Although the teammates on the U.S. side's side laughed, they soon stopped laughing and turned to scolding:

"Damn it!"

"What the hell?"

"I'm going to kill him!"

THE REASON IS SIMPLE, THE GUY CALLED "THE-CLAYMORE" IN THE ENEMY CAMP INSTALLED THE MINES IS REALLY DISGUSTING.

That guy must have studied psychology and knew how to lay mines in the most unsuspecting positions:

-- Encountering a large number of enemies, he was bombarded by mines as soon as he took refuge in bunker.

-- just killed an enemy and was about to change the magazine, but he was killed before he took two steps.

-- I thought that the strange minelayer would not have planted a mine in such an obvious place as the corner of the wall, but as soon as he turned the corner, he was hit by the shock wave of the explosion.

- After being resurrected, he simply squatted in a pit near the spawn point, and just hid in a hidden position to make a shadow, only to be collapsed into the sky again.

The level of the US military camp is already a little behind the Russian army on the opposite side, and there is a change on the other side. The state of the minelayer made them even more miserable, and the difference in the number of heads was almost close to a hundred.

At this time, Wild, who had been killed the most by landmines, had simply given up resistance and stood at the spawn point waiting to die.

The enemy seems to have the ability to predict, after being recaptured by mines more than twenty times. He really couldn't stand it, this feeling of having mines wherever he went, it was terrible.

At this time, Wilde was leaning back in a black leather chair, staring at the screen with a dull gaze.

In the past, he thought that his skills were quite good, and he could always use an assault rifle to ravage mercilessly. Ravaging opponents has always been more wins and fewer losses.

It's the first time I've been beaten so badly.

THE WORST THING IS THAT FROM BEGINNING TO END, I HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN WHAT "THE-CLAYMORE" LOOKS LIKE.

Although he hated the bastard who used the broadsword mine, Wilder had to admit that the guy's skills were just too strong, almost shameless.

The abused blonde boy suddenly had a feeling of "back to reality", and the things in his mind were much deeper than when he usually played games:

"Why should I play a shooting game?"

Recall that a long, long time ago, I seemed to have sat on my father's lap and the two of them watched the replay of "Field Platoon" on TV together.

At that time, my father pointed to the bloody scenes of war in the jungle of Vietnam on the screen and said to himself: "War is very cruel, which is why we love peace more." ”

"No, war is so cool!" Wild retorted.

At that time, Wilder had just finished watching "Death Island", and he was still unable to extricate himself from the handsome battle scenes in it: the Navy SEALs face off against the Marine Corps Armed Search Team in the bathroom, and the British spy played by Sean Connery single-handedly wiped out almost all opponents, even the VX gas bombs that can melt people...... In his opinion, they are all so handsome.

"War is not cool at all, the battlefields where humans kill each other are real hell." My father, who had joined the army, said this in a stern tone.

It was this sentence that planted a small seed in Wilde's heart, who was still young at the time:

"I have to prove to my father that war is really cool."

For such absurd and childish reasons, he became a die-hard fan of first-person shooters.

It was only now that Wild realized that he was wrong, wrong.

No matter how cool the war in the shooter is, it can't represent the war in the real world. Moreover, if you play a game by yourself, you can be hit like this, if you go to the real battlefield, won't you immediately have a mental breakdown?

A soldier who encounters a mine on a real battlefield has no chance of being reborn. Even if you are lucky enough not to die, most of them will end up crippled.

So, the war is really like what my father said, there is no "cool" place at all.

Thinking of this, Wild, who was still a little confused, began to look firm.

He immediately turned off the "Battlefield" game and the battle hall, deleted all the shooting games in the computer, and then turned off the computer and walked to the courtyard, looking up at the blue sky, enjoying the baptism of sunshine that he had not seen for a long time.

"There's a power outage?" The father, who was trimming the bushes with large scissors, asked in surprise.

"No, when I don't go to school in the future, I don't want to play games anymore, I plan to go to work to earn some money......," Wilder lowered his head a little embarrassed as he spoke.

"You finally get it."

The father smiled and said, "How about I drive you to the desert tomorrow?" It's been a long time since I've traveled. ”

Wilde nodded, feeling a sense of relief. Gazing at the eagle soaring in the distant sky, he whispered, "Thank you......"

"What did you say?" Father asked.

"Ugh." Wilde scratched his nose: "Nothing. ”

- The player who is good at laying mines may be a messenger sent by God to correct his mistakes. Wild couldn't help but think so.

……

At this time, Zhao Nuo's sky here had just brightened.

He quit the game contentedly - kicked out of the room by the owner immediately after the battle, to be exact.

Thousands of kilometers away from Australia, it is naturally impossible for him to know that he has just helped a rebellious teenager solve his psychological problems for many years.

Standing up and moving his somewhat stiff neck, Zhao Nuo took out the mobile phone that had been vibrating when he was playing the game just now, only to see five missed calls flashing on the screen, as well as a text message, all from Lin Shuang.

Confused, I opened the text message, which read:

"Hurry up and drive the car you won to the Tamron car wash. Now, immediately, immediately, must come, there is an urgency. ”

"Early in the morning, what kind of plane?"

Although he was still a little confused, Zhao Nuo still grabbed the car key on the coffee table, opened the door and went downstairs to get on the Dodge CHARGER, and galloped towards the direction of the Tenglong car wash.

In the early morning, the streets are sparsely populated and there are few cars. In good road conditions, Zhao Nuo quickly rushed to the Tenglong car wash.

Brother Meng, the owner of the car wash, and Lin Shuang, the royal sister in a black windbreaker, were standing at the door, both of them looking very strict, discussing something.

Zhao Nuo had just gotten out of the car, and before he could ask a question, Lin Shuang had already spoken first, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"What color do you like?"

"Huh?" Zhao Nuo didn't understand what she was talking about at all.

"If you want to paint your car a different color, what color do you like?" Lin Shuang asked again.

"I think it would look better if it was blue." Brother Meng crossed his arms and commented.

After understanding what they said, Zhao Nuo suddenly felt like he was being pitted: "Do you two have a hole in your head?" Urging me to come over early in the morning just to change the color of this car? ”

"Don't you know? You've been targeted by Guo Zihao's gang. If they see this car, they will probably retaliate against you! Lin Shuang's tone was solemn.