"Price! Run!" Soap's panicked voice echoed through the entire livestream, as the red light was the signal of a detonating bomb!
They had fallen into a trap!
The red light flashed faster and faster on the camera, and Liu Peiqie's heart began to race.
BOOM—!!
In less than a second, the entire hotel began to shake. The massive explosion, like an earthquake, rippled for kilometers around.
The earth-shattering blast resounded across the sky, awakening the entire city.
At this moment,
Kamalov's earpiece received a cold voice: "Yuri, my friend, you shouldn't have come here."
???!!
This sentence was undoubtedly another bomb exploding in everyone's minds!
'Holy crap! Twist after twist, an ultimate reversal??? '
'The mole was me all along?'
'I knew something was wrong, how can Kamalov be speaking if he's turned to ashes?'
'The one who was occupying Kamalov's channel just now should have been Makarov. This explains why Kamalov's ID was red.'
'I'm so confused, it's all so messy!'
'The one who said sorry should be Kamalov, and after the explosion it was Makarov.'
'Except for the first apology, the rest should be Makarov speaking because Kamalov was captured.'
'I knew something would happen since Kamalov didn't reply on the channel back then. Captain Qian was too hasty, but what's the relationship between Yuri and Makarov?'
...
The audience chattered endlessly, and Liu Peiqie's eyes filtered through the information, his brain working at lightning speed to piece together the cause and effect.
Kamalov was captured, the plan was exposed.
Yuri not only had a grudge against Makarov, but they were also very familiar with each other?
So, who was the mole?
Yuri?
Kamalov?
No, no, there was another possibility—an inside agent planted by Kamalov within Makarov's ranks.
Yuri's previous behavior, coupled with his role as a player character, meant he couldn't possibly be the mole.
Kamalov? Also impossible, he had already turned to ashes. Would the real mole be treated like that?
Then there was only one answer—the mole was an informant arranged by Kamalov!
However, when he turned around, he only saw Soap's grim face.
"What the hell is he talking about?"
Soap coldly questioned Yuri, his gaze suddenly sweeping towards a red light in the corner. He suddenly realized something, his face changed drastically, and he pushed Yuri out of the room without hesitation:
"Run! Now!"
The bewildered Liu Peiqie was pushed out of the room by Soap before he could even react, falling in freefall.
Almost at the same time, a blast, no weaker than the previous one, erupted from the room. The explosion's flames instantly engulfed the entire room and erupted violently from the window.
As for Soap...
Because he had pushed Yuri first, he was caught in the blast wave while covering their escape. His fall, initially slightly behind Yuri, instantly put him three body lengths behind and sent him hurtling towards the ground seven or eight meters below.
To be honest, Liu Peiqie felt nothing upon seeing this scene.
After all, these old guys were all blessed with invincible auras. A fall from such a height was merely routine for special forces members who could fly and escape.
However, he overlooked one thing—Soap's old injury from dealing with Shepherd had never been effectively treated. The continuous travel day and night would be too much for even an iron man to bear.
Thud—!
Thud~~
Two dull thuds of impact echoed sequentially. Even the robust Yuri was disoriented from the fall from such a height, and Liu Peiqie's vision was somewhat blurred.
Soap, on the other hand, was pinned motionless beneath a pile of building debris. Yuri tried to reach out to help, but his own body wouldn't allow it; he couldn't move an inch.
"Soap!"
With his vision flickering, Price rushed over, exchanging fire with the pursuers behind him. With a free hand, he desperately moved the heavy objects crushing Soap.
"Look at me! You'll be alright!"
In his memory, Price rarely looked this flustered, and it was always when an invincible teammate beside him sacrificed themselves.
Sad background music began to play, and Liu Peiqie started to sense that something was wrong.
"No..."
He stared blankly at everything unfolding before him, his lips trembling. He wanted to explain something but was choked by an unexplainable emotion, unable to utter a word for a long time.
Just then, Yuri regained some strength, supporting himself on his pained body, he shakily stood up.
"Yuri!"
Price immediately went to Yuri to check his injuries. After confirming he was not seriously hurt, he took the lead, clearing the path ahead, "Carry him! We need to move immediately!"
Pew pew pew~~~!!
Countless bullets whizzed past. Through Yuri's first-person perspective, Liu Peiqie also clearly saw Soap's injuries.
At this moment, he froze.
Lying on the cold ground, Soap's clothes were soaked in blood. The stones, planks, and steps on the ground were stained with large patches of bright red blood.
Moreover, a continuous stream of blood was still pouring from Soap's chest, quickly forming a small pool.
"Soap!"
Shock, confusion, bewilderment, grief, anger...
In an instant, countless emotions surged through him, his expression shifting repeatedly.
"Soap!!"
If Liu Peiqie's departure from Gates Griggs had a slight, perhaps exaggerated, performative element, then this time, it was a display of genuine emotion, completely unreserved.
"Nooo!!"
Liu Peiqie was overwhelmed with grief, sorrow like a tidal wave crashing over him, instantly breaking his psychological defenses. Tears welled up in his eyes.
Such a disheveled breakdown was extremely rare in Liu Peiqie's entire streaming career.
Because at this moment, he realized that Soap, who had accompanied him through the entire "Call of Duty" series, might truly be leaving, but he had never been prepared for his disappearance.
"There must be a way to save him!"
"There must be!!"
"I have to save him!!"
Swallowing his surging tears, Liu Peiqie composed himself, gritted his teeth, and hoisted Soap onto his back.
"Yuri... Makarov... he said..."
Soap was on the verge of death. Seeing Yuri, he weakly questioned, his listless eyes filled with confusion. The players and countless viewers also shared this confusion.
But it didn't matter anymore. As long as he could save Soap, anything else could wait!
At this moment, even the viewers had forgotten their usual banter and curses. They sat tensely before their screens, silently watching Liu Peiqie slowly help Soap, with Price clearing the way, escape to a safe haven.
'Lingjing, I beg you to be kind!'
'Designer, please don't do this, Soap is my favorite NPC!'
'Old thief, give me back my Soap!'
'For some reason, the moment I saw the blood everywhere, I completely lost it, because I knew he was leaving.'
'His old injury from Shepherd's stab hadn't even fully healed, and this fall reopened the wound.'
'Here, Soap pushed Yuri out in advance and took the brunt of the explosion.'
'Although it's hard to accept, it's undeniable that Soap is going to be written off. The foreshadowing in the game is never for nothing.'
'Poor Task Force 141. With Soap gone, only Price and Yuri are left. Alas, how painful it must be for Captain Price.'
'Even though Price lived the longest, he was always alone. Forever gaining and quickly losing, it feels so sad. Price is forty, and after fifty, when injuries prevent him from going to the battlefield, all that will be left for him are memories of his fallen comrades.'
'Damn it! You got me!'
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