"Let's linger a bit..."
"Who asked your Brother Eggplant to be so understanding... so understanding."
Liu Peiqie brushed his non-existent bangs in the air, shaking his head like a storyteller, and began to narrate: "Picking up where we left off... Soap and Price dealt with Sheffield, but Soap was also seriously injured..."
"So, Nikolai brought the two to a safe house in White Elephant Kingdom. In his daze, Soap was carried onto a stretcher..."
"Meanwhile, /
"Through our players' divine operations, we successfully apprehended Volk, but the enemy wasn't going to let Volk go easily. T-90s and Hind helicopters bombarded us, and bullets were flying like they were free!"
"Predictably, we were blown up by a T-90, but we weren't to be trifled with either. With AC-130 support, we engaged the enemy in a fierce firefight under the Eiffel Tower, and as expected, this Parisian landmark collapsed again."
"I even feel sorry for the Eiffel Tower. Can't you film and game creators stop persecuting me? I collapse twice a year on average; am I getting in your way of shooting planes?"
"Hee hee hee hee hee hee~~~"
After speaking, Liu Peiqie himself chuckled. The little tower was almost an RPG trope; whenever this famous landmark was shown, people instinctively felt it might collapse.
"Finally, the team successfully boarded the evacuation helicopter and left Paris. From Volk, they learned of Makarov's next move—in six hours, he would be meeting with his cabinet members at a hotel in Prague, the Czech capital. Upon receiving the news, Price and the others prepared to head to Prague, which was already under the control of the E Army."
"Along the way, they met an old friend, Kamarov, not Makarov, mind you. A single letter difference, a world apart. Then they began to split up: Price and Kamarov teamed up, Soap and Yuri teamed up—a scene that felt all too familiar..."
"Don't look at me, I don't know what happened next. I only played up to this point yesterday."
At this, Liu Peiqie spread his hands. "To know what happens next, you'll have to wait for the next installment!"
*Thump!*
He struck a wooden block, and surprisingly, it had quite the theatrical flair.
"My apologies, my apologies." Liu Peiqie, realizing he hadn't started the game yet, chuckled sheepishly and made a 'please' gesture, saying charmingly:
"Let's start the game now and experience the latest storyline together. Ladies and gentlemen, please come in~~"
......
(The plot of Modern Warfare 8 concludes. After dealing with Soap tomorrow, I can start writing Au~~)
(How many people stayed out all night on Valentine's Day yesterday?)