A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 679: Terrible Bird

As night fell, the barracks gradually became quiet. The soldiers dragged their tired bodies and walked into the new house. Their eyes showed curiosity about the new environment and longing for future life. The beds were neatly made, the closets were full of clean clothes, and every corner of the barracks exuded the atmosphere of home. The soldiers sat or lay down, sharing each other's stories, and the laughter and conversations intertwined, adding a bit of vitality and vigor to the barracks.

But Bai Ye, the founder of the military camp, chose to leave at this time. He stood quietly at the entrance of the military camp, looking at those busy and satisfied soldiers, with a complex emotion in his heart. He knew that this military camp was not only a shelter, but also a home for their souls. He turned and left without looking back, leaving behind only a determined and lonely back.

Passing through the winding alley, Bai Ye arrived at Commissioner Smith's home. It was a slightly old villa, but it was well-organized, revealing the owner's rigorous attitude towards life. Bai Ye knocked on the door gently, and the door was soon opened. Commissioner Smith appeared at the door, his face full of surprise and confusion.

"Bai Ye? Why are you here?" Commissioner Smith asked, with a barely perceptible hint of nervousness in his voice.

Bai Ye smiled slightly, took out a box of exquisite electronic cigarettes from his pocket, and handed it to Commissioner Smith. "You have worked hard these days, this is a gift of comfort I specially prepared for you." He said, his tone was calm but revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Commissioner Smith took the e-cigarette and was stunned. He didn't expect Bai Ye to visit him at this time, and he didn't expect to receive such a gift. His eyes suddenly became moist, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. With trembling hands, he tried to open the e-cigarette box, but found that his fingers were no longer under his control.

"Bai Ye... I..." Commissioner Smith choked and said, his voice full of gratitude and guilt. He suddenly knelt on the ground, holding the e-cigarette box tightly in both hands, as if it was the most important thing in his life.

"Smith, what are you doing?" Bai Ye frowned, seeming a little surprised by Commissioner Smith's reaction.

"Bai Ye... I... I swear to be loyal to you forever!" Commissioner Smith raised his head, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I know I have done many wrong things in the past, but please believe me, from now on, I will follow you to the death and go through fire and water for you without hesitation!"

Bai Ye looked at Commissioner Smith's face full of sincerity and determination, and his heart could not help but ripple. He did not expect that his small action could touch Commissioner Smith's deepest emotions. He was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Smith, I received your loyalty. But remember, loyalty is not a verbal oath, but a proof of action. I hope you can prove your determination with practical actions."

Upon hearing this, Commissioner Smith nodded and said, "Yes! Bai Ye! I will definitely do it! No matter what difficulties and challenges we encounter, I will stand firmly by your side!"

Bai Ye nodded, seeming to be satisfied with Commissioner Smith's answer. He turned to leave, but suddenly stopped. "By the way, Smith." He turned around and looked at Commissioner Smith with deep eyes, "The construction of this military camp is just the beginning, we still have a lot to do. I hope you can continue to use your abilities to help me complete the next task."

Upon hearing this, Commissioner Smith quickly nodded and responded, "Yes! Bai Ye! I will definitely do my best! No matter what you need me to do, I will do it without hesitation!"

Bai Ye smiled slightly, then turned and left. His back gradually blurred in the night, but his determination and resoluteness seemed to be forever imprinted in Commissioner Smith's heart. He knew that he had found his true home and faith - that is to follow Bai Ye forever and fight for him.

Commissioner Smith watched Bai Ye leave, his heart surging with unprecedented excitement and determination. He stood up slowly, the electronic cigarette box in his hand seemed to have become a symbol of his new life, heavy, full of unknowns and expectations. He walked into the house carefully, found a corner with soft light and sat down, ready to savor this special gift from Bai Ye.

Commissioner Smith gently opened the e-cigarette box, and a faint sense of technology and refinement came to his face. Inside the box, several uniquely designed e-cigarettes were neatly arranged, each exuding an attractive luster, as if telling of their extraordinaryness. He gently took out one, slid his fingertips across the smooth metal surface, feeling the coolness and texture, and secretly admired Bai Ye's taste and attentiveness.

He noticed that every detail of the e-cigarette was carefully crafted, from the exquisite carving patterns to the humanized button design, all of which reflected the ingenuity of the maker. Commissioner Smith took a deep breath, trying to calm his excitement, then slowly brought the e-cigarette to his mouth and gently pressed the switch.

With a slight buzzing sound, a soft light appeared on the top of the electronic cigarette, and a faint fragrance spread. It was a taste he had never experienced before, neither like the pungent smell of traditional tobacco nor the sweet smell of some spices, but a unique smell that was fresh, elegant, and slightly fruity. He took a light puff and immediately felt a warm current flowing into his heart, as if all the fatigue and pressure were released at this moment.

Commissioner Smith closed his eyes and savored the aroma lingering in his mouth. It was like a spring that moistened his dry heart, or like a breeze that blew away the haze in his heart. He felt unprecedented relaxation and pleasure, as if the whole world had become beautiful.

However, this pleasure did not last long. As he further tasted the e-cigarette, he began to realize that it was not just a simple enjoyment, but also a test of self-control. He found that he needed to focus more on controlling the rhythm and strength of his breathing to fully experience the wonderful feeling brought by the e-cigarette. This sense of control made him feel both excited and nervous, as if he was in a silent contest.

As time went by, Commissioner Smith's appreciation of e-cigarettes became more and more in-depth. He began to try different flavors and concentrations, experiencing the different feelings brought by each change. He found himself becoming more and more addicted to the process of tasting, as if he was exploring an unknown world. Every attempt made him feel novel and surprised, and also made him more determined to be loyal and follow Bai Ye. However, in this addiction and enjoyment, Commissioner Smith also realized some problems. He found that his dependence on e-cigarettes was gradually deepening, and even began to affect his daily life and work. He realized that this dependence was a dangerous signal and must be controlled in time. So he began to consciously reduce the frequency and time of using e-cigarettes, and tried to keep himself awake and rational.

During this process, Commissioner Smith gradually realized the real intention of Bai Ye giving him the e-cigarette. This was not just a simple consolation gift, but also a test and reminder. Bai Ye hoped that he could keep a clear mind and firm will, and not be confused or swayed by anything. He understood Bai Ye's good intentions, and strengthened his determination and belief.

In the end, Commissioner Smith successfully controlled his dependence on e-cigarettes within a reasonable range. He learned how to use e-cigarettes correctly to relax himself and relieve stress, while also maintaining his sobriety and rationality.

After realizing the deep meaning behind Bai Ye's gift of e-cigarettes, Commissioner Smith felt a strong sense of self-reflection and determination. He knew that true loyalty and following should not be hindered by any external things, and he should not let temporary enjoyment become a stumbling block on his way forward. So he made a surprising decision.

He stood up and looked firmly at the deep night sky outside the window, as if he was saying goodbye to his past. Then, he strode out of the room, crossed the quiet street, and came to an inconspicuous trash can. He stopped, took out the exquisite e-cigarette from his pocket, stared at it for a moment, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. But in the end, he resolutely threw the e-cigarette into the trash can, and the light "click" sound seemed to be a signal for him to say goodbye to the past.

However, Commissioner Smith's actions did not end there. He squatted down and began to search in the trash can. The air around him was filled with unpleasant odors, but he seemed to be unaware of it. Finally, he found some fruit peels, which might be useless garbage in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, it became the beginning of his new life. He carefully put the fruit peels into the box that originally contained the e-cigarettes, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

After finishing all this, Commissioner Smith stood up, dusted off his hands, and his eyes became more determined. He turned and walked towards the parking place of his power armor, which was a high-tech and powerful equipment that allowed him to fly freely in the air. He quickly put on the power armor, started the engine, and with a roar, he took off into the air and soared into the sky.

In the night sky, Commissioner Smith drove his power armor through the stars at a staggering speed. He looked down at the city below, and felt an unprecedented sense of freedom and release in his heart. However, this freedom did not last long, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a group of flying birds. Those birds flew freely in the night sky, carefree, as if mocking his bondage and struggle.

An inexplicable anger rose in Commissioner Smith's heart. He felt that he was provoked by these birds. He slammed the control console of the power armor and took out a bag of concrete from his pocket. This bag of concrete was originally a material he prepared for a project, but now it became a tool for him to vent his anger. He opened the bag without hesitation, poured out the concrete, and swooped down on the flying birds.

"You free birds! Have a taste of being bound!" Commissioner Smith roared, driving his power armor and chasing the birds madly in the air. His movements became extremely fast and wild, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and dissatisfaction on these innocent creatures.

However, the birds were obviously not afraid of this sudden "invader". They nimbly dodged Commissioner Smith's attacks, sometimes swooping down, sometimes soaring into the sky, as if they were fighting a life-and-death battle with him. This chase lasted for a long time until Commissioner Smith's physical strength and patience reached their limits.

Finally, he stopped what he was doing, panting and looking at the birds that had already flown away. There was both reluctance and relief in his eyes. He realized how stupid and absurd his behavior was. He began to reflect on why he became so irritable and out of control. Was it because of his dependence on e-cigarettes? Or because of his blind execution of Bai Ye's orders? He didn't know. But what he knew was that he had to change everything.

Commissioner Smith slowly landed on an open grassland, took off his power armor, and sat aside to think quietly. The night breeze blew across his face, bringing a hint of coolness and clarity. He took a deep breath, feeling the tranquility and freedom. He knew that he still had a long way to go and many tests to face. But he also believed that as long as he remained sober and rational, he would be able to overcome all difficulties and challenges.

At this moment, Commissioner Smith is no longer the man who was confused by e-cigarettes, nor is he the puppet who blindly follows orders. He has become a warrior with his own thoughts and will. He knows that he will always follow Bai Ye, but he also knows that he will interpret this loyalty and following in his own way.

Although Commissioner Smith gained unprecedented clarity and rationality in his reflection, the primitive impulse and desire deep in his heart had not completely subsided. He looked at the black mamba basketball birds flying again in the sky. The birds drew beautiful arcs in the air with their unique posture and speed, which also aroused new waves in his heart.

"Black Mamba basketball bird..." Commissioner Smith muttered to himself, and information about this bird emerged in his mind. He remembered that these birds were not only strangely named, but also famous for their sharp beaks and powerful wings. They could easily smash the windshield of a helicopter, posing a serious threat to flight safety. This realization made his mood, which had been slightly relieved by reflection, tense again.

He stood up, his eyes flashing with complex light in the night. On the one hand, he knew that he should remain calm and rational and not be driven by impulse; on the other hand, the desire for food and the desire to challenge danger kept tempting him. In the end, desire overcame reason, and he made a decision that shocked himself later.

Commissioner Smith took out a small and exquisite pistol from his power armor. It was the weapon he often used when carrying out missions. He gently stroked the gun body, feeling the cold metal texture, and an inexplicable excitement and tension surged in his heart. He aimed at the most conspicuous black mamba basketball bird in the sky and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The sound of gunfire rang out in the night sky, breaking the original tranquility. The Black Mamba basketball bird shook violently in the air, and then fell down like a kite with a broken string. Commissioner Smith did not stop, he fired continuously, and the Black Mamba basketball birds were shot one after another and fell to the ground. His movements were swift and accurate, as if he was conducting a silent hunt.

(End of this chapter)