"Ah?"
Mo Zhi blinked blankly, failing to process the information for a moment.
"No!"
Ghost reacted faster than her, letting out a roar of grief and instinctively reaching out to stop Xiao Qiang, then raising his weapon...
Bang!
The revolver's shot was particularly chilling at this moment.
This most composed and calm warrior, with exceptionally high combat skills in the entire game, he deserved everyone's respect!
The sudden turn of events shocked everyone in the livestream. They never imagined it would end this way. After a brief silence, the bullet comments, like a breached dam, flooded every corner of the stream.
'Ah, no!!! Ghost!!!!'
'So frustrating, to die by your own people in the end!'
'Why? I don't understand... How dare such an excellent warrior leave in such a pathetic way???'
'I can't accept this. I must be dreaming. How could I dream of Ghost being killed by Sheffield? I must have played too much last night, it has to be!'
'When I heard the background music for this match, I knew something was wrong, but I didn't expect the old thief to be so ruthless, taking down Ghost, who is almost universally loved by players.'
'Press F to mourn Ghost.'
'Show me your spirit, you pathetic dog, 4000+!!'
'The thermal imaging search for snipers was actually to find the sharpshooter and silence him together. This was a premeditated plan.'
'Tribute to Xiao Qiang and Ghost!!'
'Everyone forgot about the streamer, she's so quiet...'
...
The livestream was more lively than a holiday. Although everyone was deeply shaken by the scene and even wept with grief, true empathy between people is impossible.
After Ghost fell, Mo Zhi's mind went blank, her thoughts completely frozen.
As a player, and the protagonist of the movie, her grief was a thousand times greater than the viewers'!
Dressed in the sexiest maid outfit, she felt like a clown, even more of a clown than the ones in the training ground easter eggs.
Seemingly backstabbed by Sheffield, she was actually being manipulated by the designer.
He must be very pleased with himself, eagerly waiting for me to break down in tears or even smash my computer!
I won't!
Mo Zhi bit her tongue fiercely, desperately trying to distract herself.
The pain stimulated her nerves, and not a single tear fell.
However, her thighs beneath the skirt were already bruised.
Her stubbornness took over, and she refused to yield.
As long as I don't show any emotion, you won't achieve your goal!
I can't cry!
I absolutely cannot cry!
Never cry!!
I won't let you enjoy this!
She thought stubbornly.
Despite her resentment, Mo Zhi maintained a calm and composed demeanor, showing no outward emotion.
Off-screen,
Lu Li waited leisurely in front of the screen.
The prey he had been watching all night had finally taken the bait.
Trying to outsmart me, are we?
Haha...
I have ten thousand ways to derive pleasure.
Seeing through Mo Zhi's mindset, Lu Li laughed instead of getting angry.
Although he didn't witness the most anticipated scene of heartbreaking sobs, these subtle facial expressions were enough for him to savor for some time.
Tsk tsk... that expression shifted from vacant to complex, then gradually firmed.
Her lips seemed to be slightly pursed, but in reality, her molars were grinding.
Her facial muscles twitched subtly, yet her overall expression remained unchanged. Staring at one area alone, she was already heartbroken to the core, a feat that even a seasoned actor might struggle to achieve so perfectly.
Even the Living Buddha Jigong only had one eye expressing joy and the other sorrow.
Mo Zhi, however, was amazing. All her features individually conveyed sadness, yet together they appeared remarkably calm.
Indeed, human potential is often unleashed under pressure.
Mo Zhi's micro-expression control had reached an actor's level, yet this time, there was not a trace of acting involved.
Authenticity,
This is what Lu Li loved most. He wasn't seeking mindless rage or exaggerated crying.
Otherwise, he would have long ago become the top patron of Sister Zhou next door.
Lu Li sought the most primal reactions of players after being tormented. Whether it was sadness or calmness, as long as the emotional content was 100%, he liked it.
It made him excited!
Ever since he discovered his perverted nature, all his desires were openly embraced.
Lu Li stroked his chin and smiled slightly.
Don't rush,
There are still contingency plans.
He looked at the comic "Simon Riley's Past and Present" in his folder, appearing composed.
What kind of wave would releasing it now create?
This man, betrayed his entire life, after finding a sense of belonging and fulfilling his self-worth, was betrayed again by the person he trusted most... In his past life, Lu Li had shed tears for Ghost.
This was also his regret. He had once considered modifying the story to resurrect Ghost in this world, but that decision was ultimately rejected.
There was no other reason; perverts didn't need logic for their actions.
Just like Cao Dan's life was filled with regrets.
He was drifting off...
Lu Li pulled his thoughts back to reality and continued to observe Mo Zhi's performance, curious to see how long she could hold out.
In the game,
After knocking down Ghost, Sheffield didn't even glance at him and walked directly towards Xiao Qiang, forcefully snatching the DSM module from his hand.
At this moment, Xiao Qiang was not completely dead. He extended his left hand and grabbed Sheffield's right hand holding the DSM.
He held on tightly, a silent accusation.
Sheffield roughly shook off Xiao Qiang's grip, his gaze a dark, shadowed glance towards the camera.
His expression was complex, but notably devoid of sorrow.
Several soldiers unceremoniously tossed Xiao Qiang and Ghost into a prepared incineration pit.
Through Xiao Qiang's perspective, Mo Zhi could see Ghost fall heavily into the pit, rolling once. His back was already a bloody mess, his arm hanging limply to his side.
This scene pierced everyone's heart like a sharp blade.
It was at this moment that they had to admit one fact:
Ghost was dead!
This was not a dream!
This intimate companion, who had been invincible throughout the entire game, had forever disappeared from the game world.
'Stop twisting the knife, stop twisting the knife. Why give a close-up? Are you trying to make me cry louder?'
'You despicable Sheffield, I'll f*** your ancestors!!'
'No, Ghost!!'
'I still can't believe everything that has happened in these past few minutes.'
...
Mo Zhi's thighs were even more bruised. She was still holding back, staring intently at everything unfolding before her with wide eyes.
"Ghost, please respond, this is Price."
At this moment, Price's urgent voice came through the radio: "We are being attacked by Sheffield's men at the scrapyard! Soap, hold the right flank!"
"Don't trust Sheffield! I repeat, do not trust Sheffield! Soap, get down!"
The moment Price suspected something was wrong, he had notified Ghost. Before his own crisis was resolved, he switched to this channel.
Unfortunately, it was still too late.
It was precisely this dramatic time difference that made countless people sigh and regret even more.
No!
Don't do this.
The knives kept coming.
Sheffield killing Ghost wasn't enough; they were now pouring gasoline on Ghost and Xiao Qiang!
What were they doing???
What were they doing!!!
Don't do this!
Please don't!
The hearts of countless viewers were clutched tightly together. Each of them, in front of their screens, pleaded or prayed, begging Sheffield not to go this far.
Give them a dignified funeral.
'Please, don't be so cruel, I beg you, Sheffield!!'
'Price's warning came too late, just a little earlier, just a little earlier!!'
'Tears are flowing, a belated warning!'
'Alert, Xiao Qiang is still alive at this moment, they intend to burn Xiao Qiang alive!!!'
...