[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

He nodded: "You'll do your best."

After saying that, he raised his hand and waved.

"Soap, it's time to go."

As Vita watched Wang Zhiqiang's departing figure, the image of that equally upright back flashed through her mind.

How similar these two people are! Even though she made mistakes, she still received encouragement.

yn, I'm sorry...

She murmured.

In the days that followed, everyone returned to their previous lives, as if nothing had changed, and no one mentioned the code name yn again.

But the occasional silence from the blizzard, the always-clean bed in the dormitory, and the occasional waft of tea aroma silently indicated that they had not forgotten.

"Chirp."

[Monitor, do you want to unbind from the monitored user [Little Bird]? Yes/No]

The ghost put down his pen and picked up his phone.

Every three days, the monitoring software would pop up a notification, but he never made a choice.

Even though his heart would react with pain every time he saw it, he ignored it.

Perhaps she wanted to use this pain to remind herself, or perhaps she hadn't yet been able to accept that her loved one was dead.

He couldn't be sure because he never dared to give himself time to think about these things.

Ghost put down his phone, took off his gloves, and looked at the bluish-black letters around his ring finger.

"------"

He uttered the words softly, his pronunciation accurate and fluent, as if he had murmured them countless times.

"I'm sorry, I'm not as strong as you expect..."

He could win countless battles, but he couldn't protect his loved ones.

He protected countless people and possessions, but he couldn't protect the body left behind by his lover.

He was strong, and he was also a failure...

"Boom-"

Outside the window, a single firework exploded forlornly in the night sky.

After a long silence, he picked up his phone again and clicked "No" on the prompt's option.

After three months, countless helpless dreams, and an increasingly cold body temperature upon waking, he finally accepted the fact that his little bird would never return.

A drop of water fell onto the paper covered with letters, gradually blurring the flowing ink.

On a cold winter night, Wang Zhiqiang sat on the open ground of the base and exhaled a puff of white mist.

A small red firework tube sat before him, its continuous hissing sounds eventually bursting into lonely blooms in the night sky.

"Honestly, this New Year is not only unhappy, but also very lonely..."

I remember last year, the girl was still by his side, smiling and calling him, chatting and laughing with others, making a lot of noise.

Now that she's gone, no one else cares about this New Year; he's left all alone, guarding a cluster of fireworks.

There was no one else around, and all I could hear was the sound of the cold wind blowing.

He gazed at the fireworks that flashed briefly in the night sky and then faded away, his voice hoarse as he sighed:

"It was so short..."

Those people, as dazzling as fireworks, also appeared briefly and then disappeared, just like fireworks.

All that remains is the pitch-black night sky and the ashes after the fire has been extinguished.

"I hope you'll be happy when you go back, and that you'll have a bright future..."

Wang Zhiqiang looked at the video call flashing on his phone screen, took a deep breath, and forced a smile.

"Oh! Grandma..."

With a deliberately lighthearted tone, the last firework exploded, carried further and further away by the night wind.

At that time, thousands of miles away in the mountains, Keegan and his squad walked to a stream to wash off the blood and dirt after completing their mission.

He carefully wiped the gun and knife clean with a cotton cloth before splashing the stream water on his face.

The cold stream water greatly restored his exhausted spirit.

Immediately afterwards, he put his hands into the stream and washed them, and the bloodstains turned into a light red color and floated away in the water.

Suddenly! The red bean bracelet on my wrist broke, and the tiny red beans scattered in the water, quickly being swept away by the current!

Keegan reached out to try and stop her, but the red bean, swept away by the current, bypassed his palm and left without a second thought.

He immediately turned on the tactical bracelet light on his wrist, stood up, and quickly chased after the stream, wading into the icy water to search for the stones. In the end, he only managed to retrieve a few.

"You're not even waiting for me?"

He gazed at the few bright red beans in his palm, as if murmuring silently.

"Keegan, we should go."

The voices of teammates could be heard from not far away.

He clenched his fist tightly, then silently walked from the stream to the bank.

The night seemed very quiet, except in a closed ward in the military hospital.

"I'm not sick, let me out!"

Koenig roared in anger and slammed his fist into the steel door. The loud noise caused the door to only dent slightly.

This was not the first dent on the steel door; various marks were scattered around it, indicating that it had suffered many violent resistances before.

Koenig was panting heavily. His tall, muscular body shrank into a corner, his head down, and he clutched his reddish-brown hair with one hand.

Her once innocent, downcast eyes were now filled with alarming red blood vessels.

He ground his teeth together with a harsh sound, followed by resentful curses.

"Damn it, they're all hypocritical cowards!"

Chapter 347: Pre-determined Game Plot

2022年7月15日16:00时，阿达尔联合共和国，马兹拉。

The Loess Gobi Desert was quiet, with only the sound of the wind stirring up dust.

"Commander Golden Eagle, Shadow One is ready to strike."

A clear voice came through the somewhat cluttered earpiece.

Then a deep, hoarse voice rang out, its tone steady yet carrying a forceful command:

"Received. Greaves, stay put."

After confirming the location again, a female voice rang out.

"Watcher 1 calling B-0-7, are you in position?"

In the dimly lit crevice, a tall man wearing a skull mask walked slowly, giving a brief response into the microphone.

"almost."

He strode to the exit, raised his gun, aimed it into the distance, and then his soft, hoarse voice rang out again.

"I saw."

Monitor 1: "What did you see?"

Ghost's tone was flat: "The bodyguards, armored vehicles, and other equipment are all Russian."

After a brief exchange, the ghost sent a confirmation report: "General Gobrani has been located."

Sheffield immediately gave the order: "Launch, Shadow 1."

Greaves' excited voice came through: "Roger that!"

Then he jokingly reminded Ghost, "Ghost, there might be danger where you are. This is a very powerful missile."

The ghost responded indifferently: "Launch."

A few seconds later, a missile, trailing a fiery tail, hurtled through the air.

After course correction, and with Greaves counting down, the missile hit its target precisely!

"Boom—"

After the huge explosion, a rapidly expanding orange-yellow light appeared, so dazzling that the ghost couldn't help but raise his hand to shield his eyes, and then let out a low, hoarse sigh.

"Fucking hell..."

As Ghost set off to board the plane, his partner Greaves approached him with a bottle of water.

The ghost accepted the water he offered and politely thanked him.

Greaves lazily sat down beside him and asked with a smile, "The mission is complete. What are your plans now?"

The ghost, hidden behind its mask, took a sip of water and replied:

"Go back to base."

Greaves exclaimed in surprise, "Are you a workaholic? Don't you ever go home and spend time with your wife?"

The ghost replied calmly, "I have no wife."

Greaves was even more surprised: "You're not married yet?"

It was indeed surprising that Ghost, at his age and with his military rank, was still unmarried, but thinking that he himself was also unmarried, Greaves felt relieved.

"Don't you have a wife, or a lover?"

He tested the waters again.

The ghost paused in his drinking, then said with a rare hesitation, "I don't know."