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"Damn it! You and Sister Li are something else! When you two are in bed, I absolutely have to knock on the door!" Peng Hao huffed, arms crossed over his chest, fuming.
Chen Rui knew he was in the wrong and awkwardly smiled. "Sorry, it wasn't intentional, and I didn't know! Ignorance is bliss, right? Besides, it's all in the past now; just forget about it."
"Forget? Are you kidding me! This is something that can be remembered for a lifetime! I finally managed to—" Peng Hao shouted at Chen Rui, his expression as if he wanted to devour him whole.
"Cough cough cough..." Chen Rui started coughing violently, and amidst the fits, he discreetly blinked at Ye Han, who was not far away.
Peng Hao understood Chen Rui's hint and snorted, choosing to ignore him.
They were currently in Conference Room One, with only half an hour left until the fourth major event began. All members of A Group were already at their posts, ready and prepared. The Execution Team had also been guiding special forces from various countries in their dream preparations; the final showdown was about to commence.
Even though the organizers had not disclosed the scoring criteria or parameters for each event, any soldier or anyone with a bit of military knowledge would understand that no matter how well one performed in various training exercises, nothing could compare to a real drill.
And now they were facing an even more realistic "drill"—a simulated war. This was a genuine war activity that could replicate most aspects of real combat, truly testing the actual combat capabilities of each country's forces.
Thus, even if previous events had not yielded great results, there was still a chance to shine in this event and rank high.
The performance of China's Special Forces prior to this had not been stellar; they didn't even rank among some of the renowned special forces. However, this was their biggest opportunity for a comeback. The greater their pressure, the higher their combat effectiveness would be.
At exactly nine o'clock in the morning, members of the Execution Team brought special forces from various countries into Conference Room One. Each member led three to four members of foreign special forces to their seats, instantly turning Conference Room One into a bustling marketplace. Even the special forces members couldn't hide their excitement; after all, having a real shootout with renowned foreign special forces was a shared desire among them.
This feeling wasn't one of aggression but rather a sense of pride that every soldier experiences. No matter how famous the opposing team is, they all want to engage in direct combat with them; this longing for battle is something only soldiers can truly understand.
Once all members of the special forces settled into their seats and donned their Connectors, Chen Rui stood at the front of the conference room. Facing hundreds of elite special forces members from various countries, he smiled lightly.
"Everyone! You are about to enter the Dream World, which is a replica of the world you currently inhabit. So don't treat it as just a game; after all, getting shot there will hurt." Chen Rui noticed the atmosphere was somewhat tense and made a light-hearted joke. The Special Forces responded with smiles in agreement.
"And even if you are not afraid of pain, every move you make will be under the watchful eye of your superiors. So, do not act impulsively, lest your superiors come to talk to you later."
A White Special Forces Soldier raised his hand and laughed, "What exactly constitutes an impulsive act? Can we still... in the Dream World?"
Chen Rui suppressed a smile, knowing what this Special Forces member was getting at. He quickly interrupted, "My friend, I must seriously inform you that the Dream World is a reflection of reality! This dream is a combination of various dreams, including good dreams, nightmares, and so on. What kind of dream it is depends on what you choose to do! Of course, that kind of dream you mentioned exists too, but I won't take responsibility for the consequences!"
"Hahaha—" Laughter erupted again in the conference room. This time, not only the Special Forces members but even the A Group members couldn't help but chuckle. Chen Rui could make such a serious remark about spring dreams; one couldn't help but wonder how he managed to keep a straight face.
"Alright, let's get to the point!" Chen Rui formed a gesture with his hands to signal them to stop laughing and said seriously, "The dream you are about to enter is completely safe! If there are any abnormalities during our operation, you will be forcibly disconnected and the dream will end. So this is a rare opportunity; please fight for your own glory! Let us witness a passionate, intense, and exciting battle!"
"Then... the system will prompt each of you to enter the dream one by one. At that time, there’s no need to be overly nervous; just relax your body and mind. Leave everything to us!"
"That’s it! See you all shortly!"
Chen Rui snapped his fingers, and the A Group members began their tasks. Although they had never controlled over a hundred people entering dreams simultaneously before, it was not difficult for them. Even with numbers around ten times the usual amount entering dreams, each team member carried out their responsibilities in an orderly fashion. No one was flustered by the workload; everything proceeded smoothly.
The Recording Team also activated internal communications to broadcast the situation in the dream alongside what was happening in Conference Room One on designated screens or 3D projections.
This was necessary because there were no spectator seats in Conference Room One and it was inconvenient to watch the competition live. Therefore, the organizers chose to have A Group members conduct dual-scene live broadcasts so that those not present could still understand the real-time situation of both the venue and the event.
As connections began, over a hundred Special Forces Soldiers gradually fell into slumber—this was a normal step in entering dreams. The broadcast screens started displaying scenes from within the dream.
Due to the large number of participating units, it was impossible to show all units' real-time situations simultaneously on screens or projections. The Recording Team adopted a method where each person monitored two groups for broadcasting purposes. Xiong Kai served as the team leader for objective assessments from a god's-eye view. This way, apart from avoiding complaints from various participating countries, they could also clarify any unclear situations.
However, this significantly increased the burden on the Recording Team since each member was now handling double the workload compared to before!
The mission details appeared before everyone:
Each unit acted as an individual Combat Group, with all units placed in the same city for an unconditional battle. The city had no boundaries, and the fighting would continue until only one group remained. Afterward, the system would score each group based on their actions.
Hundreds of Special Forces members were deployed in a Coastal City, maintaining a certain distance from each other, and all entered in civilian clothing without carrying any weapons.
In essence, all Special Forces were thrown into a Gladiatorial Arena, where only one group could survive.
Upon seeing the Special Forces enter the city, Chen Rui smiled lightly in the conference room.
At the same time, as they entered the city, the Elephant General, Lion Brother, Tiger, White Wolf, Fox, and Big Dog cursed in unison, "Damn it!"
In another corner of the city within a dream, after confirming the name of this city, six White Special Forces Soldiers also revealed faint smiles at the corners of their mouths, as if victory was already assured.
Among those watching the dream broadcast, some smiled as well, but many others furrowed their brows silently because it was clear that this city heavily favored one team.
Simply because this city—or rather this country—served as the stage, this team was already in an unbeatable position!
The name of this city was Chicago.
The name of this country was the United States of America.
Li Xue saw this dream setting and slowly walked over to Chen Rui. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, "Isn't this too advantageous for the American forces and our own forces?"
Chen Rui gestured to Xiong Kai, who understood and muted the live broadcast while increasing the volume of the dream transmission.
Chen Rui smiled and said, "As for our team, we have indeed just gone through a trial at the same location, so our familiarity with this city is likely the highest among all teams. But don't forget one thing: that trial was only known to the six members of A Group and Fan Yu; the others are unaware."
Li Xue grew anxious, thinking Chen Rui didn't understand her point. She hurriedly replied, "I'm not saying we have an advantage or anything like that. Even they would think that the U.S. has gained the most benefit. The key issue is that this would create an imbalance in the dream world, right? Other countries wouldn't agree to this!"
Chen Rui chuckled, ruffled Li Xue's hair, and lightly flicked her forehead. "You're silly! Didn't I mention it before? The Dream World is essentially a reflection of the real world. Whatever exists in the real world will also exist in the Dream World!"
"What do you mean?" Li Xue began to grasp Chen Rui's meaning.
"In that Dream World, the U.S. will also have an identical unit!" Chen Rui smiled.
In the Dream World, all units are 'undocumented' since they lack usable identities. However, the U.S. is different; they can directly reveal their identities through local governments and police, using national power to hunt down other teams.
But this is just a hypothesis. Chen Rui had previously clarified that the Dream World is a reflection of reality, meaning there would be a corresponding U.S. Special Forces unit present.
Thus, if the U.S. Special Forces were to reveal their identities and attempt to use national power to encircle other teams, they would have to be recognized by the United States Government.
Now, if the United States Government suddenly encountered six individuals who looked exactly like active-duty Special Forces members—identical fingerprints, iris recognition, appearance, and even DNA—would they still be able to walk freely on the streets of America?
In other words, upon careful consideration, it becomes clear: if the U.S. Special Forces did this, it would be nothing short of suicidal behavior. It would only increase the survival difficulty for other special forces without any real benefit.
"So essentially," Chen Rui said with a faint smile, "the only ones truly in a position of advantage are us."
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