Lin Fan traveled through time. He didn't have peerless martial arts, and he didn't have a full level at the beginning. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had turned into a square man made of mosaics, holding a pixel rifle in his hand that was worse than a fire stick.
In my ears, I heard the passionate eight-bit electronic music engraved in the DNA of players around the world - "Ding, Deng, Deng, Deng!"
When I looked up, I saw a metal corridor full of pseudo-3D depth in front of me. The door at the end was blocked by a power grid. At the other end of the corridor, two shirtless, hunky men wearing red and blue turbans were holding an "S-bomb" shotgun that could shoot out red fireballs. They were performing Thomas' full spin in the air that violated Newton's laws, and they were doing a crazy tuck!
Lin Fan looked down at his red military uniform, which symbolized "cannon fodder", and peed on the spot.
"Holy shit! The first base of the Kestrel Empire? Are Bill and Lance on the opposite side?!"
"Where is the system? Help me! It will break if I touch it!"
This is an endlessly joyful story about someone who mistakenly enters the world of a classic game and relies on his coquettish moves and the bottomless spirit of a "two-five-year-old boy" to survive the protagonist's hail of bullets. Our slogan is: The villain's life is also life, if it doesn't work, I will surrender to the enemy!
