Chapter 97 Awakening

From the crash of the shuttle, to entering the "Blue Lake" bar, to the appearance of Grant, until today. Tang Fang was like a bystander, seeing all of this in his eyes.

He wanted to speak and stand up countless times, but his body was uncontrollable at all, and the damned memoirs of the Epsilon girl in his mind changed scene after scene and never stopped.

I don't know how long it took, it was a hundred years, or a thousand years, it was a long time anyway. It turned out that the little girl who didn't like to eat finally grew into a slim girl.

She was wearing a blue-black silk robe, tightly wrapping her curvaceous body. A silver moon bracelet was wrapped around the light blue wrist, and there was a crisp and pleasant metal crashing sound of "ding dong, ding dong" when walking.

There is a rune painted on her forehead, like all Ipsilon, a golden "ε".

This is a small valley. Tarolla blooms on the hillsides on both sides. The light of Baruch and Baruno sprinkles on the crystal petals, adding radiance to each other, scattering circles of silver halos.

Tarolla is a flower and a greedy elf. It will store part of the sunlight. When the brothers Baruch and Baruno fall asleep, it will secretly take out that part of the sunlight to enjoy. to play with.

At this time, the silver-white light will spread over the plains, mountains and rivers of Serepas, covering the vast land with a dazzling white wedding dress.

Liana swept over the crystal flowers, couldn't help but smiled, and then set her eyes on the gentle and soothing waterfall in front of her. The light blue water is like a silky thread, gently entangled. They are quiet, quiet like a sleeping child, flowing slowly and falling into the mirror-smooth pool.

The stars are twinkling, the light is soft and warm, and the faint water vapor is like a morning fog, filling the valley around the valley. Really a good mountain scenery.

However, the good times didn't last long. Under the hazy night, a shadow streaked across the sky, followed by the second and third...

The deafening roar came from outside the clouds, and the mirror-like water pool was surging and surging, and a mountain of mist blew over the hem of Liana's robe, revealing a pair of crystal-like ankle boots.

Looking at the sky, more and more gatherings, shining with a little silver light, like a trident-like star warship, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, her small hands were on her lips, and she muttered something.

At this moment, a figure flashed in the corner of the valley, and her parents ran over anxiously, waving to her while shouting something. Liana seemed to see the savior and ran to Taniguchi.

The screen freezes at this point, and slowly goes dark, the cursor flashes continuously, and a line of characters appears.

"power, on."

"system, restart, ok!"

"init..."

"prepare, dates..."

"updata...20%...30%...90%..."

"release."

"run, now!"

"..."

As the cursor flashed, Tang Fang felt his eyes light up, and then his body sank, and a sense of weight came from his spine.

Just like plugging in a power socket, bioelectric currents surging in all directions, and neural units in various parts connect to the brain, just like a flood-storing reservoir suddenly burst its banks, feeding back a large number of sensory signals.

The clearest and strongest feeling right now is the pain. The bones in the whole body are like falling apart. The pain is so painful that he is baring his teeth. Thinking about it carefully, it is no wonder that he was thrown over ten meters by the shock wave of the explosion when he was on Nami. On the ground, and then experienced events such as the loss of control of the shuttle, after a lot of tossing, it's strange that it doesn't hurt.

"What kind of thing, it's 'power, on!', 'run, now!', I'm not a robot." Tang Fang slammed his waist and sat up. It happened that little Sam raised his legs and ran to the door, and he twisted his head: "Stop, what are you doing?"

"Yeah..." Little Sam was startled. He never thought that the man who had been unconscious on the sofa would wake up without warning. He couldn't help shaking his body and stopped.

Directly opposite Monroe was also stunned for a moment. He hadn't woken up before the big battle between Aros and Hausen, so why did he wake up at this time.

"You finally woke up..."

"My dear, are you willing to get up? It must have been a long time to sleep."

Aros and Hausen were ecstatic, as if they had found the backbone, and the thick haze that shrouded their hearts disappeared in an instant.

It just so happened that Old John walked out from the back, and saw the expressions on the faces of the two people in front of the bar, he was stunned. An old guy like him, whose loess had been buried in his chest, naturally had far less life experience than young people.

He doesn't know the specific origins of Aros and Hausen, but from the series of actions after entering the bar, it can be seen that they are definitely tough guys who have licked blood and pulled teeth from tiger's mouth. What is the origin of the boy?

He originally thought that the leader of the three was Aros, followed by Hausen, and then Tang Fang, but he was completely wrong. The top spot among the three turned out to be the 25- or 6-year-old Maotou boy.

"Well, you're not old enough to get this thing." Tang Fang snatched an old M-504 Sabre assault rifle that Sam had obtained from nowhere, and threw it to Old John, then turned his head. Monroe, who rushed to the door with a stunned expression, said: "Don't worry, Grant's life is very tough, and he won't die in a while. When I drink a glass of wine and refresh myself, let's go and see the new military stuff."

Monroe is a little confused. This kid has been in a coma since he entered the bar door. How did he know Grant's name? Where did you learn that Grant was safe?

Ignoring the surprise on his face, Tang Fang turned to look at Old John: "Old John, have a glass of whisky with ice."

Old John blinked, staring at him like a ghost. The young man in front of him not only knew Grant's name, but also his name. Could it be that he was pretending to be in a coma? But looking at the reaction of the two people in front of the bar, it doesn't look like it.

"Old John, the slower you move, the more dangerous Grant's situation will be." Tang Fang's cold words sounded like a thunderbolt in his ears.

The elderly waiter's throat squirmed, and quickly grabbed a hidden corner of the wine rack. He had treasured whiskey for more than 20 years, and poured his hands into the small square glass with trembling hands. Finally, as if realizing that something was missing, he hurriedly removed it from the wine rack. Take a few ice cubes from the ice bucket and add them to the glass.

"Thank you." Tang Fang thanked him. First, he took the cup and sniffed, nodded in satisfaction, then raised his head and drank upside down.

"Let's go." After drinking the glass of wine, he turned his head and glanced at the smiling Aros and Hausen: "Enough rest, it's time to start work."

"Hey hey hey." Howson rubbed his hands in excitement. Aros shrugged helplessly, turned around, and jumped off the bar chair.

Little Sam stared blankly at Tang Fang, his eyes flashing with complex eyes full of surprise, puzzlement, doubt, excitement and so on.

"By the way, keep that bottle of wine for me. It's mine. Also, keep an eye on this little guy." After speaking, Tang Fang moved his stiff neck and walked slowly to the door of the bar under Monroe's gaze. .

"You...you don't need to bring a weapon?" Monroe glanced at Tang Fang, who was going into battle lightly, and couldn't help but ask.

Tang Fang smiled at him, didn't answer, pushed open the door on one side, and walked out. Hausen passed by him, grinned with a weird smile, pouted at him, and followed him.

Monroe was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembered something, pushed the door and walked out: "Wait, I'll take you..." He was stunned in the middle of the sentence, accompanied by a dull footstep, the supermarket and a store next to him were stunned. In an alley in the middle of the gym, which was mostly obscured by shadows, a group of unfamiliar soldiers in full armor filed out.

Some of them were wearing heavy armor, with dark gun barrels on their arms, and from a distance they looked bloated, like a grizzly walking upright. Another group of soldiers had slightly thinner armor and held a large, peculiarly shaped assault rifle.

Monroe looked at the worn-out M-505 saber in his arms, and then looked at the guys in the hands of the unfamiliar soldiers on the opposite side, and a trace of cold sweat crept onto his forehead.

Aros patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Don't be afraid, my own."

"He...they? Since...my own?" (TMD had a power outage from 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. yesterday, saying that it was a regional intermittent power supply. The weather was 38 degrees, and it was almost no heatstroke. I felt dizzy at night. I can't stand it any longer, I'm going to write a chapter, I'll just have this chapter today, try to make more tomorrow.)