Chapter 615:

"Pete!" Vic yelled. "Come on, boy?" He was waiting for me, trying his best to avoid the surrounding bodies. Protect from barbaric quarrels.
"Future!" I leaned forward and bumped my head. Both fists worked like pistons, clearing the way to my companion.
"Very well, Pete!" Vic yelled out of breath when I joined them. "Now take a break! Load the gun?"
I quickly opened the action and put in six ink cartridges.
"It's now. Let me go. You put the hope in the middle and lift it up. Ready?"
"Let's go!"
I jumped off, fingers of hope clinging to my belt tightly. A large number of new people poured into the ramp, passing by the five or six priests who rushed to stop the trend.
A priest saw us and yelled at his companion. They came toward us wholeheartedly, obviously trying to stop us from moving forward. I never saw the anger and hatred in the eyes of these strangers again.
"Look at them, Pete!" Vic growled. "We can't take risks!" His gun roared twice from behind me, and the two priests twisted and were trampled into pulp immediately. The other person extended a long arm to Hope, and I gave him hope. There is nothing to do. He followed the path of the other two.
Twice again, before we reached the where they were guarding, the idol's angry attendant fell at our guns. Then, we hurried down the ramp, from corridor to corridor, always fighting the rapid mob, we finally came here, trembling tiredly, panting, breathing in this terrible black city. A street without anyone.
"Are we free?" Hope said softly, hugging my arm tightly. "Do we really have freedom?"
"I hope so, dear. We seem to be. If we can only get into this crazy world before something happens, then"
"How much time do we have?" Vic interrupted.
I looked down at my watch, worried that it might have been broken or lost for a while. It is still running, apparently not damaged.
"Let's take a look; one minute and four minutes. That gives us seven minutes. Can we do it?"
"I agree. Not far, we are almost out of town. We must do it!"
Lead the way, follow me. Anxiously, I watched the minute hand of the watch slide towards the "" on the dial...touch it... keep going....
As Vic said, it is not far away, but we are tired from fighting the crazy mob, and the greatest force we can exert from our legs is the dog trot.
After a minute or two...
"This is the place! I marked it with these three stones. Hurry!" Vic hugged Hope and me with his hands, hugged us tightly, and made us all stand in a triangle made up of three black rocks. .
I glanced at my watch. Only a few seconds later, the machine can return to work in Vic's laboratory, provided that my watch is correct and the device works as planned.
Suddenly, Hope screamed and I followed her eyes. Dozens or more weird creatures suddenly appeared, but a few yards away, they quickly approached us.
I tried to draw a gun. Hands stretched out to grab me; to grab the three of us. Then the darkness quickly disappeared. I keep breathing upward, keep breathing. I suddenly became very heavy. I am immersed in the darkness... There is a solid under my feet... There is a dazzling light in my eyes.
"Good timing, I will say that." Vic chuckled lightly. "How does our own little material world look like?"
"Big!" I quickly left the machine, giving me hope. "Isn't it, hope?"
She sighed, shivered, and leaned in my arms. Vic glanced at us and smiled.
"Please think about it," he said, "I believe I will move on to see if I can find Mrs. Palin. Since noon yesterday, I have nothing to eat. I just realized that I am hungry. You will be with me. Huh?"
"For a moment," I nodded, and Vic happened to be his good detective and hurried away.
A second machine? I asked a few days later. "Are you still trying?" "Of course, I really came out to see hope, but she was still upstairs, finishing the finishing touch.
Vic shook his head very seriously.
"No, eldest son. I've had enough. Now on another tangent. Why-do you want to go back?"
"It's not me! It doesn't seem real now; it's more like a nightmare, but it was scary enough at the time."
"I can prove that this is not a nightmare," Vic chuckled lightly. "Come here, I will show you what you missed." He took him to the laboratory and opened the drawer under the workbench, one of several drawers.
He said: "I found it on the floor of the machine." "I didn't notice until later. The light from the machine caught it and brought it back. It made it a solid substance, as we know it here. You know ?"
I nodded, shaking. There is no possibility of error.
The whole box of clean alcohol bottles that Vic took out of the drawer was a sinister, claw-like brown hand, cleanly cut on the wrist.
I didn't plan to tell his story. I don't even tell if it is not against the Zena.
Understand that I don't like it. One of the best officers I have ever had is. His name is Ettel, and he assumed my position under my first order, Lao Tamun. However, recently, the merits have been fully utilized.
The history of the universe made him indispensable because he successfully conducted space exploration for the first time. The log of Bove's trip is a classic that every elementary school student knows.
But many of my friends are locals, and their boasting annoys me.
They said, "Well, Hansen," your special patrol team did an excellent job under the command of the Earthlings. But, after all, you must admit that it is Xianna talent that has mastered the space!
Maybe this is just a trivial matter for an old man, but repeating this statement in some form countless times makes me very angry, to the point of taking action. Before that, I want to say that for my friends, if they are willing to delve into the archives, they will find short reports of these adventures somewhere. These reports are recorded in the logbook of one of my old ships. Retired and forgotten. Maybe, except for a few people like me, she knew and loved her when she became one of the newest and best ships in the game.
I have commanded her throughout her active life. At that time, John Hanson was not an old man with brave deeds, but a vibrant young man for about a century and a half. Sometimes, when I go back to the past, I seem to have a hard time believing that Commander John Hansen of Etak is the same person as the retired old John Hansen and the old spinning mill, but I must be in my story For young people, this is impatient. From "old man" to "fool" is a short leap for young people.
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