For a moment!

The chat barrage that had been buzzing with amazement suddenly fell silent in unison.

The incredible immersion and cinematic visual tension drew players in completely, and the abruptly quiet environment inside the ship's cabin even made people breathe cautiously.

Tap...........

Under Captain Price's leadership, the squad slowly advanced toward the interior of the cabin beneath the bridge.

The torrential rain provided perfect cover for their footsteps.

Breaching.

As the two point men leaned against the cabin corridor entrance, Pew saw Captain Price wave at him, signaling him to advance.

Swallowing hard, Pew raised his silenced USP .45 and cautiously stepped into the corridor.

Just as he exposed half his body!

"Yeloko—#￥%@@#￥—!"

Suddenly!

A loud but slurred voice echoed through the corridor!

A crew member holding a liquor bottle stumbled drunkenly out of the restroom, walking directly toward Pew!

Instant!

Their eyes met!

Pfft!

Pew had already been holding his weapon raised like his teammates, and seeing the drunk enemy spot him, he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger!

Thud!

The drunk didn't even get to scream before collapsing straight to the ground!

At this moment, Captain Price and the other teammates caught up from behind.

"Nice shot."

One teammate patted Pew's shoulder, stepped past him, and when reaching the restroom entrance, used tactical movements to check the doorway.

Then, the sound of a blade piercing flesh could be heard.

No need to ask—there must have been another drunk enemy inside the restroom, eliminated in their sleep.

"Clear."

The teammate's voice came through the earpiece.

"Continue advancing."

Captain Price's command remained as brief and powerful as ever.

Moving forward along the corridor beneath the bridge—

Whoosh!!!

Exiting the corridor, the massive wind and waves nearly knocked Pew over.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared—this was the cargo ship's deck.

The violent storm enveloped the enormous freighter, and amidst the raging waves of the vast ocean, the entire ship rocked side to side, making it almost impossible to stand steadily.

The red and blue containers provided natural cover, offering concealed positions for the tactical team's movement.

But something to watch out for was...

Clang!

Crash! Thud!!!

Just as Pew was moving forward, avoiding the searchlight from the watchtower bridge amidships!

A container door seemed improperly closed—accompanied by a muffled thunderclap, the ship rocked violently from huge waves, and a massive metal safe inside the container suddenly burst through the door, barely scraping past Pew's face before slamming heavily into another container with a dull thud.

"Holy! God damn! Motherfucker!"

Pew let out a string of screams—half a second later and that safe would have smashed him against the metal container.

With that tremendous momentum, he'd have become hamburger meat in an instant.

The viewers also gasped in shock—

So scary... how does a pure FPS have horror elements too...

"Have you forgotten whose game this is? Old Thief might forget other things, but he'd never forget how to scare you!"

"This spot probably can't actually crush you, it's just meant to scare you."

"Most likely, but this logic algorithm is insane—to achieve this near-miss effect, they need to calculate player movement speed and predict their path?"

"So not killing the player is technically more difficult than killing them?"

"Way more difficult, like leaving just one ADC alive in a teamfight is harder than killing just one ADC."

"I beg you to stop talking..."

"LO0000000OL..."

"......"

Meanwhile!

Pew's team had reached beneath the watchtower bridge.

"Halt advance."

At Captain Price's command, the squad stopped in perfect unison, taking cover behind nearby barriers and raising their weapons.

On the tower bridge above, shadows moved within the lights—clearly numerous enemy troops were taking turns standing guard.

"Open fire at will, clear the tower bridge."

Pfft!

After a brief moment of silence, gunfire suddenly rang out, and the glass on the tower bridge shattered instantly!

A bloody spray erupted from the back of an enemy soldier's head by the window!

Whoosh—!

The headshot enemy soldier fell straight from the three-story-high tower bridge, crashing heavily onto the deck with a dull thud!

Then!

Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat-tat—!

Amid the roaring waves, bullets crisscrossed and flashed!

Close-quarters combat instantly erupted!

Enemy AK fire sounded intermittently, their powerful bullets striking the container in front of Pew and sparking off it!

"Whoa—fuck!"

Pew ducked his neck and huddled behind cover, not daring to move.

Although he'd experienced this kind of firefight before—PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, after all!

But!

How much did PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds cost back then?

A 50 million total investment, a Yiyou ×1 era product.

How could it compare to this Modern Warfare with its 312 million dollar development budget!

The oppressive feeling and sense of danger from incoming bullets, combined with the rumbling storm sounds, made you absolutely believe you could be taken out by a single shot!

Rat-tat-tat—! Tat-tat!

Pfft-pfft—trat-tat-tat—

Bullets streaked through the air!

For a moment, the outnumbered air service team seemed to be in a dangerous stalemate.

The enemy numbers were too great, and with the high ground advantage, they kept the team completely pinned down!

However, just as the situation seemed deadlocked!

Captain Price's voice suddenly came through the earpiece:

"Hammer 2-4, enemies on tower bridge second level, need support."

[Received]

A brief, powerful response sounded.

Pew heard the roar of helicopter blades approaching from the freighter's eastern side!

Then, illuminated by lightning, a Black Hawk aircraft appeared slowly above them like a ghost emerging in the rainy night.

Spraying rainwater formed a watery hurricane around the Black Hawk's turbine blades, its buzzing roar providing cover for the air service team.

Ding! Clang! Thud!

Enemy bullets sparked off the Black Hawk's fuselage but couldn't shake this armed beast in the slightest.

Next moment.

Zzz—thump-thump—!!!

Flames flashed!

The Black Hawk's mounted M230 30mm chain gun activated, its fiery tongue instantly sweeping through and exploding the enemies on the tower bridge!

Yes!

Not kill—but explode!

Though too far to see the gruesome close-up details clearly.

Under the lighting, Pew still watched as enemies hit by the chain gun seemed to have bombs attached to them—half their bodies instantly disappeared, turning into thick black-red mist!

"I—holy—fucking—shit—!!!"

Pew felt his scalp go numb!

Damn!

This is modern warfare?

You can play like this?

Pew's stunned look toward Price was keenly captured by viewers, who burst into laughter—

"Hahahaha Pew's mind is blown"

"Huh?"

Pew: Old man, you had this good stuff and didn't bring it out earlier?

Aimbot, lock-on, instant kill, and now even more violent one-button screen clearing—this is insane

"Hahaha holy shit so cool, Captain Price is basically a god!"

"Ground infiltration, air support, coordinated advancement—holy crab—this is too masterful—"

"Just like a military blockbuster"

"The opening is already this intense, damn I can't wait to see the full version"

"Fulfills all my special operations fantasies"

"So fucking cool..."

[Clear!]

With the deck cleared!

The team entered indoors via the tower bridge, and a visually pleasing display of indoor CQB tactical movements followed—

[Shotgun ready, better for indoor use]

[3, 2, 1—breach]

[Check corners]

[Corners clear]

[Advance]

[Left clear]

[Right clear]

[Hallway secure]

[Advance, move quickly....]

....

Though Qiezi felt like a complete idiot tagging along with his teammates without being able to contribute.

This didn't stop him from sincerely admiring—truly masterful.

Crisp tactical movements, brief powerful tactical communication, alternating covering advancement formations, and those tense yet orderly quick steps.

Calling it visually pleasing wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.

Yes, as a shooting game specialist, Qiezi naturally experienced the Call of Duty trial release immediately when it became available.

This feels so good, so cool, so satisfying.

Even following these iron-clad cheating teammates, Qiezi found himself immersed, developing the illusion that "we're really awesome."

So when the team reached the cargo hold entrance and Captain Price ordered him to execute the breach, he didn't hesitate at all, pounding his chest:

"No problem! Just watch! DNM I'll step out and headshot them!"

As he spoke, Qiezi took the lead, stepping forward and raising his MP5.

Just kidding—we're this awesome, with Black Hawk air support too, taking down a measly freighter should be easy.

I admit, your tactical movements are masterful.

But now, they're my movements!

"I've completely mastered these tactical movements, now it's my time to perform,"

Qiezi placed his index finger on the trigger:

"Everyone in the livestream chat watch closely and learn, let me show you what dry-peeking one-tap headshots really means!"

With that!

Qiezi flashed out!!

"Aiyo holy fuck WDNMD!!!"

Everything happened too fast!

Before viewers could even process what happened, Qiezi's entire screen turned blood red!

"Huh?"

"Indeed a one-tap while dry-peeking (dog head)"

"What was that?"

"Don't ask, just learn well"

"The enemy's that accurate?"

"Enemy cheating too? Any ideas?"

Yes, as a shooting game specialist, Qiezi naturally experienced the Call of Duty trial release the moment it became available.

"Wasn't turned off at all, so not cheating"

......

The viewers were completely stunned!

Even Qiezi himself didn't react immediately—just felt a numbness in his forehead before startling and pulling back in fear.

"WDNM headshot immediately? I didn't even see where they are! Let me peek properly...."

Taking a deep breath, Qiezi flashed out again to look:

"Let me see what's going on?"!

"What the! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Another headshot!

In his panicked gasps, the Soap character he controlled also made choking, suffocating gasps.

"Huff—huff—huff—"

[Huff—huff—huff—]

With his screen blood red, Qiezi even felt slightly dizzy.

Ah I really DNM!

I!

Qiezi!

Former professional player!

Shooting game streamer!

I fucking didn't even see them, just peek out and take two headshots?

"Alright, alright, playing like this huh!"

Watching the mocking chat barrage filling his livestream chat, Qiezi felt rage rising from his heart, malice growing in his guts!

"Indeed a one-tap while dry-peeking (dog head)"

Switching to the AK he picked up from a killed enemy.

This time, Qiezi flashed out while firing!

Instantly! The entire cargo hold filled with muzzle flashes!

In that moment, Qiezi finally locked onto the enemy hiding behind an electrical box not far away!

"Hehe! DNM I see you now!"

Qiezi laughed heartily, pleased with his cleverness, firing controlled bursts for suppression while advancing slowly for a close assault:

"Come on! Come on peek out! honk honk honk honk honk—DNM peek out and die! Come on! Peek! Come on—"

However!

Before he could finish speaking!

Suddenly!

Even Qiezi himself didn't react immediately—just felt a numbness in his forehead before recoiling in fright.

Bang!

[I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones—Albert Einstein]

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by lotustale.com