“Soap, it’s your turn for the CQB test. Everyone else, to the observation room.”
At this moment, Price had no knowledge of any “Stupid Little Sister” or “Soap.” He was the epitome of a cold-blooded drill instructor. /
“For this test, you must complete the cargo ship mission alone within 60 seconds.”
“Gates holds the current squadron record at 19 seconds. Good luck.”
With that, Price waved his hand, signaling that the Stupid Little Sister could begin her challenge.
Hmph!
Keep acting all cool and aloof. Just don’t blame me when you’re all alone!
The Stupid Little Sister thought to herself while beginning to survey her surroundings. This so-called cargo ship mission was, in fact, a simple obstacle course enclosed by numerous shelves and wooden planks.
Its primary purpose was to test a player's adaptability in complex indoor environments. A joke, really.
She had survived a ten-times larger log cabin before, so why should she be afraid of this small training ground?
Thinking of the log cabin, the Stupid Little Sister naturally recalled her comrades from that battle: Ghost, Scarecrow, and No-Face. It seemed that except for Sharpshooter, the Ghost squad had no survivors.
“Alas!”
With a sigh, the Stupid Little Sister was somewhat absent-minded throughout the entire training process. Even after a long time, seeing familiar faces would always make her think of her departed comrades.
Despite her distraction, the Stupid Little Sister still achieved a score of 17.95, easily breaking Gates’ record.
“That’s the new squadron record, Soap! Excellent.”
Price’s attitude softened slightly, showing his true nature.
“Come over to the monitor for the briefing.”
The Stupid Little Sister walked over directly.
“Alright everyone, the cargo ship mission is confirmed. Prepare yourselves. Execution begins at 0200. Dismissed.”
“A true briefing, so damn concise.”
The Stupid Little Sister gave a thumbs-up, “This is so Price.”
Then,
A prompt for difficulty selection appeared on the screen:
【Trial Soldier / Difficult / Veteran (Recommended)】
“Does this even need asking?”
The Stupid Little Sister was exceptionally confident and moved her mouse directly to the [Veteran] option. “I’ve already cleared Call of Duty. Isn’t this Karma going to be a piece of cake?”
Seeing the Stupid Little Sister’s inflated confidence about to spill out of the screen, many viewers, some with truly savage streaming techniques, were already unable to contain their laughter.
‘Remember this smile today. I have a feeling it will become foreshadowing later.’
‘The last streamer who laughed this wildly has been offline for a month.’
‘Pfft, I wasn’t going to laugh, but I lost it the moment I read this.’
‘Sister Zhou: First of all, I didn’t provoke any of you.’
‘Mo Zhi: On maternity leave, do not cut!’
......
Countless histories have taught players never to get arrogant in Lingjing’s games, yet players inexplicably become confident and forget this lesson once they enter the game.
“I’ve completed Call of Duty at least five times. Do you think I’ll be intimidated by the Veteran difficulty here?”
The Stupid Little Sister gave a thumbs-up, pointing at herself in reverse, with a look of arrogant pride. “This little Call of Duty Karma, it’s nothing special. Can it really turn the tables?”
After the difficulty selection, the game screen briefly turned black before smoothly transitioning to a satellite projection view. As the vision continuously narrowed, the final target was locked onto the map in the Bering Sea.
“Task Force 141, intelligence for this operation comes from our informant in Country E…”
As Price’s voice emerged, the screen switched to a 3D view of a cargo ship: “…contained within a medium-sized cargo ship, Estonian registry number 52775… there are several crew members and a security team on board.”
“Rules of engagement, sir?”
The one asking was Gates. Simultaneously, not far from the 3D real-time view of the medium cargo ship, a small boat resembling a shark was rapidly approaching the cargo ship.
“No witnesses.”
As Price’s words fell, the camera deliberately gave a close-up to the ‘little shark,’ which turned out to be a helicopter!
tatatata——!!
tatatata——!!
As the camera zoomed out, the view smoothly transitioned into the helicopter’s interior.
Immediately after, a blood-pumping BGM erupted, perfectly complementing the howling wind and blizzard outside the helicopter, amplifying the atmosphere of battle to its peak.
At this moment, a fully armed Price, cigar in mouth, glanced askew at the camera, his battle-hardened aura instantly filling the entire live stream.
The viewers immediately erupted!
‘This shot is a bit classic, destined to be a famous scene!’
‘For a moment, I felt like I was looking at a battle-hardened war god, I’m getting goosebumps.’
‘It feels so epic!’
‘Lingjing’s camera work is getting more and more incredible. I’m getting my fix!’
‘Before it started, I thought Lingjing was just rehashing old stuff, but now I realize my perspective was too narrow. Anything Lingjing produces is a masterpiece!’
‘Anything Lingjing produces is a masterpiece!’
‘A world-renowned painting, absolutely stunning!’
‘This cigar, damn, it’s getting me pumped!’
......
Not only the viewers but the Stupid Little Sister, who was present, was also captivated by this scene. Her eyes were glued to it. After a long while, she murmured:
“I have to say, the old immortal looks really handsome today!”
【No Witnesses
Day 1 – 01:23:39
Vicinity of the Bering Strait
SOP】
As the emerald green subtitles appeared in the bottom left corner, the Stupid Little Sister carefully explained, “For the first mission, we learned from an informant that there’s a package on this ship.”
“We need to retrieve this package. The people on the ship… no witnesses.”
Her gaze remained fixed on Price, who was smoking his cigar. Price took a deep puff and then looked out the window.
The camera followed Price’s perspective, switching to the medium cargo ship below. Through the helicopter’s window, the Stupid Little Sister saw the brightly lit cargo ship speeding across the turbulent sea.
“Thirty seconds. Signal lost.”
After the radio notification, the 2-4 helicopter quickly approached the cargo ship.
It took three to four seconds of flying before it could match the cargo ship’s speed.
Only then, with the reference point for comparison, did the Stupid Little Sister truly grasp the substantial tonnage of the medium cargo ship.
She was stunned: “This is too big, way too big?”
“Ten seconds.”
“Radio check, switch to secure channel.”
Click-clack-clack——!!
Captain Price donned his mask and chambered a round in his MP5, “Prepare to fire.”
As he said this, he glanced at the bewildered Stupid Little Sister.
It was as if he were saying: Rookie, learn from this.
The Stupid Little Sister didn’t back down and immediately followed suit, putting on her infrared mask and taking out her weapon – the M4A1.
This was the rifle the Stupid Little Sister had brought over from Call of Duty.
Clang-clang-clang——!!
The moment the cabin door opened, the sea wind, sharp as a knife, fiercely battered the Stupid Little Sister’s mask.
2-4: “Go! Quick, quick, quick!”
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