The orc's left eye exploded, and disgusting liquid splashed.

The tungsten heart shell-piercing armor-piercing bullet that was enough to penetrate the 20mm steel plate penetrated into the orc's eye socket, but it failed to kill him. A more miserable roar was even more miserable. The orc covered his blind eyes, his eyes were red, and his roar rushed towards the culprit.

Didi--

As soon as he ran a few meters, a sudden loud noise came from the orc's feet.

boom!

This wilderness is destined to be uneasy tonight. The violent explosion sounded without any obstacles and instantly spread to several kilometers in a radius. The light was clearly visible a few kilometers away. The black clouds rose, extremely conspicuous.

Sand and stones flew, falling down. A huge figure rushed out of the dust, slid out for several meters on the ground, and stopped, leaving behind a burnt ditch of mud behind.

One of the orcs' legs was blown to pieces, and white bones were visible. The seriously injured orcs roared and wanted to get up, but the bullet symptoms in their brains began to appear, making it increasingly unable to control its body.

The half-squatted figure put down his sniper rifle, stood up and walked step by step to the orc, and stepped on his head.

"roar--"

The orc looked back and his body strength suddenly recovered. Before it could tear the short human to pieces, the muzzle was aimed at the intact eye.

Dadadadadadadada—

The gunshot echoed in the afterglow of the sunset.

The raging flames made the dusk even darker, and the fire waves that rose several meters high remained unabated, making a crackling sound. The container was burned red, and everything inside was turning into ashes under thousands of high temperatures.

He turned his gun to his back. The figure turned around and picked up the sniper rifle, gradually moving away from the range of the fire, and leading it into the darkness.

Old shipyard

The fishing boats that were stranded by the river bank were rust everywhere, with rust several centimeters thick. In the dark, it was like a fishing boat that had sunk into the deep sea for hundreds of years.

Pick-Pick-Pick-

Rhythmic footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. A beam of light swept across the dusty corridor.

The ground was covered with footprints, and a thick layer of dust was spread on it. No one had come for at least ten years.

The figure holding the flashlight walked to the deepest part of the corridor and stopped.

This is the sailor's cabin. The cabin door with round glass is slightly pushed open by the accumulated rust, opening a gap.

The flashlight shines in from the glass, a very ordinary room. On the left is a bed on the upper and lower floors, and on the other side is a seating table. There is also a box in the corner that looks like a box used to hold treasures in Pirate movies.

A terrifying friction sound was heard. The thick hatch door was opened and the figure entered the sailor's cabin. The hatch door was closed with his backhand.

Bang-

Put the flashlight on the table, take out the fluorescent stick and break it brightly. The yellow fluorescent light reflects the narrow sailor cabin.

There is not much dust falling inside, which is related to long-term air dissipation. The yellowing of the bed sheets is mostly due to wear of time rather than dirt. The sailor cabin is filled with a musty smell.

The figure looked around and finally set his eyes on the treasure chest in the corner behind the hatch.

He walked closer and opened the box. What was disappointing was that there were only some debris, books, newspapers, notes and photos.

The figure put the flashlight aside, picked up the stack of newspapers, and quietly turned the pages to watch.

I hugged it and turned yellow, because the air was not circulating, so I was lucky to preserve it.

On March 11, 2057, Capital Post. [Mexico asked the US government for help. The Pentagon warned China to withdraw its troops, otherwise necessary measures will be taken.]

March 13, 2057. Capital Post. [The United States officially joined the war, and a large number of people fled to Canada.]

On March 19, 2057, the Capital Post. [Major cities in California were attacked by Chinese airstrikes. Yu Youyou Hundreds of Thousands of Citizens were killed. The President strongly condemned it.]

On March 19, 2057, Capital Post. [China Team landed on the west coast of Oregon, California, and Washington. The President, the Pentagon and Congress urgently moved to New York State]

On April 1, 2057, Capital Post. [Russia joins the war and lands in Alaska, USA.]

April 2, 2057, Capital Post. [The President delivered a speech in the Provisional Congress, freedom and victory belong to the American people.]

These are news when 434 is not the wasteland world yet. News from three hundred years ago.

Before 1950, the 434 world timeline was surprisingly similar to reality, or almost consistent. Whether it was historical events, World War I and World War II, or the United States' nuclear bombs were deployed in Japan, they all coincided with the real world. The only difference was their writing.

It was not until half of the 20th century, after 1950 that world events began to change subtly, and with the retirement and the butterfly effect, differences arose. The most significant thing was that the Soviet Union did not disintegrate in 1998. Kennedy was assassinated but did not die.

Until 2057, the initial subtle changes have caused earth-shaking changes in the world.

Everything turned around. In reality, the United States, as a messenger, became the victim and was forced to join the war. The final result of this struggle between the two most powerful countries in the world was a nuclear disaster.

The world was destroyed, and humans destroyed the world they created with their own hands.

War has never changed. The war has existed since humans discovered the power of bones and stones when they were eating raw meat and drinking blood. But they once threw stones at each other, but now they are each other's nuclear bombs.

Some survivors survived by underground bunkers. In the next decade, the cruel ground environment and lack of materials eliminated most survivors.

Putting down the newspaper, the figure picked up another note. Turning on, each page was written with unique texts from the wasteland world. The time was until March 21, 2057.

The sailor may have escaped or died.

The diary was full of personal trivial matters. When I ate a very sour orange, I took it to the first mate and ate it, which made his dentures sour. Or when I was fishing, I felt something heavy was hooked, and when I pulled it up, I found that it was a prank of my companion diving underwater.

Or complaining. Today, the weather is so cold that it is so cold that it says it. I have to use it to dispose of it before I hear what the other party said. There are also complaining that my daughter doesn’t know her when she returns home, and my wife doesn’t give her a good face.

Putting down the notes, the figure suddenly saw a brown plush bear at the bottom of the box and a photo in the frame.

The photo shows a family of three hugging each other intimately and standing in front of the amusement park. Because they have been left for too long, the photo faded and there is a feeling of black and white photos of the last century.

These are secrets. Except for the first four exploration team members and 0302, no one knows about this. Even Wang Yao, even the omniscient Zhizi.

Behind the gate is another earth? Another Milky Way? Another Universe?

The containment of the above is an opportunity and a disaster to the earth's civilization. No civilization can resist the attraction of another same universe.
Chapter completed!