Manual of Space-Time Interference

"I think my dog's eyes are blind..."

"Illusion, this is absolutely an illusion!"

"A collective hallucination of more than a thousand people? Brothers, do you believe in yourself?"

"The core values ​​of socialism over the years have collapsed in an instant..."

"Three views are instantly reshaped..."

"To be honest, what he is carrying is an anti-material sniper rifle, and the one at the back is a small unmanned fighter jet. The bullet holes on it must have been hit by 12.7mm machine gun bullets. 14.5mm armor-piercing round."

"It was shot by a 14.5mm caliber armor-piercing bullet. Judging from my many years of experience in the War and Ignorance Bureau, this time is definitely not to fool you!"

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded instantly. Jun Xuanhao swallowed and continued, "This is so fake, right? That person must be some mentally retarded person who suddenly appeared behind me..."

"Boom!"

A loud bang sounded behind Jun Xuanhao, and the hand holding the selfie stick trembled, almost not throwing it to the ground, he turned his head, it happened that the dialect showed a smile to him, the dialect mixed with gunpowder smoke and blood was at this moment. looks so terrifying,

After swallowing his saliva, he asked softly, "Old irons, what should I do?"

"Could it be that this is a fellow Daoist who is successful in cultivating immortals and who is about to ascend after successfully transcending the calamity?"

"Have you ever seen a cultivator carrying an anti-equipment sniper rifle?"

"By the way, I have a bold idea!"

"Hey, Xiongtai, what a coincidence? I suddenly had a bold idea!"

Jun Xuanhao looked at these barrages and wanted to cry, but looking at the dialect walking towards him behind him, he hurriedly continued to ask, "Old irons, what should I do? I'm not kidding!"

"Call 110?"

"Call 120?"

"It's better to call the crematorium. Usually, if this kind of secret is known, isn't it all going to kill people?"

"Face him head on, don't be cowardly, you must not be cowardly in this situation!"

"We must show the brave and fearless noble character of our earthlings! Straight to the front!"

"According to my estimation, the anchor's body may not last for 3 seconds..."

"Let's get down to business, Lao Xuan, as the director of the Strategic Fudge Bureau, I order you to seize this opportunity to make third-type contacts with extraterrestrial or unknown cosmic civilizations, and to show the noble side of our earthlings..."

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a hand was placed on Jun Xuanhao's shoulder, and at the same time a strong force came, causing Jun Xuanhao to turn around involuntarily, he grinned, took a breath at the same time, and turned his head.

"Hi! Brother, can you lend me your cell phone?" Fang Yan forced a smile and said towards Jun Xuanhao.

Jun Xuanhao swallowed his saliva, looked at the huge anti-equipment sniper rifle behind Dialect, and asked tremblingly, "Alien?"

"Earthman!" Dialect replied, cold sweat starting to break out on his face,

There is also a 12.7mm bullet embedded in the calf of the right calf, but it did not hurt the bone, but fortunately it was only a stray bullet. If it was a direct impact, maybe the dialect is not only embedded with a bullet now. problem.

"Give it to me." Fang Yan took Jun Xuanhao's cell phone in one hand, glanced at it, then looked at the cell phone still hanging on the selfie stick, thought for a moment, then glanced at Jun Xuanhao,

"Turn off your live broadcast!"

Jun Xuanhao listened, hurriedly put away the phone on the selfie stick, directly pressed the power button, and then turned on the dialect.

"That's right!" Dialect said, cut out the live broadcast room on his mobile phone, and then clicked on the dial pad to dial the string of numbers in his memory.

"96VS87A54X68S54."

A series of characters came out of his mouth, and the dialect turned to look at the crowd that gathered around him. At the same time, constant pain came from all over the body, especially the right calf. He glanced at it, and the blood had infected the whole pant leg.

…

"Has the positioning of dialects not yet appeared?" Yan Hongchang asked eagerly towards the technician in front of the computer.

"I didn't find it." The technician was busy working on the computer for a while, then turned his head to Yan Hongchang and said.

"Keep looking! Be sure to find it! This is a death order!"

Yan Hongchang exclaimed, turning around and walking towards the desk in the middle.

"boom!"

He hammered the table heavily and squeezed it with both hands. His face was very serious. He already had a faint guess in his heart, but he still kept a small hope.

"Director! The dialect has appeared!"

"Where?" Yan Hongchang raised his calm heart again, and hurriedly turned around and said to Ling Ya.

"Here, CD New Century Computer City!"

A positioning instantly appeared on the huge projection screen in the middle, and then stopped at this point in CD New Century Computer City.

"This is a dialect call!" Ling Ya handed over the microphone in her hand, Yan Hongchang picked it up, and put her ear on it.

"Old Yan?" A familiar tentative question came from the microphone, and Yan Hongchang's heart was completely relieved.

"Yes, it's me, what's the situation?"

"I'm in some trouble! I got hurt, but I brought back a big guy, but now the most important thing is that I'm surrounded by people, and people are still taking pictures, oh, yes, there was a live broadcast just now, the whale platform's , what is the name of the room—Lao Xuan is driving a unicycle today?”

"Are there any buildings with fewer people around?" Yan Hongchang asked in the dialect, and at the same time made a gesture to Ling Ya, signaling her to hurry up and notify the nearest security department.

"Does a shopping mall count?"

"Stay where you are and keep talking!" Yan Hongchang said seriously, thought about it, and added, "Remember that your safety comes first, when necessary..."

Yan Hongchang didn't continue speaking, but he knew that the dialect already understood what he meant.

"Yeah!" A soft voice came from the microphone. Yan Hongchang put down the satellite phone and turned to look at Ling Ya and the surrounding group members.

"Immediately notify the nearest public security department, the local National Security Bureau, block the entire computer city, and protect the 'big guy'. At the same time, notify the network monitoring department, control the media and the Internet, and prohibit any news about dialects!"

Yan Hongchang paused, then turned to look at Ling Ya, "How far are the local Guoan people from the dialect? How far is the nearest public security bureau?"

"It takes 30 minutes for the Guoan people to arrive, and 8 minutes for the Public Security Bureau!" Ling Ya replied, putting down the phone in her hand.

"Notify the people in the Public Security Bureau and send him to the nearest military hospital." Yan Hongchang said, after thinking for a while, he continued, "Notify the people in the military region and immediately start an anti-terrorist operation in New Century Computer City! Quick! Quick! Quick!"