The Boss Behind The Game

The United States, the third district military base.

More than ten military trucks drove into the military base one after another after being inspected by soldiers.

At this time, a large number of staff gathered in the open space of the base square, and after the arrival of these transport trucks, they also got busy helping to unload the goods.

On the side, the heavily armed squad of 20 people lined up neatly, looking at their commander waiting for him to give a new mission order.

These twenty soldiers all have a cobra logo with a bloody mouth spitting out snake letters printed on their right arms. Although there are not many of them, their identities are not ordinary. They are members of the top ten special forces "Cobra" in the United States.

The overall quality of the members of the Cobra team is extremely strong, and they have turned the tide in special operations many times. They can be said to be the proudest trump card troops in the entire third district military base.

"Do you know what those are?" the commander asked, pointing to the cargo being unloaded and looking at the twenty people in front of him.

"No sir!" Twenty people replied at the same time.

"This is your new mission!"

"Sir, do you need new equipment for this mission?" Johnson, the captain, asked curiously at this time.

"Yes, the equipment must be replaced. Without these equipment, you can't complete the mission!"

The commander laughed happily, but everyone present didn't take it seriously. In their opinion, the existing equipment was enough to perform any special operations, but it was not suitable for changing weapons. After all, they are not bombing units, they basically perform beheading operations, and do not need large weapons with huge lethality.

After dozens of iron boxes were sent into the base, the commander waved his hand, and everyone in the team followed into the base.

Under their curious eyes, the iron box was opened by the staff, revealing the game compartment inside.

Seeing these game pods, they were all stunned, obviously not understanding what it was.

"Sir, you won't let us carry this to carry out the mission?" Johnson asked with a strange expression.

"Of course not, don't you want to join the 'X' troop? I have submitted all your material information and passed the review, and now someone from above will come down soon to review your team's comprehensive capabilities, so this task Just for yourselves, I need you to play a game, exercise and strengthen your combat ability in it!"

"Playing games?" Everyone in the Cobra team was dumbfounded.

"Sir, the game simulator is for recruits. Isn't it inappropriate for us to use this as an intensive exercise before the assessment?" Johnson opened his mouth to express the feelings of his teammates.

In their view, although game simulation can assist training, it is really weak for them who have experienced many battles, and it has no effect at all.

"This game is different, you won't be disappointed, go try it!"

Everyone in the Cobra team heard that, although they were puzzled, they did not object, and began to wait for the staff to assemble the game chamber parts and pour in the nutrient solution.

After everything was assembled, they took off their combat uniforms and lay down in the game cabin one by one with curious faces.

When their bodies were about to be covered with nutrient solution, the commander's voice emerged:

"Remember, don't act alone, fight in a small team, and exercise hard!"

Upon hearing this, Johnson grinned and made a tactical gesture of "received" to the commander.

Their vision gradually darkened, their taut bodies relaxed, and they entered the game...

...

Three days later, the ruins of Blue Valley.

Everyone in the Cobra team squatted down and moved forward slowly with their guns raised.

After entering the game, five of them chose close combat, five chose battle assistants, and ten chose long-distance. It can be said that the lineup of the entire team is very appropriate, and they can respond flexibly in terms of output and defense.

At this moment, they understood why the commander said that this game could train them.

The cruelty here far exceeded their imagination, and each of them died no less than three times in the past three days.

Such a real world really shocked them. All kinds of physical phenomena are exactly the same as in reality. Even the parabolic trajectory of bullets and the degree of external interference are exactly the same as reality.

Originally they thought this simulation game was the highest technology product produced by "X" R\u0026D, but they didn't realize it was a civilian game until they met the players.

This really shocked them, obviously unable to understand why civilian technology is more advanced than military technology.

However, after knowing that they could not survive in this world with their personal abilities, they entered the game and made friends with each other. After a lot of work, they finally assembled.

This immediately increased their overall strength several times, after all, they have always focused on teamwork.

At this time, the team is slowly moving forward in a V-shaped formation.

At this time, Johnson, the captain, suddenly raised his left hand and clenched his fist. The team stopped immediately, turned all their guns forward, scanned the front, and waited for the prey to appear.

The sound of footsteps in the ear gradually.

Seeing this, Johnson made another gesture, and the team immediately divided into two groups to hide.

At this time, a figure of a player holding a lightsaber jumped out of the side alley and appeared in front of them, and behind him was a rotting, tall walking corpse.

Seeing the players running towards them, Johnson slightly bent his right arm and pressed his forearm to the ground (up!), the team members immediately nodded.

When the player's figure passed by them, Johnson took the lead in attacking, his right arm holding the lightsaber suddenly tightened, his figure jumped out of the cover, and slashed at the "walking corpse"'s leg.

While the walking corpse staggered forward, Johnson pulled out a dagger from his waist with his left hand, stabbed it hard into the walking corpse's abdomen, and then rolled away on the spot.

"Da da da!"

The dense bullets slanted, and the body surface of the walking corpse was riddled with holes by the bullets, and fell to the ground with a crash.

"Thank you!" The hunted player immediately turned around and shouted when he saw that the walking corpse had been killed.

Seeing this, the members of the Cobra team also stood up, greeted the player, but continued to move forward without saying anything.

Perhaps this is a game in the eyes of the players, but in their eyes, it is a test and training for them.

And the reason why they don't use team voice and use tactical gestures in the game is also for training considerations. After all, there is no team voice for them to use in the real assessment.

"Hey, don't move forward, there is Widowmaker's hunting ground in front of you, you will be killed!" Seeing that the 20-member team was planning to move on, the player couldn't help reminding.

"Widowmaker?" Johnson was puzzled, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the player.

"The one on the ranking list, I advise you not to enter her territory, she will not be polite to you!"

"How many of them are there?" Johnson couldn't help frowning and asked.

"Alone! But it's not something you can deal with!" The player reminded again friendly.

Johnson and the others couldn't help laughing when they heard this.

In their view, the high players among the players are just like that. Whether it is the ability to manipulate firearms or melee combat, how can it be compared with them.

Moreover, they have already had several encounters with other players in the game, basically all of them have been crushed and won, and leapfrog battles are not a problem at all.

"Thank you!" Johnson nodded, and then waved again, and the team members continued to move forward.

Seeing this scene, the player couldn't help shaking his head regretfully.

There is no hope of their survival at all.