Xu Dan shook his head and said, "No. I already have plans for a new model. There are too many plans right now, and I can't fit them all in. I can only give everyone a surprise."
Although she complained inwardly, she still had to carry out the boss's orders.
Soon, a new announcement appeared in CrossFire's system notifications.
[System Announcement: Dear players, hello. This game will begin an online update in 30 seconds. To celebrate the special holiday of July 12th, this update introduces: PUBG Mode.]
!!!
!!!!
Players across the entire server nearly crushed their mice in excitement.
"Damn it, can you not let people sleep? You update when you don't update, and when you do, you update nonstop! You've been updating so much I haven't slept for two days—are you trying to make me drop dead suddenly? … Oh, PUBG mode? Then that's fine!"
"Kneeling! Can I just recharge some money for you and ask you not to update so diligently? I haven't even cleared Resident Evil mode yet, and you're opening a new one. Do you know how awkward this is for me?"
"Father Xu Dan above, I, Wang Jingyi, will die in this internet café today! Net admin, machine 76—another can of Red Bull! No, two cans!"
"Does anyone even care what holiday July 12th is?"
"It's probably Miss GM's menstrual cycle."
...
Kyoto, inside a high-end internet café.
"Minors aren't allowed in. Didn't you see the warning sign? Go on, go on!"The network administrator and the cashier both stared at the girl in front of them with irritation.
The girl was furious.
She was clearly eighteen this year, and she had clearly come to Kyoto to attend university!
Yet the internet café cashier disliked her this much!
Was it just because that pair of fake moons, padded with stuffing, was a little bigger?
What's so great about that?!
Even if this old lady is flat, she's rich!
All these scumbags who judge people by their 'moons' deserve to be shot ten thousand times!
She pulled out her ID card and slammed it onto the counter.
"Open a membership. Recharge 500."
The cashier picked up the ID suspiciously and examined it carefully, as if verifying its authenticity."Oh—so you are eighteen~."
While dragging out his tone, the cashier still cast a disdainful glance at the girl's completely flat chest.
Damn it—if PUBG hadn't just launched, I would've switched internet cafés a long time ago! the girl cursed inwardly.
At last, she turned on a machine in the non-smoking area.
She logged into her CrossFire account and tapped Mystic Gate to unlock PUBG.
The matchmaking speed was extremely fast. The number of players was confirmed almost instantly, and in less than a second, a group of over ninety players was matched.
The girl wore oversized headphones and held a large mouse in her small hand, looking quite cute.
However, her enemies would definitely not find her cute.
Because she was a king of torture.
Her controls were incredibly smooth, like someone who had played PUBG hundreds of times.
Moreover, her marksmanship was truly excellent.
In PUBG mode, good aim was king—and her luck was also outrageous. She landed and immediately picked up an M4.
At that moment, she knocked a player down but didn't finish him, instead squatting nearby and watching him bleed out.
"Wow, idiot socks, you Dogecoin player, absolutely shameless. I'm quitting—goodbye!"
"Finish him! You dare curse me?!"
The player would forever regret not hearing that last voice.
If he had known it was a girl, he would have instantly transformed from a trash-talker into an ultimate simp.
After all, in this kind of shooting game, encountering a female player was rare. As the saying goes, rarity breeds value—so long as her voice was even halfway decent, she would be a goddess.
The girl finished the player, then quietly moved and hid behind cover.
Through her headphones, she could hear approaching footsteps.
The game was incredibly realistic—the sound of rubber soles stepping on dry grass was almost identical to real life.
As for graphics, they were already at the level of Antarctica Corporation's foundation—there was nothing to criticize.
Even if the sun were to go out one day, players still wouldn't believe Antarctica's games could have poor quality.
If some keyboard warrior dared to deliberately smear Antarctica's graphics, he'd probably be a dead curry man.
"Left—coming, coming!" the girl muttered to herself. Suddenly, her nerves tightened."Damn it, there's someone on the right too! Coming fast! Judging by those heavy footsteps, the gear must be really good!"
She seemed completely immersed in this world—not like she was playing a game, but carrying out an agent mission.
Left and right—footsteps were clearly audible.
Even the sound of breathing while running could be heard distinctly.
The girl suddenly switched weapons, pulled out a grenade, and without hesitation threw it to the right.
Then she immediately turned around, the muzzle spewing flames as she swept the enemy on the left.
Tap—tap—tap!!
In a spray of blood mist, the enemy on the left was instantly knocked down.
The poor player hadn't even done anything yet—he was still admiring the scenery when a sudden burst of gunfire sent him straight to the afterlife.
Boom!!
Along with an explosion on the right, two kill notifications appeared in the upper-right corner of the screen.
[Stupid Socks killed Paratrooper One with M4.][Stupid Socks killed Sima Guang of Wuhe with a grenade.]
"Awesome!!"
Unfortunately, before the girl could celebrate, a gunshot rang out—a 98K.
From afar, her head was blown clean off.
The screen turned gray. She clenched her teeth, wishing she could swallow the computer whole.
It was her first game, and she had already killed three people—only to end like this!
It was infuriating.
On a distant hillside, a three-hundred-pound fat man pushed up his glasses and put away the 98K in his hands, leaving only a reversed arrow behind.
No one knew what that reversed arrow meant.
They only knew that in this game, player-controlled characters could do almost anything.
You could even stay inside a house, turn on the gas stove, and cook yourself a bowl of noodles—as long as you weren't afraid of dying.
Of course, you could also ride a motorcycle and roam the map freely.
Even a simple trampoline—if you had the skill—could feel like driving an F1 car.
Very quickly, PUBG mode became known as a "fairy server," also called PUBG: Ragnarok.
It wasn't because there were cheaters—Antarctica's games had never had hacks. That was common knowledge.
It was simply because there were far too many imaginative, brain-hole fairy players.
It was clearly a shooting game, yet some people managed to turn it into a bonfire party.
It was obviously a casual game, yet some played it like Need for Speed.
In short, the girl played another match.
This time, she cleverly chose team mode.
And among her teammates, there was a name that shocked her.
"Xu Dan?"
Stupid Socks stared at the name on the screen."Holy hell—someone actually dares to impersonate Father Xu Dan? I'll report you later!"
Produced by Antarctica, character names were synchronized with CF usernames and could be written in Chinese.
Thus, the player's nickname was simply two characters: Xu Dan, with no embellishment.
You had to know—Xu Dan's global fame now far surpassed that of playboy Tony Stark back in the day.
With that level of fame, who would dare occupy this name?
Even though there were countless people with the same name in Huaxia, names on an ID card were a mysterious thing.
"Where should we jump?" Stupid Socks asked.
Fourth slot: "A girl! There's a girl!"
Third slot: "Girl, you can jump wherever you want. My aim is great—I'm already a flower!"
Hearing those two voices, Stupid Socks felt an inexplicable wave of irritation, though she endured it.
She only wanted to wait for this Xu Dan in the first slot to speak.
Finally, the small speaker icon lit up.
First slot: "Free tickets, of course, are for sitting at the finish line—then getting off."
Stupid Socks: "You—"
Third slot: "First slot idiot, jumping at the end? You instigating trash!"
[Player in slot three has disconnected.]
...
New York.
Inside the Antarctica Building, Xu Dan took off his headphones, looked at the words "Great Luck, Great Profit—Winner Winner Chicken Dinner" on the screen, and slowly smiled.
It felt incredibly relaxing.
It wasn't that he was using cheats—after his body enhancement, his reaction speed in every aspect had simply become terrifying.
After finishing the match, he ignored the two friend requests and decisively closed the game.
If the earlier CrossFire had fulfilled players' wishes and set new records for online shooters, then the newly launched PUBG mode could be considered another explosive hit.
According to backend data, ninety percent of all CF players were currently flooding into the new mode.
But now, he had no energy left to play chicken.
With the establishment of Antarctica Military Industries, figures of power across the world already knew that its predecessor was Stark Industries.
In other words, Antarctica had enormous capital—and had bitten off a huge piece of Stark Industries' meat.
No matter what had happened in between, one fact was undeniable:
Antarctica Military Industries was extremely formidable.
The weapons produced by Stark Industries in the past—their power and lethality—were visible to all.
In that case, who wouldn't want to open a channel to Antarctica Military Industries?
With that channel came military superiority.
Although Antarctica Military Industries was established in New York, three high-ranking military officials had already died consecutively, and the true cause of their deaths remained unknown.
Even if suspicion was cast on Xu Dan, no evidence could be produced.
For now, no one wanted to die in vain.
Therefore, today's visitor was not a certain party—but others.
Xu Dan strolled into the conference room, glanced at the clock on the wall, and smiled faintly.
"Sorry to keep everyone waiting. I was playing a game and delayed things a little."
As he spoke, he walked toward the head of the conference table.
Seated around it were seven middle-aged men and two elegantly mature women.
Each represented a nation or a powerful faction, with an assistant standing respectfully behind them.
"Haha, Mr. Xu Dan is young and promising. Playing games is only natural," a European man said.
Xu Dan didn't even look at him.
Instead, his gaze fell on the black man seated second from the front—Nick Fury, the bald-headed one.
He was surprised to see him here.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was a secret organization unknown to most, and here, everyone looked at Nick Fury with strange expressions—his appearance alone made him look like a terrorist.
"Come on, man. So many national leaders are waiting for you, and you went to play that damn game?" Nick Fury complained.
As soon as he spoke, the room was shocked.
That familiar tone…
Could it be that Antarctica Corporation was already in contact with terrorists?
That was a serious red flag.
In response, Xu Dan merely smiled calmly.
"If you felt tired of waiting, you were free to leave. Antarctica Corporation would even arrange for someone to escort you back safely—free of charge."
"..."
"..."
No one dared to speak again.
They had paid a tremendous price just to enter this conference room.
Angry?
That would be grossly underestimating the tolerance of national leadership.
They had come today to discuss cooperation.
If negotiations failed and they returned empty-handed, they'd gain an inexplicable new 'crime' instead.
"Well then," Xu Dan continued, "since no one has objections, I'll be direct. All the weapons Stark Industries once had—I have them. And I have weapons even more advanced than those."
"Shh—!"
"So, Mr. Xu Dan," an elderly man with gray hair asked, "does this mean Antarctica Military Industries can now independently produce higher-specification weapons?"
Xu Dan replied calmly, "Of course. Otherwise, what would I establish Antarctica Military Industries for? Cleaning up someone else's mess?"
"No, no, that's not what I meant!"
The old man laughed awkwardly, while the others fell into deep thought.
If memory served, this Xu Dan had once been nothing more than the boss of a small game studio.
To leap from the gaming industry to such heights—his talent was unquestionable.
But gaming and military manufacturing were entirely unrelated fields.
Stark Industries had been immersed in the military sector for generations.
Their advanced weapons were the result of accumulated history and the innovation of countless professional geniuses.
Yet Antarctica Military Industries had been founded for only a few days—and Xu Dan already spoke with such confidence?
However, everyone knew Xu Dan was not the type to boast.
Which meant what he said was true.
And that realization was terrifying.
If even one of the nine people present gained Antarctica Military Industries' support, it would spell disaster for the other eight.
One by one, the politicians began calculating silently.
Today, even if they couldn't win Antarctica's favor, they absolutely could not allow others to obtain it.
Joint development was acceptable.
Breaking the balance was not.
Just as intrigue thickened around the table, Xu Dan, seated at the head, slowly stood up.
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