Breach and clear, kill!
Command center of the Shadow Company successfully destroyed!
Sheffield: "All units, this is Golden Eagle. Base is compromised. I'm initiating Directive 116b. If you're still in there, your sacrifice will be recognized. Golden Eagle out."
Then, a twenty-second countdown appeared on the command center's main screen.
Sheffield was once again planning to sacrifice the Shadow Company to keep them there.
Sanren grit his teeth in hatred. This kind of person didn't deserve to live!!
Sheffield: "Holy Sword, this is Golden Eagle. Requesting artillery strike. Target location R. Friendlies in the vicinity."
Shadow Company HQ: "Sir, the target is less than a hundred meters from you!"
"This is an order! Fire!"
"Roger! Executing artillery strike, watch out for friendlies!"
Boom boom boom—!!!
Sanren, who had just escaped, was greeted by a carpet of artillery shells!
Price chuckled: "When did Sheffield ever care about dangerous proximity..."
Official commentary is the deadliest.
'Damn it, I'm firing on friendlies!'
'Full circle, does the old thief like symmetry too?'
'Damn it, not a single enemy was hit, but a whole bunch of our own people died. That's Sheffield's old tradition.'
'Maybe... possibly, the enemy is the protagonist? With plot armor....'
......
Shadow Company HQ: "Sir, the sandstorm is getting worse. Using aircraft is too risky."
Sheffield: "Understood. Head for the tunnels! We'll use inflatable boats!"
"When Sheffield mentions inflatable boats, there must be a river nearby. Let's go!" Price said calmly.
"Charge!"
"The chance to kill Sheffield with my own hands is here!"
Sanren roared. The final battle was about to begin!
......
Sizzle sizzle!!
The familiar opening.
"Record this statement."
Price: "The victors write history."
"Therefore, history is full of lies."
"He lives, we die. His words are truth – our truth disappears."
"Then he becomes a hero, because rewriting history only requires a colossal lie and blood-soaked hands."
"Provided, we die and he lives on."
Any line in Call of Duty serves an important purpose.
This monologue not only fleshes out Price's character but also echoes the mention of e-country hero Zakhaev at the beginning.
Warmongers, butchers become national heroes.
Pathetic, laughable.
Now Sheffield is about to walk the same path.
The only ones who can stop him are them.
Sanren suddenly felt that besides revenge, he now had a greater sense of mission – to restore the truth of history.
No one should be kept in the dark.
It was Sheffield and Makarov who colluded to instigate the war between the two countries.
He had to be responsible for everything.
"Soap, get on the boat!"
Price flipped over and jumped into the inflatable boat.
Sanren followed closely. Sheffield's coordinates were just 50 meters ahead.
Vroom vroom vroom—
The water raptors roared madly!
Sanren, sitting in the boat, frantically pressed the fire button!
He felt like ants crawling all over him for every second he let Sheffield escape.
Accelerate!!
Accelerate!!!
In the mountain ravine, two inflatable boats sped along, one after the other.
Enemies popped out from every nook and cranny along the way to block them.
Occasionally, helicopters would strafe them to disrupt their pursuit.
A life-or-death chase.
The cinematic quality of the large-scale scene provided the audience with a spectacular visual experience.
However, at this moment, they had no time to appreciate the scenery.
Everyone, like Sanren, wished Sheffield would die quickly!
"Hurry, Soap, they're getting on the plane!"
Price raised his rifle, switched to grenade launcher mode, and aimed at the helicopter about to take off, shouting: "Stabilize the dinghy!"
"Hold steady!!"
Hearing this, Sanren immediately calmed down, stopped firing aimlessly, and focused on steering the boat.
Bang bang!!
Price, transformed into a sniper god, landed two precise grenade launcher shots on the helicopter's tail rotor.
The helicopter, its propellers destroyed, lost balance and plummeted downwards, spewing thick smoke!
Oye!!
The whole place erupted in cheers!
'Price, you are my god!'
'It feels like a godly drama!'
'The old man is still the old man!'
'Price, you saved this family. I was wrong about you before, you're the coolest!'
......
The inflatable boat reached the cliff edge. Price stood at the bow, waving frantically:
"Back up, back up!!"
Sanren tried his best to control the boat, but he couldn't stop the rapid current.
The inflatable boat tumbled over the waterfall uncontrollably.
"Jump off!"
Price shouted, diving like a leaping fish in a rather ungainly fashion.
Uglier than the fish-blasting team!
"Cough cough cough...."
A moment later, Soap coughed out a large amount of water violently, then, holding a dark gold bear-knife dagger in one hand, he walked towards the wreckage of the plane.
Yellow sand swirled everywhere, severely limiting visibility.
Rustle rustle!
A stumbling figure rushed out of the wreckage, bent over, and limped into the depths of the desert.
Sheffield!!
Where do you think you're going!!
Sanren's eyes instantly turned red. Controlling Soap, he followed closely.
Damn it,
Lame people always run the fastest!
Sanren silently vowed that from now on, he would kick the good leg of any lame person he met!
Visibility continued to decrease.
He could no longer see anything; all he saw was sand.
Pushing through the sandstorm.
Sanren saw Sheffield leaning against a wrecked car, resting.
He gripped his knife in reverse, slowly approached, and when within striking distance, aimed for Sheffield's neck and thrust down.
Yi ya!!
Sheffield grabbed Sanren's knife-wielding wrist with one hand.
Then he threw a punch, sending Sanren flying!
Old guys are all monsters!
Even in this state, Sheffield could counter-kill Sanren.
Sheffield pulled a dagger from his waist and thrust it down without hesitation—
Ah!
Soap let out a pained scream. Sanren felt incredibly wronged. Was it over just like this?
Was the warmonger really going to write history?
"Five years ago, Zakhaev killed thirty thousand Marines in the blink of an eye."
The red-named Sheffield's monologue rang out.
This mastermind behind everything was also a man with a story. He said angrily: "But the whole world just watched coldly."
At this moment, Soap wasn't dead yet. Sheffield took out the revolver that had killed Ghost and Roach, and calmly loaded it.
He intended to shoot Soap.
The old guy had a flair for the dramatic.
"After tomorrow, I will have the support of countless volunteers and patriots."
Clink!!
The bullet chambered, Sheffield leveled the black muzzle at Soap's forehead and said calmly: "I know you understand."
Sanren closed his eyes in pain.
He was extremely unwilling!
To fall at the last step when so close to success.
Just like the despair and powerlessness faced by Sans in Undertale.
Is this your scheme?
Old thief!!
For the first time, Sanren doubted the designer's professional competence.
If Sheffield wins now, he'll be nailed to the pillar of shame and can't get down.
Don't joke with us, designer.
A twist, where's the twist?
Bang!
The gunshot rang out, and Sanren's heart trembled violently. His breath froze for a moment.
He dared not open his eyes to face this.
But the comments section exploded with excitement!
'Oh oh oh, Captain Price, I love you to death!!'
'It still has to be the old man, the young ones are just not good enough!'
'Although I feel sorry for Sheffield losing thirty thousand soldiers without any attention or compensation, I still hope he dies, the faster the better!'
'What proof of thirty thousand soldiers, it's just a fig leaf for his political ambitions.'
'Don't you dare whitewash him, whoever does, I'll fight them!!'
'What did Roach and Ghost do wrong? What did Task Force 141 do wrong? Why should they be buried with your thirty thousand dead? They fought and died for you, only to end up like this, and you don't even offer a grateful or regretful glance, burning your brothers who believed in you with your own hands. Are you even human???'
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