"Makarov must die here today, I said it, and Jesus can't save him!"
"You're finished, kid!"
"He even dared to mention Soap, Price and I were both angry..."
"You've successfully angered me, I have to play a good game today!"
"For Allen, for Roach, for Ghost, for Soap, Makarov must die!"
"Price: You really shouldn't have provoked me."
"Isn't it better to be alive? Why bring this up?"
...
One sentence successfully ignited the rage of the entire audience, and now everyone wished they could tear Makarov apart with their bare hands. This was just from the audience's perspective.
Considering how violently Price reacted as Soap's life slowly faded, deliberately provoking him at this moment was akin to wishing for more time to live.
Of course, the most furious were the players immersed in the game. Upon hearing Makarov's words, Liu Peijia, usually quick-tempered, didn't show an overly exaggerated reaction.
Instead, he tightly pursed his lips, his emotions internalized, but the palpable killing intent in his eyes sent a chill even to the viewers behind the screen.
Anyone who has been in a fight knows that you absolutely should not provoke someone like this at such a time; the consequences would be far beyond their ability to bear.
Makarov: "I will slowly destroy your world. It's only a matter of time before I kill you."
Price calmly replied: "You don't need to think so far ahead."
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes
January 12th - 22:14:50
Captain Price
Task Force 141
Anyay Peninsula
The scene shifted, and a header appeared. Before Liu Peijia could examine it closely, the sound of furious gunfire erupted like firecrackers around his ears.
Crackling bullets instantly carved countless grooves into the solid walls before him.
Yuri, clad in super protective gear, crouched in a corner and looked at Price: "It seems they've discovered we're here."
Nikolai's voice came through the communication: "I've infiltrated their security channels. Makarov is in the front hall on the top floor."
Price said calmly: "We cannot let Makarov leave here alive."
With that, he, also wearing thick Warlord armor, somewhat clumsily inserted a magazine into...
After repeatedly failing to breach the checkpoint and being instantly eliminated, Liu Peijia realized this was not a place for reckless charges.
Therefore, he had to let Yuri take the lead and eliminate the entrenched enemy before making his own move. Blindly charging would only result in feeding kills.
On the short five-meter path, they battled for a full ten minutes. However, only a minute and a half had passed in game time, with two and a half minutes remaining, which was enough.
After this engagement, the resistance became significantly less.
However,
Just as they were about to reach Makarov, another helicopter suddenly appeared and began bombarding the two inside the building fiercely.
RUMBLE!!
The floor beneath them was ripped open, sending countless debris flying and rubble scattering.
The floor where Price was located collapsed, and he began to slide down. Yuri was also blown away by the shockwave, tumbling several times before Price's eyes.
At the critical moment, Liu Peijia grabbed a steel cable to avoid falling.
"Phew~ That was close."
He let out a long breath, then adjusted his view to search for Yuri. He saw Yuri lying still on the ground, a steel bar about three fingers thick piercing his body, protruding more than ten centimeters from his abdomen!
Blood stained the ground, just like Soap's that day.
"Yuri!!" Liu Peijia shouted, his heart filled with immense shock.
Another teammate had fallen!
The background music, which had been uplifting and passionate, turned sorrowful.
"Yuri..." This was Price's voice, his tone complex.
Yuri tried to struggle but couldn't remove the steel bar from his body. He looked at Price: "Don't worry about me! Don't let him escape!"
...