It's over!
A shell exploded beside Tang Wanqiu, chilling him to the bone.
"Xiao Qiang, I've got your back, hold on!"
Ghost struggled to pull up the injured Xiao Qiang, not abandoning, not giving up!
At the same time, he directly ordered, "t-2-1, I think there's a red smoke grenade in the woods, prepare to attack!"
Huh?
Not dead?
Tang Wanqiu opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he hadn't respawned. He just couldn't move, his leg was clearly seriously injured, and perhaps due to excessive blood loss, his vision gradually blurred.
Resting didn't restore his condition. He still couldn't walk and could only rely on Ghost to drag him.
A story kill?
"t-2-1, commence attack!"
Ghost's flustered voice was filled with determination, just like Scarecrow, Zero, who covered their retreat back then.
They were not yet out of t-2-1's attack range.
But for Xiao Qiang, Ghost resolutely gave the order for a desperate gamble!
Tang Wanqiu's nose stung, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears!
What is a teammate!
What is a teammate to whom you can entrust your life!
It's this!
Ghost is this!
Toad is this!
Zero is this!
Scarecrow is this!
All the members of Task Force 141 are this!!
Now, only this mysterious and omnipotent man wearing a skull mask and tactical polarized goggles remained!
At this moment, he felt so safe!
It was as if, as long as he was there, all difficulties and dangers could be overcome!
Ghost dragged the immobile Xiao Qiang step by step towards the extraction zone.
50 meters!
He could already hear the roar of the helicopter engine!
"Xiao Qiang, hold on!"
Ghost was still desperately calling out to the dazed Xiao Qiang. At this moment, Tang Wanqiu's vision recovered slightly.
He saw that the man who had always remained calm was now as flustered as an immature youth.
He hastily pulled him up, encouraging him, "Come on, stand up!"
"Get up! Get up! We're almost there!"
"Get up quickly!!"
Ghost desperately pulled Xiao Qiang up, letting half of his body rest on his shoulder, dragging Xiao Qiang painstakingly towards the helicopter, step by step.
Outside the screen, Chen Yingying nervously covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.
Tang Wanqiu remained silent, quietly watching Ghost help save his severely injured self, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
They were all immersed in the game world, feeling the same heartbeat as Xiao Qiang.
He arrived at the landing zone side-by-side with Ghost.
Task Force Pilot: "Golden Eagle is landing. Search for snipers with thermal imaging, over."
Search for snipers?
Is it to confirm if the sharpshooter is still alive?
A flicker of confusion crossed Tang Wanqiu's mind.
The helicopter slowly landed.
The rear hatch opened, and Sheffield hurried out of the tail hatch, holding his cap brim.
He looked at Xiao Qiang, "Did you get the ds/
"Ah???"
Tang Wanqiu cried out in a guttural roar, his vision went black, and he briefly went into a coma.
This scene was too shocking, he couldn't react at all.
And even less could he accept it!
"Honey! Wake up!" Chen Yingying's panicked voice rang out.
This was the last sound Tang Wanqiu heard before his consciousness faded.
...
After a long while, Tang Wanqiu slowly woke up, and the first thing he saw was his wife Chen Yingying, whose face was streaked with tears like a crying cat.
She was currently wiping his forehead with a cold towel.
"I..."
Tang Wanqiu sat up and said softly, "Wife... I..."
Slap, slap!
"You scoundrel! You're finally awake, you scared me to death, do you know that?"
Chen Yingying waved her small pink fists, gently hitting Tang Wanqiu's chest, and sobbed, "Next time, can you not get so excited and worked up? You scared me to death!"
"I pinched your philtrum for a long time, and when you still didn't wake up, I was going to call an ambulance."
"I'm sorry, wife, I..."
Tang Wanqiu scratched his head, looking flustered and apologetic, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I got too immersed in the role, I was too excited..."
Recalling the game, Ghost's falling image reappeared in his mind.
His nose stung, and a tear trickled down from the corner of his eye.
"I really didn't expect Ghost... Ghost, he... he would die, how could he die??? How could he die!!"
"He won't die, he won't!!!"
"He... I.... Wuwuwu~~"
Tang Wanqiu burst into tears, finally releasing his grief.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."
Chen Yingying comforted him softly, burying his head in her chest, gently stroking his hair, and patting his back.
"It's good to cry it out, it's good to cry it out, it's okay, it will get better, it will get better."
She knew the emotions he poured into the game, into Ghost.
She knew this was really more than just a game.
She wouldn't say "it's just a game" to comfort him.
Because she deeply understood that for him, it wasn't just a game, but a place where his soul roamed.
Ghost was a warrior with blood, flesh, and soul; he was the most trustworthy comrade to the players, to Xiao Qiang, and the most loyal, bravest member of Task Force 141!
Chen Yingying had watched Tang Wanqiu progress through the game, and she understood the weight of the charming character of Ghost in the hearts of players.
To them, Ghost was both a mentor and a friend, an inseparable part of their game.
On this ordinary day, he fell.
Ghost, a hero who died in eternal glory!
He died by the hands of someone he trusted most, backstabbed by Sheffield, and brutally slain by the game designer!
Hoo—~~
Hoo—~~
Even breathing sounds came from her embrace. Tang Wanqiu, overwhelmed by grief, had fallen into a deep sleep after venting.
There were still tear stains on his eyes.
He had been truly "cut" badly today.
Even Chen Yingying, an outsider who had been watching the game, was shocked and deeply regretted and saddened when Ghost fell.
How heartbroken and desperate must the players who had been fighting alongside Ghost for days be?
She could understand her husband.
She could understand the players immersed in the game world.
Because they weren't just playing a game; they were experiencing a different life through the protagonist's perspective.
The NPCs in the game were not just tools for completing tasks; in that world, they had also lived earnestly and shone brightly.
They were all beings with blood, flesh, and soul!
She looked with heartache at Mo Zhi, wearing a sexy maid outfit in the live-streaming room, who was still fighting enthusiastically in the safe house.
Should she put on a show for the audience, flex her muscles.
She had no idea that a giant "knife" was quietly approaching.
She didn't know how she would react to seeing Ghost fall before her eyes?
...