"Xiao Qiang! There are too many of them! Run, find a way to the rooftop! Hurry!"
Old Mai urged, "Run! Get on the roof!"
San Ren looked around. Shadowy figures flickered and approached rapidly!
"You guys can't do this to me!" he wailed as he ran.
The designer is truly inhuman!
To arrange a slip on the icy ground in such a critical moment, staging a life-or-death race.
It was about to cost him his life!
"Wait for me, I can still fight!"
San Ren was fully immersed in the role, Xiao Qiang's heavy panting clearly audible.
The dense bullets behind him, like a pursuing reaper, urged him to accelerate, and accelerate further!
The gunfight game was being played like a parkour game.
San Ren darted like a headless fly through the maze-like slums, repeatedly running into dead ends.
The unharmed progress he had made earlier was completely lost in this life-or-death escape!
No joke, the path to the plane was paved with his corpses!
After an unknown number of beatings and dead ends, he finally found the high platform from which he could jump onto the plane at a corner.
"Here I come!"
San Ren was so excited he could have cried!
He leaped, tightly gripping the rope ladder thrown down from the plane. As he watched the town shrink, his violently pounding heart slowly calmed.
Old Mai: "Nikolai! He's got it! Evacuate immediately!"
Nikolai: "Where to, buddy?"
Old Mai: "Take us to the submarine..."
On the plane,
Old Mai: "Sir, our direction of travel is not right. Shouldn't we be going back to fight?"
Sheffield shook his head: "I'm glad you're safely out. Now you need to rendezvous with the Sixth Fleet for a counter-attack!
Prisoner 627, the man Makarov hates the most, we must rescue him, but we cannot reach him."
Old Mai asked, "Did something more serious happen elsewhere?"
"There was an incident at the drilling platform. The White Bears are using it as an anti-aircraft missile site."
Sheffield explained, "The oil workers are being used as human shields, so we can't destroy the platform directly, but it has a weak point in its defenses."
"Kids, I know this is sending you into a meat grinder..."
Tch, the old man was getting sentimental.
Old Mai stated firmly, "What they are defending is what we need, especially this that will allow us to get prisoner 627."
San Ren, hearing this underwater, was confused. 627? Who?
Judging by Old Mai's tone, he seemed to care a lot about this person.
However, it wasn't the time to think about that, because in the scene, they had already reached the depths of the ocean.
The deep blue seabed, strange sounds, giant shadows...
San Ren's spine tingled, his calves trembled. He had thalassophobia, and being in such an environment made him feel a chill all over and have difficulty breathing.
'The graphics are so good, all the scenes, land, sea, and air, are beautifully constructed!'
'I can't take it anymore, the thalassophobe has fallen!'
'Just looking at it gives me the creeps, this scene is a bit too realistic.'
'The streamer's face looks a bit pale, maybe they're claustrophobic. Suggest turning off the sound, not looking at the screen, and operating after getting ashore.'
'The old thief must be an excellent horror game master; this scene alone is causing many people physical discomfort.'
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Seeing the reminders in the bullet comments, San Ren tried turning off the sound and observed with his eyes squinted.
Indeed, it was much more comfortable!
After diving for about a minute, until he surfaced and saw the light, the gloom in his heart was relieved.
"Whoo!"
San Ren gasped for air, his voice trembling slightly, "Sorry, I have a bit of deep-sea claustrophobia. I really couldn't breathe in that environment just now."
"The environment in this game is made too realistically, the sense of immersion is very strong, I almost suffocated myself."
After clearing the enemies on shore, he followed his teammates to successfully land on the drilling platform.
Looking around, it was vast and boundless.
This was a lighthouse located in the sea, surrounded by an endless sea horizon.
Ghost expertly called out enemy positions: "Enemy on the railing."
Old Mai: "Take care of him with a silencer."
Hearing this, San Ren aimed and shot down the enemy twice.
At this moment, an order came from the command center through the headset: "There are civilians being held hostage near you, do not friendly fire."
"Understood, Squad 1 ready to breach."
San Ren took out the prepared breaching charge and fixed it to the door. The team coordinated seamlessly, and as the bomb exploded, everyone rushed into the room and eliminated all enemies.
"It's safe here!"
Ghost's words were very reassuring.
San Ren was now part of Squad 1 with Ghost, while Old Mai and others formed Squad 2.
The three teams cooperated tacitly and quickly rescued all the hostages.
The entire process took less than ten minutes.
It would have been faster if San Ren hadn't mistaken a hostage for an assailant in the middle.
Mission accomplished, San Ren boarded the plane to rescue 627, leaving the cleanup to the Sixth Fleet.
On the plane, Old Mai threw San Ren a sniper rifle, which confused him a little.
Until they flew to a castle by the sea.
Old Mai explained, "This is a historic building, mostly with a dark history. The dungeon below is from the same period as the castle, and it can withstand any siege."
"For a long time, they kept prisoners that the government didn't want around but didn't want to deal with."
"Makarov wants 627 dead, and we need to get him out."
Seeing the castle, San Ren immediately understood.
There was no landing spot here; they could only land on the very top of the castle, but it was heavily guarded.
So they had to fight from the plane. With rifle bullets, they would probably float into the sky.
He excitedly raised his sniper rifle and aimed at the enemy guards.
Old Mai: You didn't listen to a single word of my explanation.
'Escape from Absolom!'
The theme of this mission was cool, a movie-like experience!
Primary objective - rescue Private 6-2-7, which is also the fifth day in the game world.
"Thirty seconds left!" Old Mai reminded him.
That swaggering head-turn was natural, ingrained in him like his bones, and looked incredibly cool.
The F-15 fighter group whizzed past San Ren, the roar of their engines deafening, but unable to drown out the excited cheers of the audience.
They tore through the sky, leaving behind several brilliant trails, disappearing into the distant mist, elegant and captivating.
Military enthusiasts were ecstatic.
'Under this grand and majestic soundtrack, the fighter jets look incredibly cool!'
'It's awesome to see cutting-edge technology up close!'
'The backdrop is like a movie, it has such a big-screen atmosphere!'
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"They look so cool, I can't be left behind!"
"Mobile target practice, watch my performance!"
San Ren aimed his sniper rifle at the flag above the castle.
"All snipers..."
Old Mai clenched his fist and waved it forward: "Open fire!"
*Boom!*
San Ren was the first to shoot down the flag, then he fired at the guards on top of the castle.
His hands were on fire now.
He took down one enemy with almost every two shots.
*Boom, boom, boom!*
The fighter jets, loaded with heavy ordnance, were equally ruthless, carpet-bombing with artillery!
*Clang!*
The shockwave from the explosions shook the plane violently, nearly throwing San Ren out.
Close call!
San Ren took a deep breath and internally condemned the pilot.
Old Mai roared, "Sheffield! Tell the fighter jets to stop firing, they're too damn close to friendly forces!"
Sheffield casually replied, "I'll try to buy you time. To the navy, he's just a prisoner."
At this moment, Sergeant Dunn's classic quote came to San Ren's mind: When has Sheffield ever cared about dangerous proximity?
This old bastard really doesn't care about his subordinates' safety!
At this point, Ghost unusually commented, "Damn Americans... I thought they were good guys!"
Hahaha!
San Ren and the audience outside burst into laughter. Damn Americans... what a refreshing way to curse! One wonders how foreign players are feeling upon hearing this right now.
"Prepare to land!"
Old Mai was more composed, directing calmly throughout the entire operation.
The moment the helicopter touched down, the Task Force 141 soldiers poured out, swarming into the depths of the prison.
They had only one objective - to rescue Private 6-2-7!
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