After death, he traveled through time and became a young soldier on the battlefield.
Lorian looked at the gun in his hand, and listened to the birds chirping in his ears, which had more syllables than the gunshots, and fell into a daze for a moment.
No matter what happens, you have to survive.
There is just a language barrier and I can't use a gun. My daily task is still to rush into the minefield.
The pressure of survival is full, and Lorian feels that it is not possible.
Fortunately, there are people willing to help.
——In a dream.
Looking at the arrogant and violent black-skinned dwarf in front of him, Lorian choked up. Just as he was about to decline, he was challenged (violently) to a fight (beat) by the dwarf.
Chapo: #¥%&^@…!
Lorian: What nonsense is that again...
Shorty: weak chicken (character in Chinese with correct accent)
Lorian:...! ! ! !
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It turns out that verbal communication is very important.
With a consensus reached, combat training and language learning are put on the agenda.
Seeing that he was expected to resign, the sinister boss was shot in the head first.
The new boss is a good man. He led the team out of the war zone as soon as he took office. He also provided generous subsidies, strict but not life-threatening training tasks... And even occasional chats.
Looking at the boss's cat helmet, Lorian: How many more days will you stay?
However, some time passed.
The team formation is completed, and the boss issues photos of the final mission objectives.
Lorian looked at the darkness in the photo and fell into deep thought.
That night.
Lorian: D, does your dad have any weaknesses?
D:?
Note:
cp: Arkham Barrel
Text third person
Mission: Treat people with sincerity