"Watch out!"
Dunn roared, the armed militants rushing out of the alley forcing a curse from him, "Damn it all!"
Then he smoothly slid behind a nearby cover like a catfish.
Despite his swift reaction, his shoulder still took a bullet.
Mo Zhi's perspective was the same as Dunn's. As soon as she saw the people rushing out of the alley, she pulled the trigger of the "Great Compassionate Gatling."
An intense alley battle ignited.
Suddenly, the surroundings erupted in gunfire.
Mo Zhi, facing an unfamiliar environment, was overwhelmed.
The camouflaged figures emerging from the rooftops immediately focused their fire, killing the stunned Mo Zhi.
The screen's image gradually blurred, and a famous quote appeared:
"War does not determine who is right—only who is left." — Bertrand Russell
"Playing games, and learning famous quotes. It would be a waste not to use this for essay material."
Mo Zhi, experiencing her first death, felt an unusual sense of relief. This was the familiar feeling.
'One shot, red; two shots, panting; three shots, see a quote!'
'Old thief Lu Li understands too well, he's mastered the essence of domestic games.'
'Can't resist taking a screenshot. I'll transcribe it into my quote collection for essays later. No more worrying about lacking material.'
'This alley battle is so exciting!'
'Enemies are everywhere in unpredictable corners. The difficulty is a bit high!'
...
The intense conflict made netizens' blood boil. After reviving, Mo Zhi grabbed her Gatling and unleashed a barrage of fire towards the rooftops.
Da da da da!!!
Thick trees, as wide as bowls, snapped instantly. Countless bullet holes riddled the walls, and the assailants were turned into sieves.
"Yeee-haw!"
Mo Zhi, transformed into a killing machine, cleared everything in her sight with carpet bombing. "So satisfying! So damn satisfying!"
But happiness only lasted three seconds.
Then, Mo Zhi, along with her vehicle, was blown away by an RPG and had to scramble into the nearest building.
Lu Li: Heard you were having fun?
Mo Zhi thought she'd enjoy a moment of peace in the room, but it turned out to be even livelier inside than outside!
Various hidden enemies lurked, taking sneaky shots.
Soon, she encountered the second quote, and it wasn't a repeat!
Respawned again. /
Upon entering the room, Mo Zhi immediately set up her gun to cover the spots where the hidden enemies would pop out.
Scripting!
The most common and widespread way for players to clear levels. I'm the protagonist, I have infinite lives. After respawning, I've already seen the script, and I still can't beat it?
You can be strong, but I will never fall in the same place twice!
The alley battle perfectly complemented the chapter's theme.
Engaging with local armed forces also made Mo Zhi realize the importance of teamwork.
Often, one person's vision can only cover 180 degrees in front. The back is a blind spot, making it easy to be shot from behind in such environments.
At such times, having a comrade becomes incredibly valuable.
Friendship on the battlefield is precious; every comrade is a brother with whom you've risked your life!
Understanding the importance of team combat, Mo Zhi consciously moved closer to her teammates.
By continuously scripting and pre-firing, this combat mission was successfully completed through Mo Zhi's and the team's coordinated efforts.
As the squad emerged from the alley, Shepherd was already waiting.
"Tend to the wounded immediately."
Shepherd looked at the soldiers baptized by fire and addressed them, "Well done. You have successfully captured the town."
Then he approached Mo Zhi. "You've been recruited by 141. Come with me."
Mo Zhi knew this meant an undercover mission was coming.
On the plane,
Shepherd sat opposite Mo Zhi and produced a badge. "Doesn't it look very similar?"
Allen replied, "Is Makarov the target this time?"
"Makarov isn't worthy of being a target. He's a bloody mess, a greedy, mad dog."
When Makarov was mentioned, Shepherd was filled with disdain.
Mo Zhi, with her god-like perspective, enjoyed their performance as if watching a movie.
"Remember your new identity. It's the key to your survival."
Shepherd shook hands with Allen. "Welcome to 141 Special Operations, comprised of the world's most elite soldiers. Private Alun."
It was a ceremony full of gravitas.
Allen saluted. "It's a great honor! Lieutenant General, when will I be able to rendezvous with the team?"
"They're currently on a mission, recovering a fallen satellite module."
Shepherd looked up at the distant sky. "You must be trembling by now."
The scene followed Shepherd's gaze to a satellite signal, then projected onto a mountainous area.
There, everything was a pristine white.
"Smooth transition?"
Mo Zhi was stunned. It was so seamless!
Upon seeing the scene before her, she instinctively shivered.
"Damn, I'm actually trembling. This old guy is quite humorous!"
Before her lay endless snow-capped mountains, a bottomless crevasse at her feet, and snowflakes falling from the sky.
Occasionally, patrol helicopters flew by.
Is this a mission to Antarctica?
So I'm the one trembling?
"Rest is over, Soap. Shall we begin?"
Mo Zhi turned her head. A rugged man with a full beard was squatting by the cliff edge, smoking a cigar.
He was heavily bundled, equipped with an ice axe, ropes, and firearms, giving the impression of someone about to scale a peak.
"Captain Price? He's so handsome! His voice is so manly!"
As Mo Zhi looked at the rugged man, his name briefly appeared above his head.
'Holy crap, so manly!'
'Is this the elite of Task Force 141? So handsome!'
'Who put a movie into a game? With this realistic graphics, I'd believe you if you said it was live-action!'
...
The viewers were deeply impressed by Captain Price's character design. His rugged beard and sharp features exuded pure masculinity.
Bai Zhiyuan, watching from her screen, also froze for a moment at Captain Price's appearance.
As the art director for Penguin, she had a keen eye for character modeling, rendering, and other artistic refinements.
"This must be the work of an art team that rivals Penguin's."
Bai Zhiyuan's eyes sparkled. "He truly seems very capable."
Back in the game.
Mo Zhi snapped out of her admiration and, mimicking Price, began to move with difficulty along the sheer cliff face, thousands of feet high.
She glanced down briefly, and her legs went weak.
It's so damn high!
If her shoes hadn't been equipped with a ring of snow spikes, she might have fallen with that slight tremor.
Mo Zhi shuffled forward, her back against the snowy mountain.
After about twenty meters, Price suddenly stopped.
He looked up at the ice layer above, then took out his ice axe, embedding it firmly into the ice, and began to climb slowly.
After securing his crampons in the ice, he turned to Mo Zhi. "This spot is solid enough. Climb with me."
"Huh?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Zhi's face contorted into a bitter grimace. She looked up at the seemingly endless ice mountain with a troubled expression.
"Can we even climb this? It's going to kill me!"
Despite her grumbling, her hands didn't stop.
She first embedded her ice axe into the ice and tugged hard.
After confirming it was secure, she raised her leg and locked her snow boots onto the ice, climbing step by agonizing step.
The ice axe striking the ice kicked up a spray of tiny ice shards that formed a rainbow under the sun.
This sight stunned everyone in the livestream.
'No way, it can be this detailed?'
'The sense of immersion in this moment is incredible!'
'The detailed graphics in this game have cured my perfectionism!'
'I've been a freeloader for too long. I can't hold back today. I want to pay, I want to play!'
...
Mo Zhi was too tense to check the comments. Her attention was focused on every single strike.
Crunch!
A faint ice-cracking sound instantly tensed everyone's nerves.
Mo Zhi glanced with her peripheral vision at the area where her right foot was locked.
It was cracking!
From a tiny fissure to her foot plunging into the abyss took less than a second.
As Mo Zhi fell off the iceberg, all that remained was a furious, despairing roar—You son of a...!