In the second dream, Lin Xian felt comfortable in a way he hadn't in a long time.
Gun in hand.
He indeed felt back on home turf.
He and CC stripped off the uniforms from the two of them and put them on themselves.
Although splattered with quite a bit of blood, fortunately, the uniform itself was black, so it wasn't conspicuous.
But wearing it felt sticky, which was still a bit uncomfortable.
"The problem with the bloodstains could be optimized next time," Lin Xian started to sum up his experience.
CC glanced at Lin Xian and didn't say much, clearly deep in thought.
So far, Lin Xian had made many accurate predictions about the future, and even if CC didn't fully believe what Lin Xian said, at least she no longer doubted him.
After a quick tidying up, Lin Xian also took their electronic work cards.
Lin Xian made a point to check the magazine... and was surprised to find it still loaded with the same kind of bullets as 600 years ago.
