87: Dream?

Liu Yan instantly gasped for breath, as if waking from a dream.

My head hurts.

This was Liu Yan's first reaction.

Liu Yan clutched the scar on the back of his head, his mind replaying the moment his consciousness vanished, and the extra memory images that had appeared in his mind.

"What exactly happened?"

In the few frames of the image, he saw the heart of africa slowly dissipating at his fingertips, and he slowly said:

"Brother, take care."

Then the scene turned around.

The scene after turning around was the source of Liu Yan's terror.

In the sky, millions of blue eagle helicopters buzzed deafeningly, almost covering the sky in black.

The widespread war on the ground illuminated the bottom of the helicopters in a dark red.

All around him were deafening sounds of battle, the roar of artillery shells, mushroom clouds in the distance, and the bodies of Soldiers at his feet.

Countless bullets grazed his body, and he felt an unprecedented loneliness, as if he was the only one left in the world.

"War..." Liu Yan whispered.

The shock brought by the images, and the feeling of his own insignificance, made Liu Yan personally feel the horror of war.

After a while, Liu Yan gradually recovered, and then remembered his situation.

But at this moment, besides the Babel Tower, and the faint footsteps of Hafke Soldiers, there was only dead silence around him, apart from the sound of crocodiles moving.

No one left... He... won?

"Brother Ji! Zhao Chuang!" Liu Yan quickly turned around and ran towards the Medical Zone.

The first thing he saw was Fuji's body.

Liu Yan pulled out a first-aid kit from his chest rig and injected it into Fuji's body.

Beep beep — beep beep —

"Uh ah —! Woo woo!" Fuji instantly opened his eyes and gasped.

"Eat this." Liu Yan shoved a painkiller into Fuji's mouth.

"You heal yourself first, I'm going to save Zhao Chuang." Liu Yan quickly walked upstairs.

"What happened? What happened to your eyes? Zhao Chuang is dead too?"

"Later."

Beep beep — beep beep —

With the injection from the first-aid kit, Zhao Chuang also resumed breathing.

"Uh ah —!"

Zhao Chuang opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Liu Yan half-crouching beside him.

"Brother Yan?! Ah! It hurts so much, painkillers!"

"Here." Liu Yan also threw a painkiller to Zhao Chuang.

At the same time, he also put one in his own mouth.

Zhao Chuang, who had taken the painkiller, recovered a little, and while pulling out a medical kit to treat himself, he looked at Liu Yan and asked:

"Brother Yan, you actually won this?"

"To be honest, the moment I died, I only hoped you could run away quickly."

"After all, my body, lying horizontally, could still slow down their pursuit of you a bit."

"I didn't expect that in this situation, you would still dare to come back..."

Fuji healed himself, retrieved his M250, and then quickly ran upstairs to the second floor.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh — — —!

Three healing shots hit Zhao Chuang, speeding up his recovery.

"Sorry, bros, I didn't help at all, just died directly."

Fuji looked guilty.

It was too embarrassing, he did nothing and the heaven is round, earth is square shattered.

Then he ran a few steps and died.

"What exactly happened after I died?"

"Oh, Brother Yan, what happened after I died?"

Facing their curious questions, Liu Yan began to recount what happened after Fuji's death.

After he finished explaining everything that happened after Fuji's death, the guilt on Fuji's face grew even stronger.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not your fault, there were indeed too many people in this round." Liu Yan patted Fuji's shoulder to comfort him.

"Brother Yan, keep going, what happened after I died, how did you win?" Zhao Chuang was a bit anxious.

He was too curious; he couldn't imagine how Liu Yan managed to win in such a desperate situation at that time.

Moreover, Brother Yan's injuries were the same as before he died, clearly not having sustained any damage.

It couldn't be that Brother Yan took an awm sniper rifle, then just rushed in, killing them all one by one with a single shot, could it?

And he wasn't even injured.

That's too absurd.

"Yeah, brother, keep going, the situation just now sounded like a dead end." Fuji also became curious.

Liu Yan pondered for a moment, then finally told them about what happened after Zhao Chuang's death.

"That's it, I don't even know what happened after drinking the champagne."

Then Liu Yan thought for a moment, and after confirming there were no drones behind him, he told them about the scene he saw before his consciousness disappeared.

"That's it, gone?" Fuji looked incredulous.

"Brother Yan, didn't you say before that the champagne had a negative effect and you were going to find someone to sell it to?" Zhao Chuang scratched his head.

"Actually, at that time, I didn't expect to survive, I just thought I'd give it a try." Liu Yan spread his hands.

"So, drinking too much makes you awesome? Then we should get a couple more bottles of this stuff."

"Yeah, Brother Yan, the champagne seems to be very effective!"

Liu Yan shook his head helplessly, not knowing how to answer, as he was completely unaware of everything that had just happened.

Seeing Liu Yan's conflicted expression, he gently nudged him.

"Still thinking about the scene just now? Maybe it was a nightmare?"

"You've been talking about how many worlds' planes and Soldiers descended together these days."

Liu Yan thought for a moment, then said with some uncertainty:

"It doesn't feel like a nightmare, it was too immersive."

"Brother Yan, why think so much? Isn't there still a bottle? Drink it and try."

Hearing Zhao Chuang's words, Fuji immediately slapped his thigh.

"You're right, Old Chuang, you're so smart now?"

Then Fuji turned his head to look at Liu Yan and continued:

"You drink it and try, it's good that we're both here to see what you're like after drinking it."

"Isn't that a bit too wasteful?" Liu Yan hesitated.

"Look, besides the situation just now, would you drink this champagne in any other circumstances?"

After Fuji finished speaking, Liu Yan shook his head.

He wouldn't drink it; he had almost been determined to die at that time, otherwise he wouldn't have taken that risk.

He couldn't bring himself to surrender all his actions to his subconscious, completely abandoning his brain.

"Then that's it, it's a waste if you don't drink it. It's like money in your hand, if you don't spend it, what's the use?"

Zhao Chuang also nodded in agreement from the side.

"You're not a hoarder... you don't like to save money and equipment? That doesn't sound like you, what you're saying?" Liu Yan looked at Fuji suspiciously.

Fuji rubbed his hands and chuckled:

"Hehe, isn't it just a little curiosity?"

Zhao Chuang nodded repeatedly from the side.

Under the instigation and persuasion of the two, Liu Yan took out the champagne from his quantum storage and waved it in front of them.

"You two better watch carefully, and tell me later, this stuff isn't something you can just pick up on the side of the road."

In fact, Liu Yan himself was also very curious.

If it weren't for the fact that phones disappeared in the action zone, Liu Yan would definitely have had Fuji and the other record it.

After all, in that situation, his normal self would never have been able to do it.

"Don't worry, we won't let you waste it for nothing." Fuji patted his chest and promised.

"Okay." Liu Yan nodded.

Perhaps after drinking it, he might see the latter half of the scene he just saw, or other scenes.

With that thought, Liu Yan pulled out the cork of the champagne.

Pop —

The champagne overflowed due to the recent shaking.

Seeing this, Liu Yan quickly put his mouth to the bottle opening and, under their expectant gazes, drank the remaining champagne in one gulp.