Sanren kept his eyes closed, unable to face it all, until he heard the sounds of two old men grappling.
It turned out that at the critical moment, Price timely arrived and knocked Sheffield away, causing the bullet to miss its target, and Soap survived.
Price kicked the revolver away and punched Sheffield, sending him to the ground.
Sanren immediately struggled to crawl towards the nearby revolver. If he could get the gun, Sheffield would surely die!
However, they had underestimated Sheffield's combat prowess.
Perhaps it was due to the immense physical exertion from the previous battle, but even the mighty God of War, Price, couldn't gain an advantage over a well-rested Sheffield.
After blasting Price away, Sheffield slowly walked towards Sanren, who was still reaching out, trying his best to grab the revolver.
*Smack!*
Sheffield kicked the revolver away and then delivered a fierce kick to Sanren's face!
One kick and black screen!
Presumably, Soap was dazed by the kick.
Twists and turns!
Giving hope only to shatter it, the players' emotions were repeatedly toyed with.
Facing an unknown outcome, no one knew where it would ultimately lead.
Especially with games from the cunning old fox Lu Li, nothing was impossible.
When his vision returned, Sheffield was still locked in close combat with Price, though it was more like a one-sided beating.
Price's signature beret was knocked off. Without his hat, Price instantly looked more than ten years older, appearing as a balding middle-aged man, completely unfitting of the God of War persona.
Perhaps because his main body was struck, Price became enraged and unleashed a flurry of powerful punches.
Alas, his stamina was ultimately his downfall.
Sheffield, with his superior physique, turned the tables. He fiercely kicked Price in the stomach, causing Price to curl up in pain.
He too was at his limit, completely exhausted.
He was being pummelled by Sheffield while pinned underneath him.
He couldn't just sit and wait for death anymore!
Get up, get up, Soap!
Hurry and help Price!!
It would be fine even if all three of them died together!
Sanren was desperate!
He prayed incessantly, and the live chat viewers couldn't bear to watch, as Price was being beaten terribly.
In despair.
A prompt appeared for the dagger stuck in his chest—[Pull]
OHHHHH!!!!
Sanren was so excited his tears were about to fall.
At this very moment,
This verb felt a million times more satisfying than its antonym!!!
FFFFFF!!!
He was mashing the 'F' key so hard it was about to break!
*Gasping... Ah!!*
Soap forcefully pulled the dagger from his chest, letting out a pained cry that could be felt through the screen.
With a muffled *thud*, the dagger was extracted.
He let go, grasped the hilt, rotated it 180 degrees, found the perfect angle, and aimed for Sheffield's head. It was a seamless, fluid motion, as if rehearsed countless times in his mind.
The moment the crosshair aligned with Sheffield's head, the dagger flew.
"You bastard, take this!"
*Thwack!*
The dagger accurately struck Sheffield's left eye, piercing straight through to the back of his skull, killing Sheffield instantly.
Awesome!!!
So damn awesome!!
"Satisfying, so satisfying!!"
"Revenge is mine! Justice is served! A feast for the eyes!"
"Give me back my Ghost, give me back my Roach, woo woo woo—"
"Soap's knife spin, I'll remember it forever!"
"The detail on the knife spin is incredible, its fluidity makes it obvious that it's an action honed through muscle memory."
......
The viewers, immersed in the revenge through Soap's perspective, erupted as the dagger flew. The livestream was in an uproar, with countless gifts flooding the screen.
"Thank you, thank you everyone for the gifts. Everyone worked hard today."
Sanren enthusiastically thanked the viewers for their gifts as the game neared its end.
"Ah, for some reason, I feel a sense of emptiness."
Sanren sighed sadly and said faintly, "Let me simply summarize. I had prepared a long speech for the safe house level, but then—"
"Alas!"
With that, Sanren sighed heavily again and said, "Ghost is the NPC who has left the deepest impression on me among all the games I've played. His death was far beyond my expectations."
"I don't know how to evaluate these last two missions. Perhaps without Ghost's death, this game would have become a masterpiece of domestic 3A development, but with these subsequent plot points, I don't know if it should be hailed as a godsend or be met with controversy."
"Because this work has created so many memorable NPCs, leaving behind many classic moments, with profound themes and a grand scope, from my perspective, it is undeniably a masterpiece."
"But..."
Pausing, Sanren said with a slight choke, "But, Ghost will always be a regret in my heart. How good it would be if he were still alive. Fate truly loves to play tricks on him; after enduring so much suffering, he still met such an end."
"But I know that Sheffield is just that kind of person, and this is consistent with his character. After all, from the beginning, it was established that he was a politician, a military strategist, and an ambitious man who firmly believed that the victors write history."
"He never cared about the lives of his subordinates, only about the gains and losses. He is an unforgivable national sinner, and his death was well-deserved, it's just a shame about Ghost."
"Of course!"
Sanren smiled slightly, a proud expression on his face, and praised, "Besides the regrets, we should feel even more proud and honored, because our Dragon Country finally has its own domestic 3A masterpiece!"
"Now we can proudly say that the quality of our domestic games is no worse than any other country! Domestic games have hope!"
"I am very grateful to the cunning old fox Lu Li. Truly, his two games have given me an opportunity, allowing me to gather here with all of you, to stick to my ideals, love what I love, and be able to live."
"Thank you Lu Li, thank you all."
"See you in the next game!"
The audience deeply resonated with Sanren's sincere speech and shared their feelings.
'Thank you, streamer, for bringing us a tense and exciting gaming journey, allowing us to virtually complete the game amidst our busy lives.'
'From today, I will become a Lu fan, a domestic game fan! Anyone who dares to say domestic games are garbage in front of me, I will immediately throw Call of Duty in their face and make them cry for their mommy like they've never cried before!!'
'Ooh yeah! I finally waited for this day. If *Undertale* opened up global players' perspectives on domestic games, then *Call of Duty* showcased the charm and depth of domestic games to the world!!'
'My education is not high, I just want to say one thing, domestic games—awesome!!'
.......
The audience's emotions were completely ignited, and they furiously typed comments to express their excitement.
How could a great nation always be suppressed in the field of gaming?
This is the true standard of domestic games!
As long as there are a few more game development teams like the cunning old fox Lu Li, why worry about not establishing a foothold in the international gaming circle?
A few more... no, give Lu Li a few more years, and wouldn't the international gaming circle be contacting Dragon Country language en masse?
This is so damn... thinking about it gets me pumped!!
After chatting, Sanren watched the end credits and behind-the-scenes footage with everyone, then closed the stream.
Closing the stream didn't quell the restless hearts of netizens.
As more and more people completed the game.
The reputation of *Call of Duty* continued to skyrocket.
The "torment" style of gameplay seemed to be like a huge wave, with a trend of initiating a stylistic revolution in the global gaming circle.
Major game manufacturers were completely unable to sit still!!
......