Yang Lin thought about it for a moment, activated the browser in the brain system, found the game video guide for Call of Duty 8 from a video website, and watched the prologue [Black Tuesday] again.

He remembered correctly. In the original game, the fragments of the tall building that was blown up by a missile did not hit the Hummer armored vehicle, but what happened in the game just now? Is it because of system mutation?

Yang Lin lowered his head and began to think.

"Forget it, I don't think about it too much, at worst I can do it again!"

Yang Lin shook his head and turned his eyes to the Call of Duty icon on the desktop.

The WIN7 desktop gradually disappeared, and Yang Lin appeared on the streets of Manhattan, New York again.

"Frost, Frost, wake up, man, we have to go!"

Sergeant Derek woke up Yang Lin and took the lead in climbing out of the overturned Hummer military vehicle.

Yang Lin shook his head and looked at everything in the Hummer. He suddenly woke up. Thinking of the ending that he was smashed into meat pies, he quickly got up and opened the car door and crawled out of the Hummer.

The sun is bright in the sky, New York is at a high latitude and is close to 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 gunshots, explosions, the smell of blood and gunpowder in the air, or the weight of the M1A4 carbine in Yang Lin's hand, he could not tell that this was just a game.

This is clearly a living battlefield!

"Frost, Frost, why are you still standing there? Come here quickly!"

Sergeant Derek hid behind a bunker on the corner and greeted Yang Lin.

"Oh, OK!"

Yang Lin answered in broken English, but before he could react, a sharp roar accompanied by a deafening explosion, and the shock wave spread from the air to the ground. Yang Lin staggered, quickly lowered his head, and stumbled towards Sergeant Derek.

Boom-

Concrete bricks fell from a high altitude, and countless small stone particles hit Yang Lin's body like hail. The big ones were as big as fists, and the small ones were the size of walnuts. Fortunately, Yang Lin had a helmet and bulletproof vest to block it, so it was nothing serious.

Yang Lin buried his head and rushed out of the rock fall area, looked back at the damage caused by these concrete bricks and stones, and he was stunned.

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

"Damn it! What's going on?"

Before Yang Lin could think carefully, Sergeant Derek's roar came again in his ears.

"Frost, be careful!!! Leave down!!!"

Yang Lin turned his head and a series of white lights came. Countless hot objects tore Yang Lin's bulletproof vest like they entered a no-man's realm, and blood squirted!

"Gululu--"

Yang Lin wanted to say something, and a stream of red blood suddenly popped out of the corner of his mouth. 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 am.

The protagonist Frost was hit by a 12.7mm machine gun bullet and died!

"call……"

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

It has been twice, once it was smashed into meat pie by concrete stones, and once it was beaten into meat sauce by large-caliber machine gun bullets. Is this still the original Call of Duty?

If the two other concrete stones in the skyscraper fell inconsistently, Yang Lin had a vague guess in his mind: Could it be that the game in his brain is not strictly followed the plot mode, and he will encounter various random situations during the game?

"No, I have to come again!"

Yang Lin calmed down and appeared in the game scene again.

This time, without waiting for Sergeant Derek to summon him, he followed him tightly and hid behind the bunker on the corner of the street.

Bullets roared past the cover, and from time to time you could see a series of large-caliber machine gun tracer bullets.

Yang Lin looked at the military watch on his wrist, gasped and cursed: "Damn, I finally survived three minutes!"

Diagonally across from his and Sergeant Derek's bunker, three other U.S. soldiers were hiding behind the bombed armored vehicles, one of whom was carrying a 120mm anti-tank bazooka.

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. In this way, we cannot rush over. Brooke must use a rocket launcher to knock off the enemy's machine gun position. I will start later, and we will fire collectively to provide cover for Brooke."

"good!"

Yang Linqiang nodded calmly, holding M1A4 tightly with his hands, and his heart pounded. Although he knew it was just a game, he still felt a little nervous when facing such a real battlefield.

Sergeant Derek made a gesture to the opposite side, and the next second, he waved his hand down and shouted: "Start!"

Yang Lin suddenly stood up and lay on the cover, pressing his fingers tightly on the trigger, and the bullet poured into the front like money.

There were burning cars and bunkers everywhere in front of the street. Yang Lin could not see where the enemy was, so he could only shoot forward based on his feelings.

Dada dada...

The M4A1's recoil made Yang Lin's shoulder hurt. In just over a dozen seconds, Yang Lin heard a "click" and realized that the bullet had been gone.

Yang Lin quickly retracted back to the cover, took off the empty magazine in a hurry, and replaced it with a new magazine.

"Frost, don't use continuous shots, point shots, aim at me and hit me!"

"oh!"

Yang Lin took a deep breath, quietly looked at it, and found that there was an enemy dozens of meters ahead. They were basically hiding behind the cover, revealing only a small head.

Yang Lin raised his gun and aimed.

Bang--

Smoke and dust came out of the sandbag, and the targeted enemy was startled and quickly retracted his head back into the cover!

"Damn!"

Yang Lin cursed inwardly. Apart from the five shots and eighty-one bars he had hit during military training in college, this was the first time he had experienced such a real shooting feeling.

"Come again!"

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

Bang--

A blood suddenly appeared on the head of the enemy in the sight!

I've hit it!

Just as Yang Lin was about to cheer, he felt a hot face, and the bright red blood once again filled his vision.

The picture became darker again, and a line of words appeared on the visual background:

August 17 at 10:18:15 am.

The protagonist Frost was hit in the head by a sniper and died!
Chapter completed!