[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

Kruger extended his hand and greeted him.

The ghost also extended its hand and shook hands with him in a friendly gesture.

Before the ghost could speak, the soap next to him interrupted.

"Hey, long time no see, Kruger. What brings you here to see Ghost?"

“Bring him a person.”

After saying that, Kruger gestured for you to come over.

You walked up to the three burly men, forced a smile, and greeted them somewhat nervously.

"Hi?"

Soap was somewhat surprised: "She's...Ghost. You know her?"

Ghost's schedule is always fixed; he's either at the base or on a mission. Given his personality, it's hard to believe he'd befriend an ordinary person, especially a girl!

The ghost shook its head, indicating that it was also the first time it had ever seen one.

However, Kruger had no intention of explaining it to you.

"Ghost, I've brought the person to you, I'll be leaving now."

Then he turned to you: "Bye, cutie, I hope you'll be willing to swap names with me next time."

After saying that, he turned around gracefully, got into the car, and drove off in one smooth motion.

You were left all alone, with two burning gazes from behind.

In a room resembling an office, you sit in a chair, holding a glass of water with soap in your hand.

"You mean, the person you're looking for isn't Ghost, but just his code name?"

Soap asked, and you were about to nod when a deep voice sounded.

How did you know me?

It's a ghost that hasn't spoken a word since the very beginning.

You suddenly felt a little nervous, and your fingers unconsciously squeezed the paper cup harder.

"I...I need to see Zimo before I can tell you."

The ghost slowly walks up to you, its tall figure exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

He bent slightly forward, his tone full of warning:

"Madam, you know that we can execute someone like you, whose origins are unknown, as a dangerous individual."

Fear wells up inside you, but you have to pretend to be calm.

You're not sure if they've signed any confidentiality agreement. If they just make up some excuse and say it was Zimo who said it, causing trouble for the other party and giving them a bad impression, then you'll really have no way out.

Therefore, you can only feign composure and reply: "Whether I have a problem or not, you can check it, or we can verify it when Zimo arrives."

Calm down, don't be afraid.

You keep telling yourself this in your heart.

After that, no matter what the ghost and the soap said, you didn't say another word.

The atmosphere remained tense until a few knocks sounded on the door.

"Hey, Zimo, you're here."

Soap waved towards the door.

You glanced over there as well.

The newcomer was strong and upright, dressed in a black athletic outfit of trousers and a black baseball cap. His face was a familiar Asian one.

He is the person you are looking for, the only Chinese soldier in the task force, codename Zimo.

For some reason, after seeing him, the tension that had been building for two days suddenly eased a bit, and your nose felt slightly sore.

"Alright, I've brought the people here for you. Now you can explain."

After greeting you, Soap turned to you and continued to press you for answers.

But you insisted, "I want to speak with him alone."

They didn't seem to care about your request; neither of them offered any opinion before leaving.

That's understandable; after all, it's their territory, so there's no difference between being alone or not. Giving them some space to relax might actually be more effective.

Once the door closed, Zi Mo's attitude was very official; she asked you in English:

"Madam, what can I do for you? We..."

However, before he could finish speaking, you looked at him and tears streamed down your face.

But his reaction was indifferent; he seemed unmoved by your sadness, only somewhat puzzled.

"Wang Zhiqiang..."

His expression only changed when you said his name.

"You are Chinese, you know me!"

He took two steps forward and reached out as if to comfort you, but you grabbed his arm tightly as if you were relying on him.

You nodded repeatedly, your voice choked with sobs as you said:

"I...I'm actually very...very scared. You're the only one I can think of. I'm sorry to bother you..."

Despite his many questions, Wang Zhiqiang could only calm you down first before asking you questions.

This time, however, you did not choose to hide it, but instead revealed everything about yourself.

In order to gain his trust more, you revealed all his information.

He's the only person you can trust right now, so you shouldn't hide anything from him. Otherwise, if you can't gain his trust, your situation will become very difficult.

After listening to your description and learning that you are a character in a game, Wang Zhiqiang took a while to process it before letting out a sigh.

"I understand, I know how you feel and I really want to help you, but..."

"I'm currently on a mission and can't send you back to China... Perhaps you don't want to return to China here, but I can help you find a way to stay at the base for now. I just don't know if you'd be willing..."

"I am willing."

You looked at him and nodded in response.

He hesitated for a moment: "Are you sure? If you stay here, you have to join in. Military training is very tough."

You nodded again and answered firmly, "Yes, I do."

You've thought about it. This is a game. No matter how real the world here may seem, it's not your world. You have your own family and friends, and you want to go back to them.

But there's no way back now, so staying here is the best option.

at least...

If you can wait until the game launches and get an operator slot, your brother... might get to see you!

In a better-case scenario, you might be excluded once the new game starts.

Wang Zhiqiang nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange it for you, but I need to submit some of your information. Is it convenient to provide your name?"

You shake your head: "My name and information probably can't be found here."

He sighed again, as if lamenting your plight.

"Then you should submit some basic information, such as blood type, education, language and skills. As for your name... just use a code name."

You thought for a moment, then spoke: "YN"

Wang Zhiqiang asked with a puzzled look, "What?"

"An abbreviation of your name."

"Your name...yn, that's interesting. Don't take this too seriously as a game. It's dangerous here; survival and death go hand in hand."

You clench your fists, but your mind is resolute: "I know I will take this seriously."

Wang Zhiqiang nodded, and after recording your basic information, he opened the door.

"Come on, let me find you a room to rest first. Don't worry, I'll take care of the rest."

The faint light of the setting sun shone into the dim room. As you looked at his figure, which was somewhat backlit, a great weight seemed to be lifted from your heart.

You stand up and walk towards him.

"Thank you, Brother Zhiqiang."

You swear you are sincerely thanking and calling out, but Wang Zhiqiang's expression changed, and he spoke with a conflicted look.

"Hey sis, don't call me that, it sounds weird. Just call me brother."

Perhaps he was genuinely not used to it, because he even started using a Tianjin accent.

When you hear him say that, you also feel that something is strange, and you give an awkward laugh.

"Okay, brother."

Perspective - Kruger

They monitored a group of terrorists' transactions to investigate whether the items being traded were biological or chemical weapons.

Kruger found the task somewhat boring when he received it.

This means he has to stay in one place and not move, and can only observe whatever happens, not fire his gun at will.

Some of the tasks are rather tedious.

But he didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain.

At first, he was somewhat annoyed by the woman who had interrupted the transaction.

Her appearance wasted his entire day!

But when she parted her hair and revealed a face unlike any of those of Europeans and Americans, his anger inexplicably dissipated.

The girl had a gentle East Asian face, and her large eyes were filled with doubt and wariness, like a lost fawn.