"Lin Fei! Three missiles are locked on your position, evacuate immediately!" The roar from the walkie-talkie made my eardrums buzz, and the bullets were like death-eating bees with eyes, "whooshing" as they grazed the tactical helmet. The densely packed bullet holes on the mottled wall behind him were like a hornet's nest that had been poked by people with trypophobia, making one's scalp numb. Holding the rocket launcher, I dodged left and right in the reinforced concrete ruins, just like a grasshopper being chased by a hundred thousand vicious dogs. The back of my neck was burned by the blast of smoke, and I could smell the smell of burnt pork belly on my own skin.
As I ran, I complained crazily in my mind: "This script is wrong! I am the ace of the 'Dark Fangs' special forces, why should I arrange a handsome exit?" The moment I turned around, the mushroom cloud covering the sky was like Thanos with a cheat activated, rushing towards me with its mouth wide open. I looked down at the limited edition tactical boots I just got on my feet, and almost cried with sadness and anger: "Damn! I haven't posted likes on these boots on Moments yet!" This was probably my last obsession before I died, and then I was eaten alive by the darkness. Before I left, I didn't forget to give this mission a blood-red negative review in my mind.
I don't know how long it took, but a pungent medicinal smell exploded in my nose like eight hundred heads of peeled garlic, which made my soul almost leave my body again. I struggled to open my eyes, and saw that the carved bed curtains were shaking like a drunken fat man, and the sunlight filtered in through the hollow window lattice, turning the old servant beside the bed into a terracotta warrior with a runny nose.
