Anyang sat on the sofa.

I stared at a piece of pure black glass in my hand and was dazed. To be precise, this was a mobile phone. Its packaging box was placed on the coffee table. The yellow hard kraft paper-shelled box was very simple, with only a conspicuous leaf pattern.

"This is completely different from the Ye Zi S1. Where is such a beautiful copycat? Where is the boot button and USB interface? No, this is completely a piece of black glass."

Anyang couldn't help but complain that he had confirmed that the mobile phone he ordered on Yezi's official website had been transferred.

"The people nowadays are so crazy."

Anyang put down the glass plate dejectedly. When he resigned a few days ago, he threw down his old phone. He finally changed to a new phone, but he didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing. He was in trouble and he had to stuff his teeth even if he drank water.

"By the way, with the current logistics management system, SF Express's chances of making mistakes are lower than winning the lottery. Should I buy lottery tickets? Maybe I don't have to find a job anymore."

He was thinking about it when a familiar ringtone suddenly rang in the living room. He subconsciously touched his pocket, but he didn't touch anything. Only then did he realize that his cell phone had been thrown by himself when he resigned.

An Yang lowered his head in surprise and looked at the black glass that was constantly vibrating on the coffee table. A layer of glass on the surface had been lit up. A girl's avatar looked particularly beautiful, and the three words Ji Weiwei were constantly jumping.

"Dad, this is really a mobile phone, but if I remember correctly, I probably haven't found where to plug in the card yet. Can you see a ghost in broad daylight..."

In order to prevent me from remembering it wrong, Anyang took out his wallet and opened it to look at it. The mobile Shenzhouxing was lying quietly with his ID card.

"Oh my god, it's really hell!"

An Yang looked at the phone with horror on his face, but he trembled and stretched out his hand and picked up the magical phone.

"It's not a prank, right? It seems that there is no need for people who master this technology to make me happy..."

He swallowed and trembled his way on the screen.

"Hey, it's me."

"Hey, Anyang, I heard that you have resigned again. Why are you making trouble for such a big person?"

"It's really you."

"Are you crazy? It's not me or my mother!"

"Uh, I'll explain this to you later. I have something urgent to deal with now. Bye."

Anyang quickly hung up the phone, couldn't help but breathe in his chest, and looked at the phone over and over again. Not to mention the place where the card was inserted, he couldn't find a gap, it was completely a piece of black glass.

But strangely, this black glass just answered a call for him.

"Can't you meet an alien?"

"But why do aliens give me an alien phone? If you are tired of playing, you can throw it away?"

Not knowing what he thought of, Anyang quickly threw his phone on the sofa, staring at it with a urge to snatch the door, until the screen of the phone was lit up again and the border was completely impossible.

Texts kept popping up on the screen, accompanied by a cold voice. Although it was not a rigid mechanical sound, it was impossible to hear men and women.

"Hello, the chosen one, it is your honor to see me."

Anyang was completely stunned, and countless scenes flashed through his mind.

It's really an alien phone.

What candidates are there? Shouldn’t you say it’s my honor to meet you when you first meet?

Anyang is confused.

"You...what the hell are you?"

...

An hour later, he finally gradually realized in shock that this mobile phone could allow him to travel through endless time and space, which was equivalent to a gate connecting various worlds.

"Wait, let me slow down, this is not a dream."

Anyang remembers many online novels he has read over the years. As a veteran game martial arts magical occupant, his eyes gradually shine with excitement.

A line of words appeared on the phone screen again, accompanied by a cold sound.

Overture 1, this killer is not too cold

Mission World: This killer is not too cold (original world)

Mission goal: Save Lyon

Initial skills: Fighting mastery (primary), gun mastery (primary), English mastery (primary)

Initial Funding: $100,000

Mission success: Reward props ability*1, skill points*3, physical fitness points*3

Task failed: Repeated execution

Anyang was stunned for a moment, and a lot of knowledge suddenly poured into his head, making his head swell.

Fighting force techniques, joint separation skills, action prediction methods, gun usage methods, shooting skills, maintenance skills, spoken English pronunciation, habitual language methods, phonetic symbols, etc.

"Is this killer...ah!! What is this..."

Before he could finish his words, a strong light flashed and the person had disappeared into the living room.

So, a young Chinese man wearing a white T-shirt and jeans fell on the streets of New York.

...

"Sir, Mr. Xingxing, what's wrong with you?"

Anyang felt a shaking in his drowsiness. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt that it was very dark in front of him. There was a bag next to him. A very beautiful girl blocked the light and showed a sincere smile when she saw him awake.

"You finally woke up. Please forgive me for being rude. Are you okay? How could you faint on the street?"

Anyang's eyes stagnated. The girl was blonde and blue-eyed. She spoke very authentic American English, but she didn't sound any obstacles. Although she was not as good as her native language, she was far beyond her English level.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Seeing that he didn't react, the girl asked again.

Anyang then came to his senses and shook his head and said, "I'm fine. Maybe it's too hot and heatstroke. Thank you, beautiful girl."

The girl looked up at the gloomy sky, lowered her head stiffly, with a strange expression, and then said, "I think you are in a bad state. Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Anyang quickly shook his head: "No need to thank you. I am very grateful for you to do this. No need to bother me, I can go through it myself."

"It's okay, my car is parked there."

"It's really not necessary. I still have something to do. I'm destined to see you again."

"Oh...well, as you wish, remember to bring the bag on the ground, this should be yours."

The girl smiled helplessly, reminded her and turned around and left. She felt that she shouldn't have saved this rude oriental man. In Chinese terms, it was thankless.

Anyang looked around and confirmed that the bag on the ground was his. He found a quiet place without anyone else, opened the bag and looked at it.

A US green card, a driver's license, a Chinese passport, and a thick stack of US dollars.

Without counting, this stack of US dollars must be 100,000 yuan.

"This killer is not too cold. This is a classic. I'm really not dreaming."

Only then did Anyang realize that there was a lot of knowledge in his mind, all about fighting, guns and English. In this way, this trip was nothing to gain, and this alone was worth it.

"Isn't it a shuttle to the world? Why did you come to the movie? By the way, I've watched this movie for several years."

He took out his cell phone from his pocket, and as soon as he lifted it up, the dark screen of the cell phone lit up, and a blurred figure appeared with his back facing him.

"Is there something wrong?"

An Yang was stunned and sighed inwardly that the phone was so cold, then said, "This, I want to ask, when will the mission start, why did I faint on the street? Is this really good?"

"The mission has begun. As for fainting, it is because the host's own quality is not up to standard. Fainting when the system imports knowledge has nothing to do with me."

"Uh, aren't you blamed for being too anxious? You can't wait for me to prepare well, adjust your mindset, and watch the movie again?"

The phone was silent for a while, and a cold sound came from it.

"The candidate has a very simple overture task, and the rewards for success are generous. There is no punishment for failure. The system also provides you with a green card, passport, driver's license and funds. It is almost foolproof. What else do you need? I will remind you at the end, please seize the opportunity of the overture and become familiar with the rules of time and space shuttle as soon as possible. There will be no such good opportunity in the future."

The screen of the phone dimmed.

"Forehead……"

Anyang put down his cell phone, shrugged, thought for a moment, and walked towards a gun shop within his sight.

After a quick swipe, a wide range of guns entered his eyes, from pistols to sniper rifles, all of which he had never seen before.

Dazzling!

After some decision, Anyang selected a modified M1911 pistol suit and an original CheyTacM200 sniper rifle.

Among them, the M1911 pistol was a former US military pistol, and the price was $1,200. The one bought in Anyang used rare wood grasping patch and ultra-light alloy sleeve seat for modification, and the price jumped to $3,500. In addition to the matching gun holster, gun box, two additional magazines, maintenance tools, etc., a total of $4,800 was spent.

The M200 sniper rifle is known as the Death Interventor, and is recognized as the longest range and highest accuracy anti-personnel sniper rifle. The price of the full set is $18,000, including scopes and all accessories, such as laser rangefinders, ballistic computers, sensor components, retractors and mufflers.

After showing the green card and completing the registration, he took out a stack of cash to pay the bill. He paid $1,000 for an extra $22,800 to save some of the procedures for the sniper rifle, which cost a total of $23,800.

It is equivalent to more than 100,000 yuan, which is his salary for the previous year. He just squandered it all at once. Being rich means being willful.

When he left, the boss looked at him meaningfully and said, "This sniper rifle has been here for two years. It is said that fewer people buy it in the whole United States than those who are struck by lightning."

Anyang put the pistol gun box into his bag. Ordinary American citizens could not expose their guns in public. They lifted up the heavy sniper rifle gun box, and casually pulled out two US dollars and threw them on the table.

"tip."

The boss had a beard and smiled knowingly, quickly putting the money on the table into his top pocket.

"Although the sales volume is small, some people collect this sniper rifle. Don't worry, I will help you with the remaining procedures. Even if something happens, it's not my business. By the way, I'll remind you that the ballistics of each gun are unique. If there is a problem with the gun you registered, the government will find you soon."
Chapter completed!