It was dark outside and the street lights were on.∈♀ Wang Yao was sitting on the sofa. He was not very interested in chatting. Xiao Wu was chatting like a change of nature and kept looking for topics. Wang Yao knew that it didn't want to make his mood unstable, so he patted it to express his understanding, lay on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

In the day after tomorrow, except for the first three days, Wang Yao had hardly slept much in the seven days. He relied on his tight nerves to hold on. Back to reality, he was no longer full of dangers. He finally relaxed. So he fell asleep in less than a few minutes after he was touched on the sofa.

Tied to the cold fireplace, coldness and darkness came from all directions. The group of refugees were not bad at all, at least they did not take away their clothes wrapped around them.

The door of the room was locked from outside, which was useless because they could not untie the wrist rope.

"We weren't killed, maybe because they didn't want to eat frozen meat." In the dark, the black vagabond let out a laugh, his voice trembling. He could hardly feel the existence of his limbs.

"Please."

"Speak nice things!"

The deadly cold room was filled with complaints.

"You won't answer if you say it nicely. Hey, be awake, don't fall asleep. When the Chinese come back, those savages will definitely die."

They were tied here for two days, and there was no drop of water and no food to eat. None of the four people died had already surprised the black vagabonds. He blamed all the reasons for the adequate food a few days ago, allowing them to have the energy to survive the cold.

"What if he can't come back?"

An inappropriate inquiry sounded.

Everything returned to silence, and only a rapid breathing remained. They could not hold on to today, but Wang Yao could not have come back so by chance.

"He will come back." In the darkness, someone exclaimed. Perhaps because of the cold, the voice trembled, and it was a bit old. They all thought it was said by the other party.

In fact, no one spoke.

Wang Yao opened his eyes, exhaled all the turbid air in his lungs, took a deep breath, calming down the turbulence in his heart.

The room was dim, and only the fluorescent light on the screen emitted light, reflecting the outline of the little five in front of the computer.

Wang Yao looked at Xiao Wu, and the white light that occupied the entire screen made him unable to see what was on it.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oftum forum, China has started arguing."

"Are you arguing?"

[If it is in terms of combat effectiveness, the United States can easily destroy the sum of all other countries]

[The world's largest air force is the US Air Force, and the second largest is the US Navy]

[10 to 15 F22s can easily destroy all air forces in any country, including China, with the support of the US military system]

"This is what an employee posted, he is a newcomer."

Wang Yao is a military blind man, but he doesn't mind his understanding: "Can 15 F22s destroy all the air power of China or Russia? What is F22? Are the Earth's orbital ground-to-ground strike weapons?"

"It's just an ordinary fifth-generation fighter, the same level as the domestic J20. You can understand that we currently have 17 fighter jets of the same level."

"So, is this foreign moon fuller?"

"It can be understood that a bunch of employees are replying below."

"What did you say?" Wang Yao sat down slightly, feeling a little curious.

[Destroy all the air forces... Is f22's original name called Strike Gundam?]

[Not to mention anything else, China has 3,600 aircraft. Even if you are queuing for a rush, how many can you do it?]

[The calculation formula for how many ammunitions are needed and how many ammunitions are needed to be loaded to complete the fire]

[I am Obama, I am urgently asking for your help. I wait online. I am very urgent.]

"It sounds quite interesting." Wang Yao's face broke the ice and smiled.

"The US area has been alarmed, and some people come to watch. They sincerely say that they are not that powerful. Have you had a nightmare Wang Yao?"

"Nightmare?" Wang Yao was stunned, his smile gradually faded away, and he shook his head: "It's not a nightmare... I don't plan to sleep anymore. Please help me see what the process of this rest is."

A few minutes later, Xiao Wu listed all the procedures of Wang Yao this month.

【oftum-283 (King of Fighters 97 World) has expired】

【oftum-482 (the bed that can "dream") is prohibited】

【Oftum-1101-1 to 993 (game collection) not applied】

【Third rating test-can be carried out】

【Often the chaotic world) is not recommended (no improvement help)】

【oftum-434 (unknown virtual world) red key is prohibited, the rest can be performed】

【Oftum-1635 (survival game) is not recommended (no improvement help)】

【Receive contribution tasks-can be carried out】

...

There are a lot of things, no less than a dozen items. However, there are not many that can be carried out. In other words, it is either prohibited or unapplied or expired.

If unknown warning information is ahead, the spearhead is likely to point to the rating test. Don't act rashly for the time being.

So after statistics, only the only thing left to receive contribution tasks can be carried out.

Wang Yao urgently needs to find something to do so that he will not remind himself of what happened the day after tomorrow.

It seemed to be in response to Wang Yao's thoughts, and his watch sounded and someone was contacting him.

The watch was connected. A calm and heavy voice came.

"Wang Yao, you have work to do."

Wang Yao stood up and pulled Xiao Wu backward and sat on the table.

"I've been waiting for a long time."

...

More than ten minutes later, on the bustling streets at night.

Ten days have passed since the Spring Festival, and you can still occasionally hear the sound of firecrackers in the distance and the red shatters everywhere on the roadside under the street lights. This makes Wang Yao feel the only long-lost familiarity and the flavor of the New Year.

Close the car window, Wang Yao leaned against the back seat, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Bang!!!

The loud noise echoed in the empty corridor, the door panel collapsed, splashing large frost flowers. The cold air poured in, making Sam and Hera, who were facing the door, almost breathless.

The four people who had been accustomed to the darkness had squinted their eyes and looked at the human figure at the door.

The light came in from behind him and shone into the room slanted, making it impossible for the four of them to see the person at the door clearly.

"It's our turn." The black vagabond complained about the cold fireplace leaning against his back, and the biting chill came.

"It's me." A faint voice sounded from the human figure at the door.

"Wang Yao!"

"God, you came too soon."

Returning from hell to heaven, everyone was so excited that they could not be more excited, and even the cold that had been tangled was cleaned up. They shouted, as if they were reborn. Wang Yao could see that under the light behind them, each of them had hope and ecstasy on their faces.

"Where is the professor?" Wang Yao spoke, his tone as cold as the temperature was so cold.

"he……"

The four of them suddenly looked dim, but Sam still stumbling.

"I know, I mean his..." Wang Yao couldn't say the word "corpse" no matter what.
Chapter completed!