Yang Lin thought for a moment, activated the browser in his brain system, found the game video guide of Call of Duty 8 from a video website, and re-read the prologue [Black Tuesday].

He remembered correctly, in the original game, the fragments of the high-rise building that was blown up and fell by the missile did not hit the Humvee armored car, but what happened in the game just now? Is it because of the mutation of the system?

Yang Lin lowered his head and pondered.

"Forget it, I don't want to do it so much, it's a big deal to do it again!"

Yang Lin shook his head and focused his gaze on the Call of Duty icon on the table.

WIN7 DESKTOP GRADUALLY DISAPPEARED, AND YANG LIN APPEARED ON THE STREETS OF MANHATTAN IN NEW YORK AGAIN.

"Frost, Frost, wake up, man, we've got to go!"

Sergeant Derek shook Yang Lin awake and climbed out of the overturned Humvee military vehicle first.

Yang Lin shook his head, looked at everything in the Humvee, suddenly sobered up, remembered the ending of being smashed into a meatloaf immediately, he quickly got up and opened the door, and climbed out of the Humvee.

The sun is shining brightly in the sky, New York is at a high latitude, bordering the Atlantic Ocean, and the temperature in August is not high.

But Yang Lin could still feel the scorching breath in the air

Whether it was the sound of gunfire and explosions in his ears, or the smell of blood and gunpowder in the air, or the weight of the M1A4 carbine in Yang Lin's hand, he couldn't tell that it was just a game.

This is clearly a living battlefield!

"Frost, Frost, why are you still stunned, hurry up!"

Sergeant Derek hid behind a bunker on a street corner and beckoned to Yang Lin.

"Oh, yes!"

Yang Lin replied in broken English, but before he could react, a piercing scream was accompanied by a deafening explosion, and the shock wave was transmitted from the air to the ground, Yang Lin stumbled, quickly lowered his head, and stumbled towards Sergeant Derek.

Boom Boom

Concrete bricks fell from the sky, and countless small stones smashed on Yang Lin's body like hailstones, the big ones were like fists, and the small ones were the size of walnuts.

Yang Lin buried his head and rushed out of the stone fall area, looking back at the damage caused by these concrete masonry, he was stunned for a moment.

The concrete bricks did not hit the Humvee as expected, but fell elsewhere.

"! What's going on with this? ”

Before Yang Lin could think about it, Sergeant Derek's roar rang in his ears again.

"Frost, be careful!! Get down!!! ”

Yang Lin turned his head, and a series of white lights attacked, and countless scorching objects tore Yang Lin's body armor as if they were in a no-man's land, and blood sprayed wildly!

"Gollum-"

Yang Lin wanted to say something, but streams of red blood suddenly appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he slowly collapsed to the ground, and the scene in front of him gradually darkened.

A line of words appears on a black background:

August 17 at 10:13:25 a.m.

The main character, Frost, is killed by a 12.7mm machine gun bullet!

"Hoo ......"

Yang Lin opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was still lying on the bed in the bedroom, soaked with sweat and panting.

Twice, once smashed into meatloaf by concrete stones, and once smashed into meat sauce by large-caliber machine gun bullets, is this still the original Call of Duty?

If you count the two high-rise concrete stones that fall to the ground and are not consistent, Yang Lin has a faint guess in his heart: Could it be that this game in his brain is not strictly carried out in accordance with the plot mode, and he will encounter various random situations during the game?

"No, we have to come again!"

Yang Lin settled down and reappeared in the game scene.

This time, without waiting for Sergeant Derek to call, he followed him closely and hid behind cover on the corner.

Bullets whizzed over the bunkers, and from time to time strings of large-caliber machine gun tracer rounds could be seen.

Yang Lin looked at the military watch on his wrist, took a breath and scolded secretly: "Nima, I finally survived for three minutes!" ”

Diagonally opposite him and Sergeant Derek's bunker, three other American soldiers were hiding behind a blown up armored vehicle, one of whom was also carrying a 120-mm anti-tank rocket launcher.

Sergeant Derek communicated with the soldiers opposite him in sign language, turned to Yang Lin and said: "Frost, one hundred and fifty meters away is the enemy's machine gun position, so we can't rush through at all, we must let Brooke knock out the enemy's machine gun position with a bazooka, and when I shout to start, we will shoot collectively to cover for Brooke." ”

"Good!"

Yang Lin nodded calmly, holding the M1A4 tightly with both hands, his heart pounding, although he knew that it was just a game, he still felt a little nervous in the face of such a real battlefield.

Sergeant Derek gestured to the opposite side, and the next second, he waved his hand down sharply and said loudly, "Start!" ”

Yang Lin got up abruptly and lay on the cover, his fingers tightly pressed the trigger, and the bullets poured forward like no money.

The front of the street was full of burning cars and bunkers, and Yang Lin couldn't see where the enemy was at all, so he could only shoot forward by feeling.

Da Da Da ......

The recoil of the M4A1 hit Yang Lin's shoulder, and in just a dozen seconds, Yang Lin heard a "click" sound, only to find that the bullet had been gone.

Yang Lin hurriedly retracted his bunker, hurriedly unloaded the empty magazine, and replaced it with a new one.

"Frost, don't shoot in bursts, shoot in bursts, aim for me!"

"Oh!"

Yang Lin took a deep breath and quietly probed to observe, only to find that there were enemy figures dozens of meters ahead, and they were basically hiding behind cover, only revealing a small head.

Yang Lin raised his gun and aimed.

Bang -

Smoke and dust rose from the sandbags, startled by the targeted enemy, and quickly retracted his head into the bunker!

"Nima!"

Yang Lin scolded secretly, except for the five shots and eighty-one bars he had played during military training in college, it was the first time he had experienced such a real shooting feeling.

"Come again!"

Yang Lin was not discouraged and slipped the head of another enemy into the sight. He adjusted his breathing, gradually calmed down, and his fingers gently pulled the trigger.

Bang -

The enemy's head in the sight is bursting with a ball of blood!

Hit!

As soon as Yang Lin was about to cheer, he felt a heat on his face, and the red blood color once again filled his vision.

The picture darkens again, and a line of words appears on the visual background:

August 17 at 10:18:15 a.m.

The main character, Frost, is shot in the head by a sniper and dies!

Yang Lin slowly opened his eyes, looking at everything in the bedroom, and felt like he wanted to cry without tears.