Player Reload

Chapter 730 - 626: Guangdong

On the battlefield littered with satellite debris, the White Horse Tombstone, Wanli Sealed Blade, Card Emperor, and Yawei were all huddled down in the trench.

"Who said Transcendents could easily dominate FPS games, ahhh."

Wanli Sealed Blade shouted in his heart, complaining as the four of them covered under the coffin lid of White Horse Tombstone, wrapped with camouflage cloth outside to avoid detection.

Any online game, as its operational time extends, inevitably faces the issue of value inflation.

Explanations in card games get longer, cars in racing games get faster, the character capabilities in fighting games become more overpowered, and among them, the inflation rate in shooting games becomes most apparent.

In the biological mode of "Counter-Strike Online," it went from a universal MG42 machine gun dominating the world to rapidly developing into pay-to-win weapons that can traverse heaven and earth, with instant teleportation, auto-aim, and unlimited ammo.

Next door in "Nizhan," to match the increasingly powerful pay-to-win props, even the ordinary little monsters have tens of billions of health points.

At this moment, the game "Call of Duty: Battlefield 2077 OL" where Wanli Sealed Blade resides, once was a shooting game that took the world by storm,

but with the passage of time, the grotesque game balance drove all players away, leaving only two sides of AI soldiers fighting each other, battling for occupation points.

One side is comprised of expressionless muscular men, carrying a metal storm launch system the size of a van, nimbly jumping over rugged terrains.

The other side consists of big wavy-haired figures wearing stockings and high heels, holding magic wands or flying swords (God knows how a military shooting game got flying swords), blasting out spectacular fireballs comparable to intercontinental missiles.

The aftermath of the AI combat knocked dirt from the trench above them, and annoyingly, the game didn’t have a setting for picking up firearms, so even if you exhaustively kill AI soldiers, you couldn’t acquire any loot.

By the way, the game officials never acknowledged they deployed AI, but all the IDs in the match scream fake personas, like [Strawberry Lemon Sauce], [Ħā pensado], [Post-05 Cute Sister],

considering the game’s launch time... for crying out loud the Post-05 Cute Sister is already in her seventies by now!

They don’t even bother properly stealing player IDs.

"We, who have rolled out from seas of knives and flames, lying still in the trench like bugs..."

Card Emperor looked outward through the camouflage cloth unwillingly, hesitated for a moment, was about to uncover a corner of the camouflage cloth when he saw the distant hill shake.

It wasn’t a hill, but an ancient mecha fifty meters high, buried by rocks for countless years.

The AI soldier who successfully seized the mecha pressed a button, and with a boom, sent a heavily fortified military base into the sky.

"...I think being a bug isn’t so bad."

Card Emperor silently let go of the dusty cloth, the three players and Yawei, each lifting a corner of the coffin, squirming forward in the trench, searching for traces of golden coins.

"Speaking of which, the dating simulation game Pifu and the others went to should be easier than ours, right?"

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Over the skies of Round Clam Town, a spaceship shaped like a baby crib continued to bombard.

Such a small crib, yet its endurance is comparable to an ocean-going freighter, firepower exceeds that of a train cannon, and its propulsion system seems headed for UFOs, flexibly pivoting in the air, and with every shot easily demolishing a building.

A temporarily launched F15 combat formation from a nearby US military base was also blown up beyond visual distance by the dumplings, crashing into the distant suburbs, igniting a forest fire.

"Tom, I’m now standing at the entrance of the Round Clam Bar, and I can see what seems to be a baby piloting a UFO, bombing Round Clam Town."

Across from the high buildings, a short-haired Japanese female reporter held a microphone, reporting the news in an overly calm tone.

Four figures dashed out from the Round Clam Bar, among them a humorous fat man in green pants and a white shirt with glasses—the head of the Griffin family and the number one native of Round Clam Town, Pete Griffin;

A man with an extraordinary jawline, a former US Navy air force member, now an airline captain, innately divinely chosen by the curse, nicknamed Brother Q, Glenn Quigley;

A paralyzed police officer from Round Clam Town, sitting in a wheelchair yet possessing an exceptionally strong upper body, Old Qiao;

And the closest to the normal human concept, the Black Cleveland.

Led by Pete, these four are Round Clam Town’s F4, and except for the black brother Cleveland, the other three are divine beings.

"Pete, your Stu seems to be driving a flying machine!"

Police officer Old Qiao, hands holding the wheelchair’s armrests, shouted in warning.

"Oh my god Stu,"

Pete looked at the bombing dumplings, immediately grasping his head with both hands, ran quickly to the center of the street, and shouted, "Think about mom and dad, we love you! Stop it!"

Not speaking was fine, but as soon as he did, the dumplings froze for a moment, memories related to this lousy dad began to flood his mind.

Including and not limited to secretly letting dumplings suck his accessory nipple while Louise was away;

Injecting suspicious steroids from the gym into dumplings, letting him experience Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin at a young age;

Forcing dumplings to be a child star to earn money for their parents, even giving dumplings "assault pills" to support the high-intensity workload every day;

"fck you, you fat bastard!"

The dumplings immediately responded in anger, turning the cannon towards the Round Clam Bar.

The bar’s building collapsed with a thunderous crash, but after the smoke dispersed, Pete sustained only a minor knee injury, squatting by the roadside, groaning in pain, "Hiss, ha, hiss, ha."

Seeing this, Li Cheng couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his eye, the saying goes bad men live for a thousand years. In this scene, even if you throw Pete into a wood chipper and mince him up, next second a new one would respawn from an unknown corner.