected in those gentle and watery eyes?

"Li..." In the dream, he gently called out a name, but did not respond.

As in the past, the dream gradually disappeared like bubbles, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep for an unknown period of time.

However, this time, some accidents happened.

In the hazy, he seemed to hear some other voices.

“... Damn... I thought I could find some baby. It turned out to be a stinky man!"

"Hahaha, Hans. Don't you even have sex with men when you get hungry? I've heard that the 13-year-old boy in the Lombard family was once messed up by you.

A burst of unbearable laughter sounded.

"Shut up! Be careful of me stab your **. However, this boy looks pretty. I haven't been with the handsome man of the old times, so I can't say that I can open it today.

In the waves of laughter, he suddenly felt that something touched his body.

A signal was immediately sent from the depths of consciousness, and dozens of data were immediately transmitted to all parts of the body. I don't know how long his body has been asleep, but his movements are only about 5 percentage points slower than in his heyday. The body first moved 30 centimeters horizontally, and then suddenly sat up. His hands habitually fished to the right, and a cold sense of metal came.

Raise your arm and poke the cold and heavy object up. It was not until he touched the touch of the physical object that he slowly opened his eyes.

After a brief discomfort, his eyes gradually focused, so he saw an obscene face. Judging from brown hair and pale skin, the other party should be a Caucasian. Now, the owner of this face, his chin is resisted by a bright black barrel, and his eyes are intertwined with complexions of fear and anger.

"Oh, my God, he's awake."

"Hey, boy. Let go of Hans, or we will be rude to you!"

The chaotic voice came from behind the white man, and his eyes crossed the " hostage" in his hand. It was more than a dozen men dressed as miners, with black and white skin, and even two yellow people. They hold weapons in their hands, if shovels and hammers can also be called weapons. There is no doubt that they aimed these tools that can show violence at him.

He was silent, and the chaotic picture in his mind could not sort out something called memory. He doesn't know where he is now, who he is facing, and he doesn't even remember who he is. In the faint, a picture of wearing a straight military uniform flashed through my mind.

Maybe you are a soldier, right? Maybe!

This is an unanswered question, but even in thinking, his hand is as firm as iron, and the miniature automatic machine gun in his hand has not moved even a millimeter.

Anyone can see that this micro machine gun can instantly shoot Hans' head into a hornet's nest.

With the barrel of the gun, Hans was already wet with sweat. What's hateful is that he doesn't even dare to change his posture to make himself stand more comfortable, let alone moving. That will lead to the other party's misunderstanding, and then the next second, hundreds of bullets will turn his head into a rotten balloon.

After such a confrontation lasted for a minute, Hans' legs began to tremble. Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, ** appeared in the crowd. The various races surrounding him retreated to both sides, and an old man came in.

This man obviously belongs to two different classes from miners.

He was wearing a worn leather jacket and a gray-blue tweed plaid shirt. The lower body is a pair of oil-stained jeans and a pair of black military boots on his feet. Such a match is naturally nondescript, but it is different from these naked miners.

The old man chatged about a pipe, his eyes flashed like a poisonous snake, and wandered around on him and Hans. Finally, he said in a deep voice, "Let him go, survivor. You can use a gun, which is good, which shows that you are a warrior. My old Jack is short of talents like you. There is no need for a warrior like you to care about dogs like Hans, is there?"

Although he was hit by a gun against his chin, Hans's eyes still flashed with resentment.

He opened his mouth and said in a soft but slightly hoarse voice, "How can I trust you?"

Old Jack spewed out a smoke ring and said slowly, "In this base, I am God. No one dares to disobey my voice, so don't worry, these bastards dare to bother you. What's more, you have a gun in your hand. Although it's the * of the old era, it's enough to shoot anyone including me.

"It's just that if you kill us all, no one will tell survivors like you what the world has become now." Old Jack added.

The barrel left Hans's chin little by little. The latter's legs were soft and he sat on the ground, and the first few miners quickly went up and pulled him down.

He sat up straight and put the micro machine gun on the side of his thigh. The muzzle of the gun is still facing everyone, maintaining a posture that can be shot at any time.

Old Jack seemed to turn a blind eye to the machine gun. He went up, took out his pipe and asked, "Welcome to the end of the world, but no matter what, life has to continue. So, would you mind telling me your name, survivor?

Name?

To be honest, he can't remember. But he noticed that there was the word "ZERO" on the thing similar to the hibernation warehouse where he was located.

So, he raised his head and said the name that would be praised by countless people: "My name is... Zero..."

"Zero..." Old Jack said the simple name and noticed that the man named Zero had a pair of eyes of different colors.

The left eye is dark, no different from ordinary yellow people.

However, his right eye is dazzling gold. Like the dragon's eyes, it seems that the edges of the eyes are plated with gold, but they have silver lines. It smells as mysterious as his origin.