Memory of the Empire Chapter 3 (Machine Translated)

 

But to be honest, he actually does not want to come to the ordnance station to stay, because it is often filled with the pungent smell of various kinds of ammunition, and sometimes the air conditioner was not turned on when dealing with dangerous energy weapons. That feeling is really beyond description.

 

For this reason, he was a bit reluctant to leave the medical station where he had gone to pull the nail out.

 

He came to the ordnance station mainly to return weapons and equipment - on the way he could chat with Lao Li - an old German man who speaks Chinese. Although the two of them were not really friends and had no previous friendship, they often chatted together or went to the shooting gallery to practice their guns on weekdays.

 

When it comes to Lao Li, Molin can't help but think of China.

 

He was "driven" abroad because of a storm. In fact, the country he went to was not the United States, but Germany. At that time, the pollution and wars in the region where Germany was located were relatively small.

 

Only later, in order to find a good way out, he chose to become a soldier - because in this era, the bullet that can kill is the way to survive. In fact, he made this choice mostly because of the death of his grandmother - a son of a bitch home invader who took her life.

 

His grandfather was working the night shift at a nuclear waste processing plant in the city, so he couldn't keep the laser rifle under the bed at home functioning.

 

There was nothing worth mentioning about Molin's childhood; he had suffered everything that was bound to happen to a child of this era. But then again, it seems that the things that got him on his way to such a glorious career as a soldier had a little something to do with his childhood -

 

His grandmother once told him that the pursuit of immortality in the fear of death is motivated by the instinct of life for material inheritance, the inner greed for the sense of possession of the world - all this is the source of suffering. This greed can be stopped only when the nature of the world is clearly perceived.

 

This passage had been imprinted on his mind for more than 10 years, and he did not fully understand the depth of its meaning. At least he thought that he needed to see clearly what this barren world really brought to people - so he chose to become a soldier - to see the bloodiest side of mankind every day, I guess the realization of that ideology was not hard.

 

He was starting to lose focus. Molin hastily dragged his thoughts back.

 

Fortunately today, the air conditioners and fans in this football field-sized armory are all on. He got up from the chair next to the door, punched his bandaged shoulder, gritted his teeth, and walked straight forward.

 

"Old Li!" He carried his ion rifle and came to the I-14 energy rifle store and shouted.

 

"Hey, wait a minute! Kid." A reply emerged from inside the door of the store, and then came the sound of clearing away the dinner plates.

 

Molin threw the ion rifle full of dirt and dust onto the table in front of the store, and also dumped the pistol on his waist, as well as the grenades and other things on his body and piled them all on that table.

 

"Fuck me a table of things again!" A short, fat, bald old man pushed open the door, chewing bread in his mouth, and holding a porcelain cup in his left hand-it was filled with potato goulash soup. He came to the table in two or three steps, wrinkled his face, put down the cup and wiped the sweat from his forehead, shaking his red shirt, and said: "You young people are really hard to serve. We never know how to classify and send weapons..."

 

"Old Li! Just a favor, as far as it goes." Molin's right hand propped up on the edge of the table, eyes glancing elsewhere, skimmed, "How are we doing lately?"

 

"What?" Lao Li's already wrinkled face frowned again, making his mouth widen a lot - and he looked even older.

 

"I asked how you've been doing lately." Molin looked at him and said, "Don't you boast that you're great at Chinese?"

 

"Hell, I know you spit out words like paste." Old Li gathered the weapons Molin threw on the table while muttering, "Fuck, do you know about the recent incident in the south of the city?"

 

Molin raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, then looked away, and said, "Of course I know. Didn't that wave of terrorists bomb the hospital last time? This time they went to bomb the residential area."

 

"The BOCE beasts are hopeless." Lao Li took a sip of the soup in the cup, "...... so, do you want some potato soup?"

 

"Shit, if I could drink that stuff I wouldn't be called Molin." Molin said sarcastically, "Don't understand how you can stand that stuff."

 

"It's not that I can't afford to spend money." Old Li's face was still buried behind the cup, "At this point you still think about beef? Save it, it's good to have bread with soup."

 

He chewed the bread in his mouth, and then said, "My folks in Germany said that because of the drought, those farmers in the west have died of hunger this year. According to this trend, next year it is estimated that even the price of potatoes will have to increase!"

 

Molin just sneered a few times and did not answer him. He slowly took off his mechanical exoskeleton.

 

At this time, there seems to be some noise coming from the door. Many of the soldiers in the ordnance station cast annoyed glances.

 

Molin glanced outside in boredom and stood up straight. "I'll go out and take a look, the stuff will be placed here for you." Molin said, then moved the shoulders that helped with the straps and walked out.

 

A skinny researcher in a white plaid top and dark brown pants, wearing a tie, struggled with two peacekeeping infantrymen pulling and dragging him, shouting, " Damn let go of me, those things can't be opened! This is nonsense!"

 

"Psycho." Molin recognized the man, he was the chief biologist of that biology lab next to here. This man was probably in trouble, I'm afraid he was going to get killed by the higher ups for a bunch of money, or just disposed of.

 

Molin does not care whether he lives or dies, after all, he does not have the need to cause trouble.

 

What he was curious about was what had happened in that lab. After all, what was in the van was in this bio-lab - maybe it was related to what this man said?

 

When he arrived at the bio-lab building, he didn't notice or hear anything strange.

 

Until suddenly, a female scientist wearing an oxygen mask pushed open that emergency door on the side and ran out - "Get out of here! Now!" She shouted at the crowd of people here as she ran.

 

Molin had not yet reacted before a huge explosion came from the lab ahead, blowing a car-sized crater out of the blast-proof wall where that emergency door was located - along with the high-speed flying debris in the thick smoke, accompanied by purple flashes of lightning.

 

It looked like ...... some kind of plasma overload?

 

All this happened in just 3 seconds, Molin was about to reflexively rush in to carry out the duty of a soldier - "Don't go in! That war gate commissioner ......" behind him, is the voice of the female scientist. She bent over, hands supporting her legs, panting heavily, "Go call for support! --.

 

--It's an alien creature! An alien creature that looks like a horse!"