Since the family's villa was built, Lin Feng and Zhu Lin have been driving back to the countryside to live every day. Anyway, it's only a ten-minute drive, so it won't delay anything. Mom and Dad know that they, young people, have their own lives. , stayed for two days and then went back to the city.
The air in the village is much better than that in the city, especially in Shacheng. When I used to ride an electric bike, as soon as I arrived in the suburbs, I would immediately feel that the smell in the air was different, and the temperature also dropped by one or two degrees. , Lin Feng doesn’t understand why everyone is swarming to go to the city. Don’t the rich people in developed countries all live in big villas in the suburbs, with lawns in front of their houses and gardens behind their houses? They are all crowded together in the city. What an idea.
No matter what others think, Lin Feng just wants to stay at home and play games with his wife, set up a bed on the terrace at night, sleep under the stars, count the stars and watch the Milky Way with his beloved in his arms, and talk about interesting things from his childhood. This is very beautiful.
After living in the countryside for a month, Lin Feng seems to have adapted to this kind of life. When cooking, he goes to the vegetable field to pick fresh vegetables. From picking to serving, he can finish it in less than half an hour.
"Well, it would be perfect if I had another daughter. I am willing to become a daughter slave."
"Ding!"
The mission came. Lin Feng had almost forgotten about the mission in this month of leisurely life. When he opened the light curtain, Lin Feng saw:
Mission World: "First Blood"
Mission 1: Revenge, Rambo needs a hearty battle to declare his existence to the world, and let those young people die.
"Huh? There is only one mission like this. The first drop of blood. Exciting. I like it. Let Uncle Lin Feng and I turn this town upside down, hahaha."
When I first watched this movie, I felt that Rambo's Revenge was very satisfying. It was easy to get started with any grudges, and there was no need for any nonsense. However, when Lin Feng watched the entire movie from beginning to end, he realized that the whole The scene seemed intense, but in fact one person died from the beginning to the end, a fat deputy police chief, and he fell to his death.
This makes Lin Feng a little depressed.
"Rambo, don't worry. If you don't dare to do anything, Brother Lin, I will do it for you."
Lin Feng clicked on the movie and watched it again. The exciting gun battle made people's adrenaline soar, making Lin Feng eager to experience it for himself right away.
Lin Feng searched for information about the Vietnam War and looked at it. It turned out that we still had something to do with it. But in the end we won, but then we were betrayed again, so there was also a self-defense counterattack. Lin Feng looked at it for a while, and it seemed It had little to do with this movie, so I briefly browsed it without understanding it in detail.
The next day, Lin Feng told Zhu Lin that she would not go to the store. Zhu Lin thought that Lin Feng's laziness had returned, so she didn't say anything and drove away. Her cousin clerk had also left. Once in place, two people can easily handle everything.
After being prepared, Lin Feng chose to travel through time.
"Wow!"
A familiar feeling came over him, and Lin Feng felt that the memory about Rambo was absorbed by him in an instant. Perhaps it was his successive breakthroughs in the Heavenly Fantasy Art that made his mental power grow tremendously, so this bit of information has already affected Lin Feng. It won't have any impact.
Lin Feng found himself wandering alone in a beautiful town. He looked down at what he was wearing. He was wearing a U.S. military uniform, shit green, not very pretty. He turned his head and took a photo on the glass of the store next to him, and found that he was What he looks like now is not that of Stallone, nor his original appearance, but that his appearance has been magically modified. His height has increased by about ten centimeters, his muscles have become larger, and his face shape is somewhat Westernized. He also has long golden hair, deep blue eyes, and looks like a European and American handsome man.
"Hey, it's a pity that there is no heroine in this movie. What's the use of being so handsome." Lin Feng complained in his heart.
After looking at his appearance on the roadside for a while, Lin Feng stopped by a fast food restaurant in the town, ordered fried chicken, burgers and beer, and sat alone by the window admiring the beautiful scenery. Rambo's memory was recalled in his mind, and it turned out that this was the scene at the beginning of the movie. He was now looking for his only surviving teammate, Delmar Berry, but Lin Feng knew that he had died of cancer as early as last summer.
After dinner, Lin Feng inquired along the way and came to Delma's house. He saw a black woman hanging clothes outside. Knowing that this was Delma's relative, he walked up to her.
"Hello, is this Delma Berry's home? I'm his friend John Rambo."
"He was dead, just last summer."
"What? How did you die?" Although Lin Feng knew, he still pretended to be very surprised, because other than this, he didn't know what he should do.
"It was the cancer he contracted in Vietnam. When he was dying, he was already skin and bones."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be like this." Lin Feng expressed his apology at the right time.
After thinking for a moment, he took out a third of the money from his wallet and handed it to the black woman. He really didn't know whether this was his mother or his wife because he really couldn't tell. The woman's age,
"You can keep this little money, I hope it can be of some help to you."
After saying that, Lin Feng turned around and left, but he didn't go far. Instead, he wandered around the small lake in front of Delma's house. At that time, he discovered the scenery here in the movie was really beautiful. Now that he came to the actual place, he realized I found it even more beautiful than in the movie, with green pines everywhere and scattered wooden houses, full of exotic customs.
After wandering around for a while, Lin Feng was worried that the police chief here would come out and arrest him, so he stopped wandering around and went directly to the town to start shopping. He bought outdoor tents, blankets, lighters, various snacks, whiskey, and beer. , seasonings, fruits, pots and pans, and went to several restaurants to buy dozens of pizzas, burgers, fried chicken, etc.
Anyway, Lin Feng bought whatever he saw as useful. As a result, he was already very poor when he came out of the town. He originally wanted to buy a few guns for self-defense, but it seems that now he can only follow the revolutionary tradition and go to the enemy. Robbed.
This town is not very far from Holiday Town, where the plot takes place. Lin Feng caught a car on the way. He was a kind-hearted uncle who took him to the iron bridge entering Holiday Town. Lin Feng thanked him a few times. , I walked on the road with my hands in my pockets, looking at the surrounding scenery.
There are huge pine trees everywhere, and Lin Feng doesn't even know what kind of pine trees they are. They think they are very good building materials. The diameter of the pine trees is estimated to be two meters. If you cut off a piece, you can use it as a table. This should be in the subarctic coniferous forest climate zone in the northern part of the United States, so it is still relatively cold.
Lin Feng walked forward while admiring the scenery. He didn't notice that a police car was driving towards him. He had already passed by, but after seeing Lin Feng's appearance, he backed up and opened the car window.
"Hi, good morning, are you here to visit anyone?"
"No, I want to settle here." Lin Feng said calmly, not silent like Rambo.
"Oh? But our town doesn't welcome homeless people like you." Sheriff Will said bluntly.
"No wonder you, a bitch, almost got killed. You turned out to be so arrogant. I'll just have fun with you this time." Lin Feng thought to himself.
