The reason why Yi Song was worried about whether to take the initiative was that he had nothing to do with some aspects such as compassion, but he was purely concerned about whether he would be in a state of indomitable progress. Because he was too devoted to the battlefield, he would affect his passive efficiency.

When he didn't meet netizens' scents, Yi Song was quite self-aware. He admitted that when he was fighting passionately, he often chose to ignore the situation around him. It was common for him to stare at a single target and run away from the team battle three or four screens away from the team battle position.

As for the group of people currently active in the independent organization base, whether they are local Far East refugees or SHIELD special operations teams from "shooting the United States", Yi Song doesn't care whether they are dead or alive. In his eyes, this world is unfamiliar, not even real, and maybe it's hard to say that the whole world is NPC.

Apart from the "npc character" that suits his own preferences, the others are just the difference between soldiers, sports cars, and wild monsters, but they are just tool people. This has a similar idea since he met the so-called customer service staff for the second time.

According to the nearly-law capabilities shown by the system, the so-called "company" does not mean that it seeks from the world, but at least it shows a crushing dominance.

After all, this mobile game system can easily give to someone like him, which is not a particularly valuable thing. However, Yi Song has not yet discovered that there is anything in the "Marvel Cinematic Universe" he is currently in, which can even slightly interfere with the functions given by the system.

This made him wonder whether this world really exists. If it is the real world, then a system that is so small that it can be given to people at will to distort birth, old age, sickness and death (also baldness, kidney deficiency) would be too unscientific. This can be called a plane-level technology crush.

Everyone lives in a certain space, is it because your universe secretly attends cram school?

After all, intelligent creatures with feelings must always talk about the basic law. From the communication with the customer service lady, Yi Song felt that everyone's way of thinking should have similarities. Since the mobile game system can make people die and the customer service can transmit themselves to a new world after random selection, then the combination of the two can completely treat him directly and send him home by the way.

However, now they sent him to another world in a random way, gave him a new body, and then sent himself back to his original location for more than ten years. This is unreasonable no matter how you look at it! At least you have lost money in terms of cost, and it is a miracle that the person in charge of this business was not fired. This non-interest-oriented approach should not appear in an organization established by smart creatures.

Therefore, it is more natural to explain the terms "complete stealth world" that have appeared on the earth before, that is, the virtual world. Therefore, with this bold idea, Yi Song wanted to still regard the two waves in front of him (or three waves of Hydra?) npc as a similar type, which is really difficult.

╮(￣▽￣”)╭ I can’t take it seriously at all.

Well... Although I occasionally pay to help the young lady who can't afford to wear cold clothes on the roadside, the touch on her hands is indeed quite real~~~~ Well, I just accidentally touched her when I handed over the money.

In order not to affect his overall situation, he also had to fight with a few unlucky guys, and had a real addiction to cs. After thinking about it, he still decided to switch back to the traditional mouse and keyboard mode with tears in his eyes.

Of course, it is also great not to be afraid of pain~~Yi Song rubbed his skin that was shot before, which was completely unaware of the damage.

...

“Tututu…”

"Safe, come with me!"

Rumlo spent three seconds observing the corpse in front to confirm that there was no fish that had escaped. Then he waved to the back, and raised the volume and shouted and signaled the team members to follow him.

While taking advantage of the opportunity to rush forward to replace the submachine gun with a new magazine, he was planning his next action plan.

Generally speaking, Rumlow would not participate in such a large-scale and technical battle. After all, he is considered to be a middle-level and high-level leader - the middle-level of S.H.E.L.D. and the senior-level leader of S.H.I.E.L.D. His life is relatively expensive. If you want to remove such a large-scale "terrorist" base, a hot weapon melee of hundreds or thousands of people is basically inevitable.

On the battlefield, stray bullets are not eye-catching and leading by example often show unexpected drama. The stage filled with smoke of gunpowder is never without the scene where the lowest-level soldiers turn into team commanders.

Of course, this is not very wonderful for Rumlow, who is already the commander. Because once this happens, it only means that other members of the team have left Uncle Sam's arms forever. The reason why he came to this battlefield where "the chief also has to survive by chance" is because of the low-level mistake he made before...

Thinking of this, Rumlow took a deep breath of the sulfur-smelling air at the scene. His legs kept moving, but he couldn't help but sigh: The Garretts are still good. Although he didn't like the other party's ruffian look when something happened just now, at least at the critical moment, this comrade who was undercover with him was still very reliable.
Chapter completed!