Long.
Everyone in the livestream room, including Dai Xiaomei, fell into a long silence.
Each of them had either learned about the power of nuclear weapons more than once or seen videos of nuclear explosions in films and television.
But to be able to represent a nuclear explosion so realistically, explosively, and incisively through a game was a first!
It was so fierce, so swift, and so cold-blooded.
In an instant, a town's residents, including thirty thousand soldiers, were vaporized.
At this moment, they realized that war was never child's play, but death, a devil, a killing machine that devoured countless lives!
The gradually darkening black screen gave the audience ample time to ponder.
Slowly, the audience members who had been staring blankly at the screen awoke.
Gradually, the bullet comments began to liven up.
‘◣◥◣◥◣◥wArning Warning: Detected nuclear fusion strike from the enemy.◣◥◣◥◣◥’
‘◣◥◣◥◣◥wArning Warning: Detected nuclear fusion strike from the enemy.◣◥◣◥◣◥’
‘Suffocating...’
‘Is this the power of a nuclear bomb?’
‘The scene of crawling out of the cockpit at the end, it was as if nothing was said, yet everything was said.’
‘Despair was portrayed to the extreme.’
‘That sense of powerlessness, watching your life drain away bit by bit... wow, people with strong empathy really can't handle this kind of scene.’
‘If the female pilot wasn’t saved, would it be...’
‘No country’s soldiers would not value their comrades.’
‘The US military has no clear evidence to prove that casualties in war are all counted as missing, without compensation.’
‘This explosion revealed the entire plot of Call of Duty. Amazing!’
‘The Navy SEALs Team 6 and NEST in the blast radius have already been vaporized...’
...
After the silence, the bullet comments erupted, drowning the entire livestream room like raindrops in an instant.
Such an epic and shocking scene completely conquered everyone's restless hearts. Until this level ended, Dai Xiaomei still sat blankly in front of the computer.
Her eyes were a little moist, but she couldn't figure out for whom these tears were shed.
Thirty thousand soldiers?
Civilians?
Or perhaps refugees who had lost their homes, homelands, or even family?
It was probably for all of them.
Quietly removing her headphones, Dai Xiaomei tidied her messy hair. After a moment of silence, she spoke.
“Guys, that's it for today.”
“This difficulty level is too strenuous, and I was genuinely shocked just now. I can't calm down yet, and I want to rest.”
“Tomorrow, I will provide high-quality livestream content with a better state.”
“That’s it, I’m logging off.”
...
As her tense emotions relaxed, she slumped into the chair, her voice soft and weak.
After speaking, the livestream room went dark, leaving the confused viewers.
‘Streamer, please rest!’
‘I’m numb, I was just getting into it!’
‘To be honest, the Veteran difficulty is indeed torturous. If I played any longer, I think Sister Dai would collapse.’
‘Guys, I haven't seen enough. Can you recommend other streamers who are playing?’
‘Liu Peijia is playing. He started later, and his progress is similar to Sister Zhou’s.’
...
It was still early, and the enthusiastic viewers quickly found a substitute – Liu Peijia.
As a rare workhorse who didn't take leave after being "cut" by Titanfall, he immediately jumped into Call of Duty: Causality after going live.
He had a peculiar passion for FPS shooting games, especially sniper rifles, to the point of obsession.
Liu Peijia was playing on medium difficulty this time, and his progress was much faster than Dai Xiaomei's.
“Yamete!”
“Did you take Viagra? Why has the livestream's popularity suddenly soared so fiercely?”
Liu Peijia, who had just found Al-Assad, the culprit behind detonating the nuclear bomb, suddenly noticed that his livestream comments were much more numerous than usual. He checked the popularity.
Whoa!
It was almost double his usual!
Had the administrators accepted his backroom deal and directed traffic to him?
As a result, when he asked in the bullet comments, he found out he had become Sister Zhou’s substitute and was happy for nothing.
However, Liu Peijia was still very enthusiastic about everyone's support: “I heard Sister Zhou logged off after reaching the nuclear explosion. I’m a little faster than her. The US military’s perspective storyline ends with the nuclear explosion. Later, it will all be from Price’s perspective.”
“They’ve found Al-Assad now, and Price is interrogating him.”
He said, pointing to the screen.
In the game, Price was practicing boxing on Al-Assad’s face to vent his anger.
With a wave of his hand, he erased the lives of over a hundred thousand people. Such a scumbag deserved to die ten thousand times, and it still wouldn’t be enough to vent his fury.
“Why did you do this? Where did you get the nuclear bomb!”
“Who?”
“Who!? Tell me his name!”
“His name! I want his name!”
To be honest, this was the first time Liu Peijia had seen such an emotionally unstable Price, as brutal as a wild beast.
With one sentence and one punch, Al-Assad was beaten beyond recognition in just a few moves.
Ding ding ding ding!!
A series of impatient phone rings interrupted Price’s continued punches. Al-Assad’s phone rang.
He stopped what he was doing, took the earphones handed to him by Gates, and placed them in his ear.
No one knew what was said on the other end of the phone, but Price didn’t even listen to the end before drawing the pistol from his waist and shooting Al-Assad in the head.
“Sir, who is that?”
This was asked by Gates, and it was also what Liu Peijia and the audience wanted to know.
“Zakhaev.”
Price looked into the distance, seemingly lost in memory, “Imran Zakhaev.”
The game screen very detailedly switched to Chernobyl fifteen years ago. Price’s narration-like voice sounded: “I was still a lieutenant back then… responsible for assassination jobs.”
“Chernobyl, a Christmas present for bad people. Many people still use it to obtain nuclear materials, many like this… including a man named Imran Zakhaev.”
The screen showed a one-armed bald man. Liu Peijia’s pupils contracted. Wasn’t this the bald man who shot the president at the beginning of the broadcast?
Is this Zakhaev?
“Of course, we can’t let that happen. Trading used fuel rods for cash? That’s a damn way to destroy the Earth.”
Price’s voice, which carried the traces of time, returned, pulling Liu Peijia into the game's plot. “This was the first authorized assassination order by the government since World War II… I was under Captain McMillan at the time…”
【15 Years Ago】
The scene flashed back to that morning fifteen years ago, when Price was still a lieutenant.
“Good brothers, I’m already boiling with excitement!”
“If nothing unexpected happens, the character I’ll be playing this time is likely Price.”
Liu Peijia rubbed his hands together, his face full of eagerness. “First time! Let’s do this!”
...