In a dull rainy day, things that are a little further away cannot be seen clearly.

Being able to recognize Bob's family is actually just Link's subconscious reaction.

After all, there were only three people in the family who had some communication with him nearby, and Delia's shouting was similar to that in her memory.

The mentality of not wanting to cause trouble for itself was confronted with the basic bottom line of human nature for a moment, but the bottom line still won.

I'll try and try to resolve it peacefully. Link comforted himself so much, opened the door, and shouted: "Stop! Bob, maybe you need to talk."

With a loud roar, the three of them ran towards him faster and arrived at a location more than ten meters away from the door.

Delia was not only not frightened when she saw the shotgun in his hand, but was instead happy.

She shouted hoarsely: "Hurry, shoot it quickly. Monster, he has become a monster."

Isn't a person who abuses domestically? This logic... seems to be fine. Link habitually complained, and his eyes fell on Bob, a few meters behind the mother and daughter.

A strange face came into his eyes, and he couldn't help but lose his voice: "WTF!" The obliquely hanging shotgun muzzle suddenly raised and shouted: "Let's go down."

However, the mother and daughter, who were hunted and suddenly had hope of rescue, did not react and ran towards him desperately.

"Faco!" Link cursed, stepped back, raised his hand, bang!

The door was thrown heavily, and the whole process was completed in one go.

Delia and her daughter were stunned. Someone didn't know who was going to do it, and they both fell to the front of the porch.

Looking at the closed door, despair surged in their hearts.

"Don't move while lying, don't get up." Link's voice came from the window next to the door, stunned them.

Before they could figure it out, a gunshot was heard and Bob, who was a few meters away, was shot in the chest.

But he just shook his body gently and was not injured.

Because this bean bag is bounced, the white bag will hurt when hitting a person, and it is only used to disperse or subdue low-risk people.

At this moment, Bob was obviously not afraid of pain, but was angry and continued to rush forward with a roar.

Crack! The sound of the pump pulling sounded.

Bang!

Bob's chest was broken and his whole body was beaten back two steps and fell to the ground on his back.

This time it was a serious deer bullet, and it was hit within ten meters. The taste was absolutely sour.

The mother and daughter who were lying on the verge were awakened by two gunshots, turned their heads unconsciously to see the results, and then... screamed again.

Link only felt that his eardrums seemed to be penetrated by this harsh female duet, but he had no time to take care of it.

His eyes were fixed on Bob who was staggering up... Now, it is really appropriate to describe this thing as a monster.

A stream of black liquid appeared on the bloody chest, which was definitely not a dark red, but more like black oil stains.

At the same time, Link also saw it clearly.

The skin on his body was blue-black, his eyes were pitch black, but his mouth was cracked to the ears, and he could see the blue-black muscle tissue.

A thick black tongue with a length of more than ten centimeters was poked out from its two rows of chaotic sharp fangs, swinging towards the mother and daughter.

No wonder Delia and her daughter were so scared that they even called it a monster.

Although Bob became this thing, he could never be a human being.

His mind was still surprised, and his hand had already conditioned and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The grin that had just gotten up had a flowery face and fell down again.

After a few seconds, it climbed up again.

Bang! Another deer bomb hit its head, making a mess, and a large piece of black liquid splashed, roaring and screaming in pain.

After rolling and twisting on the ground for a while, his grinning was silent.

Link did not lower his vigilance, but still leaned his muzzle against the window and pointed at the monster.

If you are not human, what is it that you can't die if you get shots from deer?

If this guy hadn't lie down and the shooting range at the window was not very good, he wouldn't mind using a single-headed bullet to fill it with a few strokes.

At this moment, a soft female voice suddenly rang in Link's mind: "Recyclable divine particles were detected, and the first recharge was successful, and the energy point 2 was obtained."

"The noble super permission user 00001 has detected that you have selected a career. Doomsday game online starts virtual training - recruit training ground, energy point-1."

"The boot training ground is opened to consume 1 hourly energy point, I wish you a happy game."

Link was stunned: Why is this sound so similar to the automatic voice customer service in my previous life? And... it's so fucking Chinese!

The next moment, his eyes turned dark and bright, and a strange place appeared. A small translucent panel in the upper right corner of his sight was counting down 59:59.

Under the slightly pale dim light, there was only a table, a chair, and a woman in military uniform in the narrow room.

The two of them looked at each other, and the woman in a military uniform spoke: "Hello, Jeff, I am Brigadier General Winnie, the world is in danger. Please complete the training of the recruits as soon as possible, become a qualified soldier, and fight to the end for the continuation of the human race."

Link opened his mouth wide and was stunned for several seconds before exclaiming: "Damn it!"

The woman named Brigadier General Winnie was wearing a field camouflage uniform, but her left eye was flashing with a little red light.

Not only that, her left eye was covered with silver-gray metal, which was in sharp contrast with the normal flesh and blood around her. Her left hand holding a tablet computer was also the same silver-gray mechanical arm.

In terms of body parts, this Brigadier General Winnie can only be considered "half-person".

But that's not the point.

The key point is this look and the words she said, which makes Link feel inexplicably familiar.

Just like I often saw an old friend whom I met many years ago after a long time later, after a long time of separation, I was familiar with each other, but I couldn't remember the details at once.

Link was stunned, but Brigadier General Winnie didn't urge him, and stood there quietly like a robot.

Raising his hand and patting his forehead gently, Link tried to find the memories of his past from the familiarity.

Using the method of exclusion to analyze, he quickly determined the source of familiarity: First of all, this Brigadier General Winnie is definitely not a memory for this life.

Because Link is a time traveler.

During an all-night night, he closed his eyes for no reason and then opened his eyes. He arrived in this time and space United States and became a five-year-old Asian orphan in a welfare home.

However, in just a few days, he discovered that the social environment here is much worse than in his previous life, and it is a perfect dark version of the United States.

What's even more tragic is that Link has the starting point orphanage character of the classic Time Traveler suit, but he does not have the gold fingers necessary for the suit.

As the overall US economy is a bit worse, the number of orphans has increased, and fewer people are able to adopt.

Examples of welfare homes colluding with gangs to conduct human and even organ trafficking are common.

Fortunately, although he was a home-boy in his previous life, he lived to over thirty years old and his mental state was stable than that of a five-year-old child.

After a few months, I finally "played" myself into a transparent person with poor health, slightly sloppy, withdrawn temper, but not much trouble.

In this way, those "adopters" with ulterior motives and welfare home employees have never put them on the "priority adoption" list.

This endured until he was twelve years old. He transferred from a children's welfare home to a homestay and began to travel in multiple homestays.

Life is still difficult, but Link barely has the initiative.

Speaking of which, although the children's welfare homes are strictly managed, food waste, and also engage in black business, there is still a limit on the surface.

Host families are more dispersed, less regulated, and more complex and dark.

Those half-large boarding teenagers cheated and cheated and stole just the starting level, pulling people to sell, mixing gangs, selling banned drugs, and even going to the streets to free America are the daily routines of these reserve scumbags.

In four years, Link would encounter forced and exploitation at any time, and the number of times he experienced life threatening was above double digits.

However, as a teenager, he had more room to advance and retreat, and worked hard to live to the age of sixteen. This is the minimum age for orphans to leave their homestay family and live alone.

Being alone means being independent, which also means that he has officially entered society.

No host family provides basic accommodation, and the high unemployment rate in the dark United States has suddenly increased Link's survival pressure.

The beginning of a self-sufficiency is difficult, but compared to the violent restraint of host families and limited movements, the future is more worth looking forward to.

With the hard work and moderate negotiations that far exceed most sixteen-year-old young people, he changed from a temporary worker in a small restaurant to a "fixed" temporary worker within three months.

In this way, he still cannot enjoy the benefits of a formal worker, but the amount and stability of his salary have been greatly improved, which has given him a small but very valuable savings.

But in this dark America, violence and wealth are almost twins, and most ways to make money may face violent plunder from others.

In the end, Link could only rely on his third-rate online writing skills in his previous life to write shocking styles, chicken soup articles, poisonous chicken soup articles, jokes, etc. for various media in his spare time, and continue to enrich his savings.

After three months of hard work, he quit his "fixed" temporary worker and moved to a small studio apartment to become a dead house writer.

Continue to write short articles in the morning to earn living expenses, and write superhero novels from the afternoon to the evening (Qidian Ancient Novels).

Half a year later, Link was seventeen years old.

He finally succeeded in selling the superhero novel and handed over the publication of a small publisher that had received his short manuscripts for a long time.

After another half a year, this super brainless novel finally became popular.

During this period, Link did not take the opportunity to negotiate with the publisher about conditions to improve treatment, but only asked the other party to increase the promotion of the book.
To be continued...