When Zhao Nuo woke up, he found that he was leaning on the sofa in a large shape in a disheveled manner, and the sky outside the window was dark, and it was obviously night.

"Did I drink too much again......"

Feeling a slight pain in his head, he stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his forehead, and slowly stood up.

Thinking about it for a while, it seemed that I was trying to comfort my buddy and drank two glasses of draft beer with the guy, but I couldn't stop drinking it. As for what happened next, he couldn't remember at all.

The time was half past nine in the evening, and Jian Tong was lying on the bed in the bedroom, coding with a notebook with a navy blue shell.

Although he knew that disturbing the writer's creation was a bad behavior, Zhao Nuo thought about it and asked, "You sent me back?" What happened after I drank too much? ”

"Huh?" Jian Tong should have realized that he had woken up, startled, and then hurriedly shook his head: "It's nothing, you fell asleep, I dragged you back." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Nuo glanced at his cousin with some suspicion.

Although I don't believe it, it doesn't matter if I think about it, at least I'm still intact, and the kidneys on my body are still there.

Thinking of this, he asked again, "What about Lin Ran?" ”

"He also drank too much, slept a little, and woke up and took a taxi home." Jian Tong said.

"Oh......"

I quickly washed my face and rinsed my mouth by the way, and finally woke up with some confusion. As soon as I thought that I had just drunk and basically didn't eat anything, I immediately felt a feeling of hunger in my heart, and I quickly called and ordered a takeout.

As a rule of thumb, within six hours of waking up, you will be in a state of excitement that you can't sleep at all. It seems that before three o'clock tonight, I should not be able to sleep.

Fortunately, I don't have to go to work tomorrow, otherwise I would have been sleep-deprived on the first day of employment.

"But what exactly is my position......

Zhao Nuo suddenly realized that he didn't know what he should do at work, and he didn't pay attention when he signed the contract, so he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Xia Xiaoling.

A minute later, he saw the girl's reply:

"Deputy General Manager, what's wrong? By the way, I am also the general manager. ”

“……”

Seeing this answer, Zhao Nuo was silent for a moment, and then immediately typed: "I don't think I'm suitable for this." ”

Whether it is for the company or for himself, Zhao Nuo does not think that he is suitable for a management position at all. What's more, I don't really know much about the game system. Most people in the company should be able to blow themselves up.

――It's better to play a leisurely test game, but it seems impossible now......

Within two minutes, Xia Xiaoling sent another response:

"If you weren't there, there wouldn't be this company, thank you so much, I wanted you to be the general manager, but my father didn't agree, so I can only wronged you, don't care~"

Looking at the message sent by Xia Xiaoling, Zhao Nuo was speechless for a few seconds: Obviously, that natural girl completely misunderstood what she meant......

He was still a little dizzy, and he was in no mood to explain to the girl at all, so he threw his mobile phone on the coffee table and turned on the computer to prepare for the live broadcast.

A few days ago, the "angry brushing and saving zài feeling" was very effective, and the number of viewers watching his live broadcast increased every time. In terms of anchor rankings, Stellar Wreckage has also risen from tenth to ninth, squeezing out a LOL male anchor who likes to insert snack shop advertisements on the way to commentary.

But that's not enough.

In order to build momentum for "Death Chamber", he still needs more influence, so he must continue to return to his old business and gather popularity through live game broadcasting.

In Zhao Nuo's view, as long as he fails to reach the top five, he is not qualified.

opened the live broadcast platform and logged in to the account with ease, and he immediately made an announcement: "Half an hour later, the third level of the highest difficulty of the live broadcast of "Ghost Agent". ”

Even though I personally prefer "The Executioner", but the game itself has already played several levels, and it feels a little boring to replay it right away. And "Ghost Agent" is still relatively new to Zhao Nuo: since the second level was broadcast live that day, he has never touched this game, nor has he checked the guide on the Internet.

In order to sober yourself up, it's better to broadcast a game you haven't played before, and-

Although "Ghost Agent" is not much of a breakthrough compared to traditional spy games, some of the settings in it are quite interesting. For example, the can kicked to the ground will roll forward, or the small details such as hiding in the trash can and coming out with a foul smell DEBUFF are quite novel to Zhao Nuo.

In general,This game is not a scum.,It belongs to the kind of ordinary work that is decent.,For Zhao Nuo, a "stand-alone madman" who can endure even a scumbag work, he naturally won't hate such a game.

I put on headphones and tested the microphone, watching the number of people in the live broadcast room rise at a terrifying rate, when Zhao Nuo started the live broadcast, the number of viewers had reached 570,000, 70,000 more than the last time "The Executioner" was broadcast.

"OK, let's start the game now."

While speaking, Zhao Nuo clicked on the "LOAD" option, selected his previous highest difficulty save, and pressed the enter key.

His thoughts flowed quickly with the progress bar, and at this time, Zhao Nuo felt as if he had left the small living room full of games, turned into an anonymous "ghost agent", and entered a cruel near-future world dominated by mercenaries in the world war.

――――――

The agent in a black one-piece combat suit and binocular night vision goggles slowly opened his eyes. Unwrap a rag draped over yourself and take out the information from the PDA reception headquarters.

The floor trembled slightly, and the metal "walls" on either side trembled, and he was in a train car full of obsolete goods.

The train, which was controlled by the notorious PMC "Wolf Warrior", was delivering munitions to the front line. At the same time, there were also elite troops of the "Wolf Warriors" and an officer with the rank of colonel.

Although the rank of mercenary is basically useless, this time the order is to kill the colonel before the train reaches its destination. It seems that the so-called colonel should be really capable.

"Goodbye." The ghost agent made a cross on his chest with his left hand.

He was a devout believer, and every action was preceded by a prayer routine, even if he knew it was useless, but it was a consolation.

Drawing his saber in his right hand and holding a silencer-equipped P226 pistol in his left hand, the pitch-black agent slowly stepped out of the shadows, his blue eyes as cold ice.

It's time to start assassinating.