Chapter 6

In a narrow and dimly lit corridor, Yang Hui quickly cleared out several enemies. Just as he was letting his guard down, a drug dealer suddenly darted out and kicked him in the stomach, holding a dagger in his hand.

"Bang."

A gunshot came from behind. The drug dealer's dagger was already raised, but it had only been thrust halfway down when his head was blown apart.

Yang Hui turned around and saw Anyang lowering his assault rifle, with a yellow sniper rifle on his back: "Phew... It's you, Anyang, you gave me a scare."

Anyang smiled at him and said, "Fortunately, I arrived in time, or you would have at least lost a leg."

"Number 7, Number 7, are you okay? That's great. Number 6 is here too. You saved Number 7 just now, thank God, you came just in time."

Lieutenant Joseph of the Red Beret Lightning Assault Team ran over, facing Yang Hui and Anyang.

Anyang smiled mysteriously, this was no coincidence, and it had nothing to do with God.

"By the way, Anyang, where were you just now? Xiao Long and I didn't see you, and we were worried for a long time."

"I found a sniper on the upper floor, so I went up and took him out. I also seized his sniper rifle. I thought that with a sniper rifle, I could contribute more from a place where you couldn't see me."

It was only then that Yang Hui noticed the sniper rifle on Anyang's back, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes: "That sniper was you?"

Joseph finally realized what was going on and said, "No wonder the drug dealers were being mysteriously killed. It turns out it was you, Number 6, well done!"

Anyang smiled but said nothing. His goal was the final Warrior Medal.

Joseph glanced at the M200 on his back and asked curiously, "Number 6, what model is the rifle on your back? I've never seen it before. It looks a bit like the M96, but it's not."

Anyang's expression turned serious. It was 1999, and this rifle hadn't been designed yet. However, the M200 was indeed based on the M96 assault rifle. It seemed he couldn't hide it from these special forces.

"I don't know either. I picked it up from a drug dealer. It works well, with high accuracy."

"Oh, I see. Are you a sniper? I don't really like using sniper rifles; assault rifles are more fun!"

"I have been trained as a sniper."

"Ha ha, during the Gulf War, I was most afraid of snipers."

...

The live mission was successfully completed. With Anyang's involvement, even the small drug lord in charge of the drug trafficking couldn't escape, but it was all in vain. The big boss would soon realize it was the work of the Hunter School, and the retaliation would still come.

It was precisely because of his outstanding performance in this mission that Anyang received praise from Instructor Crocodile again.

By this point, the plot had changed significantly. The protagonist, Yang Hui, didn't get injured in the leg, so he lost many opportunities to be alone with the medic, Lina, and naturally, there was no "injured but insisting on training" scenario.

Two months of training later, the party proceeded smoothly.

On October 1, 1999, it was both the birthday of the medic, Lina, and the 50th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the National Day.

All the special forces only learned now that Lina was the daughter of the Hunter School's principal, General Ross, except for Anyang, who was already familiar with the plot of the movie.

General Ross prepared a cake for Lina and an additional gift for Anyang, Yang Hui, and Hu Xiaolong—the video of the 1999 National Day Parade.

This was Anyang's second time watching the 1999 National Day Parade, but this time it was different. A certain emotion quietly swelled in his heart, and he felt a strong sense of honor.

He wasn't a soldier, but he was a Chinese.

While the entire nation was watching the spectacular National Day Parade on TV, experiencing the prosperity and strength of the country, few people could imagine that in South America, thousands of miles away, two special forces were undergoing a life-and-death test.

...

The next mission began, and this time it was even more dramatic.

Instructor Crocodile disguised himself as a terrorist, designed to capture all the special forces and torture them, trying to find out who their superiors were, testing the willpower of the special forces from different countries.

With Anyang replacing the original Lieutenant Michael of the Leopard Paratrooper Wild Crossing Assault Team, the scene where Number 6 was attacked by a swamp crocodile and dropped the distress beacon, and the opportunity for the drug dealers to kidnap the medic Lina, and the scene where the drug dealers used the Hunter School's helicopter to almost wipe out the unprepared special forces, all these coincidences were avoided.

Without these coincidences, the drug dealers were just a mob, unable to match the special forces from different countries.

After the previous sniper incident, Instructor Crocodile simply assigned a sniper rifle to Anyang, making him the sniper responsible for long-range elimination of the terrorists.

Notably, Anyang was surprised to find that although he hadn't deliberately shown off in front of Lina, her gaze towards him became increasingly different, and she sometimes even came over to comfort him.

The mission went very well and was very challenging. Three months later, the remaining students graduated successfully.

When everyone was standing in a row, wearing neat officer uniforms with shoulder badges and medals recording their past honors, General Ross spoke from above.

"Children, you have become qualified students of the Hunter School. You will strive to maintain human peace and happiness. I proudly announce that your national flags will remain at the school, continuing to fly."

"According to tradition, the school will award the Warrior Medal to the most outstanding student. The recipient of this honor is the Chinese soldier, Anyang."

Applause broke out around, and Yang Hui and Hu Xiaolong looked at him with joy, their eyes conveying sincere blessings.

Anyang gave Wang Hui an apologetic look, saluted crisply, and accepted the medal from Instructor Crocodile.

Sorry, Wang Hui, I took the medal that originally belonged to you.

Actually, his performance was not as good as Wang Hui's in the original plot, far from it. But because of his involvement, Wang Hui never had the chance to show his abilities and bravery.

A woman in an officer's uniform walked over, looking impressive and holding a bouquet of flowers. She was the medic of the Hunter School, Lina.

Handing the flowers to Anyang, Lina hesitated for a moment and said, "Hey, Anyang, I really like you. You are very handsome. Can I kiss you?"

Anyang was taken aback but quickly nodded, "Of course."

Then, a fiery kiss landed on his cheek, touching and then parting.

Applause broke out around. Dozens of students, now only a few, each had a sincere smile on their face.

The phone in his pocket vibrated.

...

In the evening, the Hunter School arranged single rooms for the remaining few students, finally allowing them to stay in a room without the odor of the dormitory, but only for one night. Everyone would leave the next day.

Anyang lay on the bed, took out his phone, and glanced at it. Various data appeared on the screen.

Selected: Anyang

Physical Attributes:

Health: 2.2

Strength: 2.1

Speed: 2

Intelligence: 1

Unassigned Attribute Points: 1

Mastered Skills:

Martial Arts Proficiency (Intermediate)

Firearms Proficiency (Intermediate)

English Proficiency (Basic)

Instrument Proficiency (Basic)

Military Proficiency (Basic)

Unassigned Skill Points: 1

Item Abilities:

Portable Space (1 cubic meter)

Unassigned Item Ability: 1

"Three months of training, and only my health increased by 0.2, and my strength by 0.1?"

Anyang was puzzled but understood. It was probably because his strength was already very high, and such training didn't significantly increase his strength, but rather tested his endurance and physical strength.

"System, draw an item ability."

"Drawing... Drawn. The selected has obtained the item ability—Skill Theft. You can randomly steal a skill from a character in the mission world. The world, character, and skill are all specified by the selected."

Anyang's eyes lit up. If the next world was a fantasy world, couldn't he steal the great powers of the gods?

However... Using such powers once might drain him.

Unfortunately, there were no great figures in this world, or he could have stolen someone's abilities. For now, he could only accumulate and use them later.

Looking at his phone again, the item ability had changed to—

Item Ability:

Portable Space (1 cubic meter)

Skill Theft (Unassigned)

A slight sound of footsteps came from outside, and the door was suddenly pushed open. Two pairs of polished black tactical boots stepped in, and Yang Hui and Hu Xiaolong almost simultaneously entered his room.

"Anyang, why are you hiding here instead of joining the party outside?"

"Yeah, you're the main character."

"Ha ha, I'm a bit reluctant to leave."

Anyang said with a smile.

Yang Hui's expression stiffened, and even the usually more outgoing Hu Xiaolong fell silent. This sentence seemed to touch their hearts.

After a brief conversation, Yang Hui and Hu Xiaolong left. The party was a foreigner's thing, and they weren't used to it.

Anyang pursed his lips. He was leaving tomorrow, and he really felt a bit reluctant.

Pain leaves the deepest impression, and the discipline of iron and fire instills a strong sense of belonging. Although it was only three months, this memory was undoubtedly very profound.

Sighing, Anyang looked down at his phone and asked a question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"System, why are you a phone?"

"Because the selected needed a phone, so I appeared in front of you."

"What if I had bought a computer?"

"Then I would be a computer."

"Can you turn into a computer for me to see?"

He was just joking, but the system took it seriously.

A beam of light flashed, and the phone in his hand suddenly turned into a silver laptop, exquisitely crafted, with a faint metallic luster. The screen was completely transparent, like a glass plate, exuding a strong sense of technology.

Anyang suddenly understood. This time-traveling phone wasn't a phone; it just appeared in his life in the form of a phone. If needed, it could turn into anything.

"Actually, what I need most is a girlfriend. Why don't you turn into a beautiful woman?"

"..."

"What if I had bought an inflatable doll?"

"..."

A glow flashed on the laptop, and it turned back into the black glass phone, the screen now dim.

Anyang, feeling bored, continued:

"You turned into a phone, but it's so advanced that I don't even know how to use it, and I'm afraid to take it out, in case someone recognizes it. What's the point of that?"

"This is the most aesthetically pleasing design for the current Earthlings, based on various data I collected from the internet."

Anyang sneered, unconvinced.

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