Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 379: You See a Frame and Don’t Shoot?

"Phew—thank God!"

"Let's move!!!"

In that split second just now, pew felt like his heart and lungs had stopped.

No doubt about it—

That shove just now had been Captain MacMillan’s "Hand of God"!

If his panic had caused the death of this comrade who had been with him the whole way and cooperated so well, pew would have sunk into deep guilt for the rest of the ga.

Thankfully,

The captain only seed unable to move—he wasn’t fatally wounded.

Clap!

Their hands t; pew hoisted Captain MacMillan onto his back, then steadied the MP5 in his hands.

"Let’s go, Captain!"

"Thanks, buddy. I owe you one," Captain MacMillan patted pew’s shoulder. "If we run into enemies, you can put down. I’m clumsy, but I can still cover you."

However!

No sooner had he said that—

As pew rounded the corner carrying the captain, they ran straight into the enemy!

"Put down! There are more of them coming!"

Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat! Ratatat!

A fierce firefight erupted instantly!

Back-to-back, pew with the submachine gun and Captain MacMillan with the sniper rifle, the enemies who kept coming fell under their fire one after another.

The livestream chat erupted—

"OHHHHHH—so cool!!!"

"It has that Black Hawk Down vibe! So aweso! This is Golden Wind's best cinematic ga! Even better than Escape from Hell!"

Gave chills! Back-to-back defense breaking through! My god! This is so badass!"

An unprecedented experience—no wonder Sam bragged about it earlier! It gets your blood pumping!

"Captain MacMillan is like a turret! A sniper turret!"

pew: molten core! (Sorry wrong stage!)"

Torbjörn Price and Turret-MacMillan ()"

Goddamn Torbjörn and the turret, hahahahaha...

So iconic, lol...

LOOOOOOOL...

They killed and pushed forward all the way!

Right now, there were fifteen minutes left until the extraction support arrived.

After repelling two waves, they crossed a wide road and entered a large building.

It was clearly an apartnt block that had been abandoned for a long ti.

They had to go through this building to see the Ferris wheel extraction point.

Bang!

The apartnt was pitch black except for improvised oil drum fire barrels, faintly glowing orange-red.

pew moved quietly, stepping softly forward.

Shh—shh—

Footsteps sounded unusually clear in the dead-silent building.

Passing a fire barrel, the dim light stretched their shadows, wavering.

The sll of burning gasoline was sharp in the cold air; pew instinctively tilted his head and rubbed his nose.

But that head tilt—

At the doorway of the room beside him, another faintly wavering silhouette slid into view...

A brief silence!

Rat-a-tat-tat—!!!

pew raised his gun and sprayed the flimsy wall of the apartnt!

Bullets punched through the paneling like nails from a nail gun, rattling holes in a row!

Imdiately soone in the next room groaned!

Thud!

...

"he—tui!!!"

"DNM, old six!"

Qiezi cursed and darted into the small room.

Sure enough, an enemy corpse lay on the floor.

The chat exploded with laughter—

"DNM not acting anymore? Just go straight in?"

"You see a fra and don’t shoot?"

"Turned off? Boring."

"Just going for headshots? You’re grosser than those stun-first headshot bastards!"

"Little peek isn’t real peek"

Maoming grinding stone of murder-sense

Qie ge’s little peek was kind of cool...

"Hey hey,"

Seeing the viewers’ reactions, Qiezi grinned and laughed.

"Watch and learn, all of you—study carefully..."

He said as he picked up the enemy’s AK from the ground.

Rat-a-tat!

Two quick bursts again!

A silhouette moving in the corridor dropped instantly!

Now Qiezi’s grin was as wide as ever.

"Hey—what? Who’s brave enough to ss with ? Co on! Co on then!"

The chat went crazier!

"Did he really turn it on?"

"Not turned off"

Not turning it off—so ssed up, hahahaha...

"I went to the market to buy eggplant; at checkout I asked the seller where my eggplants were, he said: put them in the bag"

"Hahaha this joke always makes laugh..."

Still gotta be an AK"

First breakthrough of the flipping garden, Grandpa Niu owns this one

" hotown の"

However!

While everyone was still teasing,

Suddenly!

[Woof!]

A dog bark rang out.

Qiezi was still grinning wide—

In the blink of an eye!

Everything went black in front of him!

Whoosh!

A fierce German shepherd bolted from the doorway like lightning and launched itself at him!

"Ah—!"

Qiezi let out a short, sharp scream!

Thud!

He was knocked to the ground!

The crazed hound opened its bloody jaws and bit toward his throat!

As bad luck would have it, footsteps and shouts ca from the corridor at the sa ti!

Just as the dog handler was about to finish him off, at that critical mont—

Snap!

Two sounds: Captain MacMillan’s gunshot and the crack of a dog’s neck breaking!

Plop—

Qiezi twisted the hound’s neck and killed it; simultaneously the captain, whom he had just put down, had precisely shot the enemy who ca running toward the noise.

They exchanged a look.

Breathing hard, Qiezi gave a thumbs-up.

"Not bad, Captain!"

Now ten minutes remained until the support arrived.

They looked up at the ruined Ferris wheel.

The small amusent park had been overrun with weeds.

The ticket booth was layer upon layer of dust; a stack of tickets crumbled to dust at a touch.

The bumper car pavilion’s roof had corroded into ruins; the bumper cars below were rusted beyond repair.

They set Captain MacMillan down on the grass; Price nodded to the captain.

No need for many words.

This assassination mission had been brutal and unpredictable.

But they had co this far.

The rescue helicopter would arrive in ten minutes.

In those ten minutes, their single goal and mutual expectation was simple: stay alive.

Extraction was within sight.

Staying alive was their final objective.

Before the enemy massed, Price placed satchel charges and C4.

Then he crouched behind the ticket booth and set up his sniper.

To avoid being wiped out at once, Price didn’t stay with Captain MacMillan.

After all, the captain—covered by his ghillie suit and prone in the grass with the cold rifle—wouldn’t beco an imdiate target.

But the lonely ticket booth would definitely draw concentrated fire.

Ten minutes.

Known as the hardest ten minutes on Veteran difficulty in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare.

With a roar from the detonated wide-area mine, the curtain was pulled back!

Boom!!!

The first wave numbered about twenty!

Each ard with AKs, bullets whistled in!

Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!

Rounds pinged off the ticket booth!

But MacMillan and Price’s pair of sniper rifles did not miss a shot!

Boom!!!

The wide-area mine detonated, its fan-shaped blast of fifty lethal mines blew the nearest enemies into the air!

The twin snipers spat flas; blood arced from enemy heads.

They kept checking each other’s status over their headsets.

"You still alive?"

"I'm alive and well!"

Twin-sniper mories!

Hold the line!

As second and third waves joined the fray,

The twin snipers began to feel the strain.

The enemies drew closer and were about to enter the abandoned parking lot.

But before their boots could settle—

Click! Boom!!!

The first C4 stuck to an abandoned car detonated.

A towering fireball sent foes scattering to the ground!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

C4 after C4 went off!

Thick smoke billowed across the ruined amusent park!

The once-innocent playground had turned into hell, a battlefield!

The once-romantic Ferris wheel trembled under the explosions and bore witness to the chaos!

Boom!

Fireballs rose!

Price’s ticket booth was turned into an inferno by a violent blast!

Roll—boom!

Earth flew!

MacMillan’s grassland hideout was lifted in dust by grenade blasts!

But luckily,

The two battle-hardened soldiers had already shifted positions.

MacMillan found cover behind a clump of tall bushes and concealed himself.

Price darted to the side of the bumper car arena and continued to hold the enemy back!

As the firefight heated up, Chernobyl felt like a giant pot of popcorn popping!

Crackling gunfire and explosive booms filled the city that had been dead for decades with the stench of battle!

The enemies surged without pause!

Maybe players on easy had a blast headshotting; but those on Hard or Veteran cursed that they had never experienced such a long ten minutes!

Bullets ford a vast net that trapped them, making it impossible to raise their heads!

A tallic storm with the chill of death swept across them, letting them brush death countless tis!

This was an unprecedented defensive battle and a grueling first line of defense!

The splashing chat was the grandest score of this twin-sniper mory,

The thunderous explosions were the grand symphony!

Finally!

When bullets and supplies ran out,

The coda of this twin-sniper symphony was sounded by a radio voice in their headset!

"Big Bird: Alpha Squad! This is Big Bird! Board imdiately! Over!"

Rumble—rumble—

The roar and wind pressure of the rotors ca!

Price looked up.

A gigantic Osprey aircraft hovered overhead, slowly lowering.

Thud—

As the ramp opened, a well-trained extraction team quickly deployed and ford a periter around the Osprey, engaging the enemy!

Clap!

Price found Captain MacMillan; their hands clasped again—

"Our return tickets have arrived, Captain MacMillan!"

"Then I’ll trouble you for a lift, Lieutenant Price!"