"Why...why kill us!"

A survivor who fell in front of the defense line covered the bullet holes in his legs and wailed at the defenders. He was not old and his somewhat tender face looked so sunny under his short golden hair, but the blood stain destroyed his handsomeness and made everything distorted and abominable.

"Change the bullet, change the bullet!"

The soldiers had no time to pay attention to him. The guns of fire-squirting tongues kept overthrowing the people and zombies. The heavy machine guns on the sentry tower were still spitting out. With them, the number of zombies rushing to the bridge had not yet lost their control.

"Hey, where are you looking!"

A group of fat figures appeared at the bridgehead. They were under the barrage of heavy machine guns and knocked off the vehicles blocking the bridgehead. Although they quickly fell under the strafing of heavy machine guns, the zombies following them were in a strange shape. They ran towards the hood, climbing up with their hands and feet at a rapid speed.

"We can't let them capture the sentry tower. More than half of the light weapons turned to the zombies who climbed the sentry tower. However, the long distance made their shooting effect very poor. The two sentry towers were instantly filled with zombies. The sentry tower on the left was shaking by the zombies, making an unpleasant sound of metal breaking, and it turned to the abyss outside the bridge.

"boom!"

The hut on the right made a loud noise, and the ammunition exploded with grenades. The flames and the explosions ignited the vehicles at the bridge. The explosions successively blew the zombies to the sky, and also gave the defense a temporary respite. Zhang Hu'en turned around and looked at the helicopter that was still rubbing there. The propeller was still spinning slowly and slowly, asking Dunitz:

"Why haven't you taken off yet?"

Dunitz looked back and said:

"Maybe it's still too heavy, let that fat man get down."

The helicopter pilot opened the small window and shouted at Dunitz:

"Sir, the power lock is locked! It can't supply oil!"

"What does it mean, speak human words?"

"The height lock has failed. The helicopter defaults to our altitude of 100 meters, which means that if there is no altitude of 100 meters, the propeller's speed will not be raised and there is no way to take off."

"You Tm's are not going to troubleshoot it quickly?"

"I have no way to solve this problem. Do you think I can lift the helicopter upward by 100 meters for no reason?"

"FUCK! They're here again!"

With the two towers completely destroyed, the number of zombies rushing through the flames completely exceeded the defense of the defense line. Denitz emptied the last magazine, pulled out the dagger on his leg, and told everyone:

"I'm glad to die in the same trench as you guys, friends."

Everyone pulled out their melee weapons, and Mingtong took the lead in waving the samurai sword and rushed out of the defense line, shouting:

“Onboard!”

Two zombies were chopped down, and soon he was flooded by the subsequent zombie sea.

"For the Great America!"

"For France!"

"For Great Britain!"

“For the Dominican!”

Zhang Hu'en watched everyone rush into the sea of ​​zombies one after another, and he couldn't help but retreat to the helicopter. When Meng Wujian pretended General Tulius was flooded by the zombies, he turned around and looked at the desperate Abak, and Elsa's little head hid behind Abak and looked at him.

Zhang Hu'en turned around and looked at the zombies in front of him, stretched out his left hand, and a huge wall of thought power instantly blocked the zombies' path.

(The loss of mind power is huge, overclocking is underway.)

His right hand reached towards the bottom of the helicopter. The helicopter was lifted up by the mind and slowly rose towards the sky. Abak and the helicopter's officer and co-pilot looked at Zhang Hu'en standing on the ground in shock. His orifices began to seep blood from his orifices. More and more zombies kept hitting the wall of mind and the helicopter was rising higher and higher.

(?:madness!)

A cold voice came to my mind, and a white light that cut through the darkness flashed on the bridge. An old man in a white robe appeared from a dream. The white staff in his hand was raised towards the sky, and a white light instantly spread from the staff in his hand to all sides. An unprecedented huge force turned the zombies and corpses into powder, and the helicopter in the air was also turned into gray by this force.

Looking at the disappearing helicopter, Zhang Hu'en, who had not received the influence of this force, walked towards the old man in white robe who was riding on the white horse with red eyes. All his mind power had turned into two flying swords to rush towards the old man.

"Do I want to say the second time, you idiot!"

The old man pointed his staff at Zhang Hu'en, and Zhang Hu'en felt an irresistible force pressing him to the ground. The old man rode a white horse and walked to him with a small step, turned over and dismounted, lifting the restriction on him. Zhang Hu'en turned over and sat up, looking at the old man with a white hair and a white beard hanging on his chest, a mental pressure made the words he was originally preparing to curse retract into his stomach.

"Who are you, Zhang Hu'en or Steven, Zhang Hu'en or Yang Chi, Zhang Hu'en or Jackal, Zhang Hu'en or Richard, Zhang Hu'en or Spence, Zhang Hu'en or Yan Cruise, Zhang Hu'en or a desperate survivor?"

The old man's words contained an irreversible aura. The voice of the devil or monster behind the voice pierced into Zhang Hu'en's heart again and again like a sharp sword. The scenes of separation and death flashed back in his mind repeatedly. The blood in his eyes gradually faded away with these pictures, turning into a question on his face.

"You can tell me now, who are you?"

"I...I am Zhang Hu'en, I am an actor."

"Very good, you're not completely trapped in the chaos of reality and movies, now you can ask questions, but I don't promise to answer them all."

Zhang Hu'en got up from the ground, looked up at the old white-haired man who was one head taller than himself, and asked:

"Who are you? I know you are definitely not Gandalf."

"Yes, I just appear in the image you trust most in your subconscious mind. Don't you understand who I am?"

"I know who you are, but the key is that you are apart from hiding in my soul and making fun of it. What is your real identity? Why do you give me this ability and what is your purpose?"

"Gandalff" smiled playfully, and he stretched out a thin index finger and said:

"Why don't we play a game, ask and answer, I ask and answer, and ask one question at a time, how about it?"

"Yes. Who are you?"

"I am an unfortunate person, a wandering ghost imprisoned in real movies. Do you love this world?"

"Which world are you referring to?"

"This world, the world you are in?"

Zhang Hu'en shook his head. For him, real movies are just tools for making a living. Not to mention the various heart-wrenching and tiring fucking plots inside, just talking about the subconscious actors in it, the true temperaments shown by the subconscious actors are unbearable.

"Why did you come to me?"

"It's very simple, because everyone I've looked for before refused, or they have accepted it, but gave up halfway. There are many people, like you, who went crazy because they couldn't figure out reality and movies while they reached the peak of their lives. Then do you love that real world?"

"like!"

"Is it because your relatives are all in that world?"

"You haven't answered my question yet. How do you deal with those who reject you or go crazy?"

"Gandalff" thought about it for three seconds in a bit entangled manner and said:

"They are not as lucky as you, and they are going crazy if they can get into the test movies. I am not so gentle with their methods. Most people have been erased and returned to their ordinary lives, while a few unfortunate people have become completely dementia due to data turbulence."

"What is the difference between testing movies and real movies? Why are they treated so favorably to me?"

"These are two questions. Let me first tell me, if one day, I mean, what would you do if, you find that the real world begins to exclude you, doubt you, frame you, and even destroy your body and imprison your soul?"

Zhang Hu'en did not consider this question. Seeing "Gandalff" looking serious, he did not answer, but chose to ask:

"Can I give up on my cooperation with you?"

"Yes, do you want to go back to that cowardly, ordinary life, who has to bow to everyone in order to make a living?"

"...If there was a day when I really would resist, I wouldn't stand to die."

"Very good, my question has been asked, now I can be honest with you."

"Gandalff" raised his staff again, and a white light once again enveloped the sky above the world. The scene changed rapidly. The next moment, Zhang Hu'en found himself standing in a small blank room. There was nothing in the room, only six bright white walls. "Gandalff" stood beside him and said:

"My energy is very limited. Only in test movies like plug-ins will not attract the attention of the system. I said that you are lucky and have a basis. You are the farthest among the collaborators I have ever looked for. Those people either think that they have obtained the heaven-defying artifact and start to do whatever they want, or they timidly think that they have schizophrenia, or they deny me subconsciously. With a powerful weapon but don't know how to use it, every time I contract, I will consume the energy I have accumulated after finally getting it. So for you, I will not find the next collaborator unless I have to."

"What is your purpose?"

"I have been trapped for thirteen years. Do you know how long it is in real movies? It's very long, I've been traveling through various movies, watching your poor performances disgusting me again and again. Can you empathize with me? I can't even do self-destruction. I have been in a ghost state for millions of years, and despair is a luxury for me."

“What should I do?”

"It's not the time yet, Zhang Hu'en, I tampered with the ending of no one. I have deleted your superpower performance. You don't have to worry about being sliced ​​for the time being; in addition, in order to ensure that you don't go crazy anymore, I added the rules of real movies to your ability so that you won't throw a small fireball in a sci-fi movie and fly out of the atmosphere in a historical movie."

"...You haven't answered the most core question yet. What will happen if I continue like this? You won't be reborn by you, right?"

"...What are you thinking? I've been out for a long time. After you have a self-space that will not be noticed by the system, I will explain it to you in detail."

"Wait, what is self-space."

"Gandalf" gradually faded, and two black "TEETDs" gradually emerged in the space, and the ethereal voice of "Gandalf" came from the space:

"It won't be long, we will meet again soon. Then you should contribute your strength to justice."

"justice?"

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Chapter completed!