"Missed the enemy commander and shot a soldier."

The Battlefield Ghost in a Gilly suit uses a throat microphone to report his results while putting away his M24 sniper rifle.

Hearing the words of the battlefield ghost, the coach, who was using a telescope to observe the battlefield, spoke, "Retreat." ”

- Although he didn't kill the guy who had teamed up with him, he killed that guy's entourage and a few special forces soldiers in the first battle just now, and it was worth the ticket price.

Looking at the two guards from the Navy Hunting Team beside him, the coach was about to turn around and leave, when the cold voice of the battlefield ghost sounded again:

"Found an enemy soldier with a hound, do you want to kill it?"

"No, he's not coming at us." The coach said, turning his head to look at the mercenary hospital at the end of the street.

The strange man with the hound, apparently planning to seek revenge against the "countercurrent", will not continue to pursue him even if he is left alone, and keeping him can further disrupt the pace of the enemy.

Upon receiving the commander's order, the Battlefield Ghost immediately carried his sniper rifle behind him and prepared to evacuate the wreckage of the house that had been used as a firing position.

But as soon as he turned around, the scene in front of him suddenly darkened, and then his neck became hot, and the sharp pain instantly spread to his brain, and along with the feeling of suffocation, he began to destroy his consciousness.

The battlefield ghost has its throat cut!

While the attendant covered his neck with his hands and fell to the ground, a figure in a black combat uniform appeared behind him. Fisher shook off the blood stain on the blade and disappeared into the shadows again without saying a word.

“……”

Hearing the noise of electricity flowing through the headphones, the coach frowned slightly, and tried to use the radio to contact the battlefield ghosts, but received no response.

"Retreat, someone is coming again." As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the location where the battlefield ghost had been hiding.

At this time, the stellar wreckage that had just arrived nearby was also hiding in a barren ruin, waiting for a message from the agent under his command.

Since relying on Sam. Fisher's assassination, after taking out the player named "Tomato Mackerel", tasted the sweet stellar wreckage, and chose to continue to send the super agent to assassinate other players or their subordinates who tried to occupy strategic locations.

For the stellar wreckage, whether it is the so-called "sense of honor" or "ornamentation", it is completely insignificant, and only the elimination of other commanders is the most important. This tall, brown-beret officer is more competitive than any other player.

Received Sam. After Fisher solved the sniper's report, a shallow smile appeared on the near-square face of the stellar wreckage, and a large number of wrinkles appeared as the facial muscles moved.

But what he wants now is not to win this invitational tournament as a player, but to ......

"I will fulfill the task of the Special Operations Command."

Leaning against the cold wall, the stellar wreck clenched the hilt of the saber in his hand. The eyeballs kept turning around, and the gaze seemed to lose focus. It's as if I've been hypnotized by something.

"Commander, please instruct."

A KSK commando soldier beside him, seeing that the stellar wreckage seemed to be in a daze, stepped forward and asked tentatively. saw the commander's originally serious face, and suddenly grinned a strange smile.

- Isn't he crazy?

The soldier looked at the face of the stellar wreckage in some surprise, only to find that the commander's strange expression just now disappeared, and his face became serious again.

"What did you just say?" The stellar wreckage turned its head to meet the gaze of the soldiers under its command.

"We're waiting for the next step." The soldier raised his hand and rubbed his eyes as he spoke, thinking he was hallucinating.

"Oh, just stay here and let Sam do it alone." The stellar wreckage sighed, "With our current manpower, we can't fight head-on battles anymore. ”

After five soldiers were torn apart by the hands of the "leper dwarf", now there are only three survivors left in the KSK commando soldiers under his command. The stellar wreckage knew that the only way to accomplish the tasks of the Special Operations Command was to rely on Sam. Fisher had a chance of winning. But......

"I ...... It's a bit ......."

He reached out to cover his forehead, and his features began to twist.

"Commander, are you alright?" The soldier looked at him with some concern.

"It's fine, just a little dizzy." The stellar remnant shook his head.

He always felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and now he was just the commander of the KSK commando, leading this army to exterminate other special forces in the city, and by the way, performing some "chores" such as rescuing hostages, as if there was nothing else, so important that he had to remember it.

However, what is the matter with this lingering sense of irritability in my heart?

The stellar wreck shook its head in confusion, but decided not to think about it anymore, but just contacted Sam Fisher and gave the next order:

"Keep looking for the enemy commander, he shouldn't have gone far."

"Yes."

The black-clad agent quickly left the scene of the killing, moving swiftly even though his hair turned gray.

This agent from the fourth echelon of the National Security Agency (NSA) is probably the best at ambush and assassination in the city of Kayaland. And what he has to do now is to find the enemy's commander and end the enemy's life!

……

"Is it really okay to do this......

The "Terminator", who was sitting in his private house and watching the live broadcast, couldn't help but complain after witnessing the actions of the stellar wreckage.

As one of the well-known players in Paradise of War, "Stellar Wreckage" is very strong, but his combat power is actually still far behind those monsters who participated in the invitational tournament.

However, this person still received an invitation from Pulse Entertainment. Everyone can see that this invitation is not based on his strength, but on his unique gameplay.

- In a sense, "Stellar Wreckage" is the most professional player in War Paradise, because this guy will completely let go of his original identity in every game and completely substitute himself into the character itself!

In other words, after entering the game for a while, this guy will forget that his "main body" is the player lying in the game warehouse, and instead think of himself as the character in the game. He can even create a new "virtual identity" for himself through strong psychological cues.

Since each game of Paradise of War is time-limited, after the game ends, Stellar Remains will naturally return to reality, recalling who they were in the first place. That's probably why he didn't choose other brain imaging games - if he played a game that was always online, he might have starved to death in the game warehouse because he forgot how to go offline......

- Is it really the right choice to let this crazy guy participate in the invitational?

Looking at the intently eyed eyes of the spherical camera taking pictures of the stellar wreckage, as the finisher of the audience watching the game, I also began to think secretly in my heart.

Genius one second to remember the address of this site:. Mobile version reading URL: m.