Team Wang, the leader, ordered the soldiers behind him to put down their weapons.
"Put down your guns!"
"Eevee, come back!"
The two of them made the same decision with unspoken understanding.
Their eyes met, but they remained silent.
"Thank you, Eevee, let's go."
A Tu picked up Sylveon and left without looking back.
"Team Wang, are we just going to let them go?"
"Otherwise, what do you want to do? Regardless of whether he was controlled by those monsters or not, this is the most reasonable way to Protect the hostage." Team Wang scolded him angrily and ordered all soldiers to retreat.
"Send two people to monitor that boy's whereabouts in real-time, and another two to collect all his information. Make sure to keep a close eye on this boy."
Team Wang recalled A Tu in his mind. He always had a premonition that this boy would be the new trendsetter of this world.
...
"Streamer, I sent you a rocket!"
"Honestly, this little Eevee is quite cute."
"Streamer, I'm a freeloader, quickly teach me the secret to controlling beasts!"
A Tu ignored what these people said, except for the big brother/sister who sent him a rocket.
"Finally home, Zeraora, where are you..."
Pushing open the door, the first thing he saw was Zeraora sitting in front of the computer desk, pounding on the keyboard while roaring.
"Ora ora ora ora! (Damn it, hurry up and capture the point, C1 is almost gone!)"
A Tu was stunned when he saw Zeraora immersed in eight treasure congee.
Meowscarada walked over and whispered a few words into A Tu's ear.
This guy has been playing all afternoon, and he couldn't be pulled away.
"Gardevoir, Gardevoir! (Exactly, exactly, I haven't even played yet!)"
Gardevoir also floated over to complain to A Tu.
"Enemy high-threat unit marked, destroy immediately, push the battle."
"Ora ora ora! (Damn it, why isn't anyone taking care of the enemy vehicles, fuck!)"
"Hold the line, defend the spire! We either destroy the enemy, or we perish with the spire!"
The angry voice of Commander Hafuk came from the computer, and Zeraora outside the computer also became angry. The black-skinned big cat turned into a red-faced big cat. A Trainer who didn't know would think this was a Shinny Pokemon.
Zeraora, in a fit of rage, swung his fist and slammed the keyboard... or rather, the computer desk next to it. Cracks instantly appeared on the wooden desk, and this was even after Zeraora had pulled back his punch before it landed.
"No! My desk!" A Tu exclaimed. This was one of the few pieces of furniture in his home.
Zeraora then realized that his Trainer had returned. He looked at the cracks on the desk and glanced away guiltily.
"Ora." (This desk is of poor quality.)
A Tu originally wanted to lecture Zeraora, but seeing the surging number of viewers in the live stream, a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.
A Tu walked to Zeraora's side, pointed his phone camera at Zeraora and the computer screen, and acted as a human phone stand.
"Monsters can even play eight treasure congee? Didn't the country say they don't have the ability to think?"
"He's raging."
"I was there, I was that Bird Lulu."
"Hold the line, do not let the enemy capture this area."
Zeraora continued to act as if nothing had happened, picked up the mouse, and continued fighting.
On the screen, Zeraora stealthily approached the enemy's M1A4 main battle tank and pulled out Wei Long's C4 explosives.
"Ora ora! (I found an opportunity, take this, my magnetic bomb and high-explosive grenade!)"
Beep—beep—beep—beep beep beep!
Boom!
Zeraora's C4 directly sent the enemy's main battle tank flying.
"Ah~ Attention, no entry into non-Fight Areas. Don't fall behind, even if you lose skin or flesh."
Zeraora continued to fight, using his newly unlocked M4A1 assault rifle to wildly spray enemies outside point D.
"Knocked down, knocked down!"
"Magnetic bomb thrown!"
"Blasted down!"
It must be said that in just one afternoon, Zeraora's operational skills had improved by a level. His speed in pulling the gun sight was so fast it left afterimages, and his first shot was always a headshot.
Why could only the first shot hit? A Tu looked at the bare M4A1 assault rifle in Zeraora's hand, and the answer was self-evident.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A hint of madness flashed in Zeraora's eyes. He jetted to the side of the AA gun, where he was unlikely to be hit by enemy guided missiles.
"Ora? Ora ora! (You like guided missiles? Then come on!)"
Soon, two guided missiles from the attacking side directly smashed down onto the spire.
Boom!
The entire D point was instantly cleared, with only a few people outside the point who were not hit.
"Defend the line with all your might! We cannot let the enemy bomb the spire again!"
Commander Hafuk's voice was so anxious that it changed from a mature woman's to a young girl's.
Zeraora's timing was just right, precisely when the enemy was rapidly gathering to capture point D.
"Guided missile ready."
"Request guided missile strike, coordinates sent, over!"
"Static, received, guided missile launched."
Zeraora could no longer suppress the corners of his mouth, throwing aside the mouse and bursting into laughter.
"Hahahahaha..."
Boom!
Defeat +200
Defeat +200
Defeat +200
Destroyed item +20
Destroyed vehicle +1000
...
Zeraora stared intently at the score.
"Ora ora ora ora..." (One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand...)
The score continued to rise, finally settling at 7878.
"666, this guy is a monster!"
"The guided missile dream of countless players!"
"Am I the only one who really thinks this monster's operations are like Gui's? That zero-frame gun pull is not something a human can do."
"Upstairs, it's not human to begin with."
"Oh no, our spire!"
"The spire is collapsing, all units take evasive action."
"Ora?" (What's going on?)
Zeraora didn't know that the spire could be destroyed by guided missiles. For a moment, he panicked and ran aimlessly, finally being crushed by the spire.
Accompanied by tense music, Zeraora deployed at point D2.
"We have lost the spire, lost our command headquarters. Now, we will perish together, but we absolutely cannot let the data center below the spire fall into enemy hands! This is our last stronghold, we must Protect it."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The fourth guided missile was launched by the enemy.
Zeraora: It's over!
Boom!
"Stronghold Delta2 has fallen, where are our people?"
"Mission failed, retreat immediately!"
On the screen, the word "FAILED" was prominently displayed in bold red letters. Zeraora leaned weakly against the back of the chair, looking completely burnt out.
"Zeraora, don't burn out yet."
Zeraora heard A Tu's voice, weakly opened his eyes, and looked at A Tu.
"You broke my desk, so not only do I have to fix the desk, but I also have to fix you, Zeraora~"
"Ora ora!" (Don't come over here!)"