Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 382: All is Over? A Storm Rises!

"No... NO!!!"

Pure Black watched as the intercontinental rockets launched one after another, the light in his eyes shifting from shock to confusion, then to utter disbelief!

"You didn't even give us ti to withdraw! How could you just start a nuclear war like that?!"

Pure Black simply couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes!

As these rockets soared into the sky, who knew how many nuclear warheads the deranged Zakhaev had launched to avenge his son!

You old bastard, weren't you just issuing us an ultimatum demanding our withdrawal?

Then you turn around and launch nukes?!

Just as Pure Black was reeling from Zakhaev's madness!

A quiet comnt drifted through the chat barrage—

'But you didn't withdraw either, did you?'

Ah...

That single sentence sent Pure Black into deep thought.

The viewers in the chat all gave thumbs up—

'Zakhaev gave you a like (thumbs up)'

'Makes sense, totally makes sense (doge)'

'You didn't withdraw, I didn't give you ti—fair's fair'

'No way... you guys are right at the edge of Zakhaev's missile base, he's not stupid, you know?'

'Rather than waiting for you to co pick up the package, might as well deliver it straight to your doorstep (rofl)'

'Zakhaev: Learned from F91'

'Damn, all tactics ultimately co down to base trading, huh?'

'One premium seat at West Lake bottom! (dog head)'

......

Ti waits for no one!

Now, Zakhaev's rockets carrying nuclear warheads had already launched and were heading for targeted strikes on the European and Arican continents in the Western Hemisphere!

To prevent the tragedy of the Middle East from repeating, to stop this terrifying global nuclear war from happening!

"GO!GO!GO!"

"Move! Move--!!!"

With Captain Price's sharp command!

The joint operation force of S.A.S and U.S.M.C charged straight toward Zakhaev's missile base!

Now, the only way to stop the nuclear strike was to storm the missile base's control center and upload self-destruct commands to all launched nuclear warheads, terminating their strike orders!

"You only have fifteen minutes total!"

As they fought their way to the missile base's outer wall, the command center's voice ca through Pure Black's headset:

"We'll remotely decrypt the nuclear termination codes. You need to enter the control room and upload the nuclear destruction passwords,"

"This operation has no air support. All you can rely on is yourselves. Over."

Huh??

Pure Black peeked out, then imdiately ducked back, wondering if he'd heard wrong.

Yes.

Since the nuclear missiles were already airborne, they had no more ti to wait for reinforcents.

But the problem was...

"Wait?! Big bro?! How the hell are we supposed to deal with those two tanks?!"

Exactly!

The mont Pure Black had peeked out!

He saw swarms of soldiers moving through the missile base.

And among the nurous soldiers, two light tanks like firepower fortresses blocked their path forward.

Young Master looked at his surroundings.

This ti, he wasn't lucky enough to find Javelin missiles just lying around.

Now all he had were two smoke grenades, two packs of C4, and one M4A1 grenadier rifle.

"Soap!"

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the light tanks!

Captain Price's voice ca through his headset from behind:

"C4's with you! You need to try approaching the tanks under smoke cover and take them out! We're running out of ti!"

"Huh???"

Hearing this, Young Master's eyes nearly popped out of his head!

?

Blow up tanks?

And I have to go up close to plant C4?!

Pure Black felt completely overwheld, about to say sothing.

But Price didn't give him the chance.

A loud command rang out:

"All units! Cover Soap--!"

Instantly!

All combat mbers hidden behind cover erged, firing their weapons at the enemy forces surging like a tidal wave!

Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat!

Bratatat--

Imdiately!

The battlefield erupted with gunfire like a sudden storm, explosions ringing out continuously!

Bullets swept through like a violent storm, knocking enemies down one after another.

But at the sa ti, Pure Black watched helplessly as teammates were struck by stray bullets, collapsing straight to the ground.

Yet in this mont, no one retreated.

Pure Black even saw Instructor Gaz to his right front—a teammate fell beside him, but Gaz remained rooted like a nail, firing his rifle in controlled bursts, unmoving as if death ant nothing to him.

Charge!

Whoosh!

A figure like a leopard flashed from behind cover.

Pure Black perford a slide, moving from his previous cover to a cent barrier ahead left, then waited for the right mont. After taking out enemies near the containers, he dashed again, rolling behind the containers.

Rat-tat-tat--

Dense bullets ford a fiery web covering the missile base.

As Pure Black got closer to the light tanks, the tanks detected this major threat moving across the battlefield.

Just as Pure Black erged from behind the cent barrier again, trying to get closer to the tanks!

BOOM--!!!

An ear-shattering cannon roar erupted!

Pure Black watched as the shell brushed past him, slamming into the cent ground not far behind!

KABOOM--!

Instantly, flas shot skyward, smoke billowed everywhere!

The powerful blast made Pure Black feel like he'd been hit by a dump truck, his whole body thrown through the air before crashing heavily behind the containers, his vision going dark!

[Soap! Soap! Can you hear !]

Captain Price's anxious shout ca through the headset.

From their initial teasing banter to the current worried bond.

Through his exceptional courage and outstanding operational skills, Soap had beco one of the indispensable elite mbers of S.A.S.

--!

Monts after Price's words faded!

Thick smoke suddenly spread before the containers where Soap was positioned.

Then!

Through the billowing smoke, an orange-red flash appeared like lightning suddenly illuminating thick clouds, blazing montarily!

BOOM--!!!

In the massive explosion, the light tank's turret section flew into the air, trailing black smoke and flas, arcing through the sky before crashing heavily to the ground!

Imdiately after!

An excited cheer erupted in the livestream chat:

"Yeeeeeees--!"

Personally planted and detonated!

An unprecedented thrilling experience!

True flesh against steel tank!

In the entire history of global FPS gas, had anyone ever been so bold, so crazy, so wildly imaginative?

The treacherous winds of conspiracy, the urgent rhythm of ti running out!

This was an eternally exceptional Hollywood-style blockbuster, a masterpiece where players could personally participate, experiencing bullets and rain, modern warfare exchanges firsthand!

Who wouldn't want to beco a savior hero maneuvering through fields of fire?

The tense, thrilling rhythm, the perfectly tuned full imrsion, the incredibly atmospheric environnt.

Plus the lifelike teammates and even enemies, and those seemingly impossible, dangerously challenging missions every ti!

This was Golden Wind's Modern Warfare, and also the Modern Warfare for FPS ga enthusiasts worldwide!

And now!

The grandest symphony had begun!

In this world infinitely approaching reality, an unprecedented global nuclear crisis was unfolding!

And players were running at full speed, racing against the nuclear warheads flying through the skies!

Ten minutes... seven minutes... five minutes...

This was a life-and-death battle! As Zakhaev's most loyal death squads, the enemies at the missile base were arguably the most troubleso in the entire ga!

Three minutes... two minutes... one minute...

This was a race against ti! The global nuclear countdown displayed in the UI urged them to hurry, hurry faster like a death knell about to ring!

[Self-destruct command received! Soap! Quick--! No ti left--!!!]

Captain Price and Instructor Gaz, these two ntors who had accompanied Soap from beginning to end, fired simultaneously, forcefully holding back enemy fire to clear a path to the command console for Soap!

[...................

[Five! Four! Three! Two!]

[Enter!]

As Soap input the commands with precise accuracy!

The keyboard's enter key was slamd down!

On the command console screen!

The ti froze at the final [0.67s]!

[Termination command uploaded successfully, strike terminated]

Thump!

"HOLY-- SHIT--!!!"

Amid heavy panting!

Pure Black in the motion-sensing pod felt his scalp tingling, his fingertips trembling slightly!

Less than one second!

This race-against-ti nuclear interception mission had succeeded at the very last mont!

And now the livestream chat had exploded—

HOLY FUCK--!!! Zero point six seven seconds!!!

'Young Master's imrsion is really too strong, my palms are sweating'

'Damn! So fucking satisfying! What Hollywood blockbuster could be this exciting?!'

'This ga really shows Old Thief has perfected it! So fucking aweso!'

'The rhythm is literally breathtaking, when Young Master was entering the password my toes were clenched tight?'

'Fifteen-minute breakthrough, so freaking tight, not a mont to waste!'

'But speaking of which, is this fifteen-minute countdown scripted? Can all players complete it?'

'No, I'm watching Shark TV, Liu Liu didn't complete it, hesitated for a mont during a flashbang charge and got global nuclear annihilation'

'Cold fact: this level even has a veteran difficulty global ranking, higher ranking for more remaining ti'

'Damn! There's a global ranking? No more coughing for , I'm going to morize patterns (dog head)'

'No need to morize, I've seen at least three strears clear this level, even enemy spawn points are randomized here, purely depends on player skill and luck'

'I heard Octane is chasing rankings, but his luck doesn't seem great, already got killed twice by flanking shotgunners'

'This level is really hard, even Power Father has to bite the dust'

'That's what makes it exciting!'

'True...'

......

At this point!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

With the successful upload of the nuclear strike termination command.

This shocking global nuclear crisis was dismantled and resolved through the joint operation of S.A.S and U.S.M.C.

From a promoted unknown soldier to a world-saving hero.

Soap—Soap MacTavish.

The resolution of the nuclear crisis marked the beginning of his legendary life.

And the massive whirlpool surrounding this shocking conspiracy began to turn at this mont.

But before that!

They still needed to do one final thing—

"Sir! Zakhaev escaped!"

As a Marine pointed to the control room's large screen, surveillance footage showed Zakhaev boarding a jeep under heavy enemy escort, evacuating through the missile base's security center, fleeing northward.

Upon receiving the news, Warsaw Pact governnt forces commander Kamarov (the Warsaw ally commander who previously provided Price with informant locations) launched the final pursuit of this reactionary leader.

But!

Complications arose.

Since the joint operation team led by Money Man had caused Little Zakhaev's death during their previous capture attempt.

Zakhaev naturally harbored deep hatred for Price.

So during his evacuation, he ordered almost all ground forces and air units to simultaneously launch an assault on their joint operation team!

aning!

The current situation was: Kamarov wanted to capture Zakhaev, Zakhaev wanted to capture them.

And they not only had to escape Zakhaev's forces' encirclent, but also had to cooperate with Kamarov to simultaneously apprehend Zakhaev!

Wolves ahead, tigers behind! Stuck in the middle!

Screech—Scree—

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Bratat!

—BOOM—!!!

Tire sounds! Explosions! Gunfire! Shouts!

As the sounds around grew clearer, the shaking beneath them more violent!

A heart-pounding chase was about to put an exclamation mark on this turbulent, dangerous, treacherous crisis!

[All Ends Well]

[Day 6 - 08:25:16]

[Warsaw Altai Mountains]

[Sergeant "Soap" MacTavish]

[22nd Special Air Service]

"Hold on—! Soap—!"

With Instructor Gaz's voice, players opened their eyes.

On the muddy, rugged mountain road, military pickup trucks jolted and bounced beneath them!

Behind, endless military trucks, heavy firepower jeeps, engines roaring, pursued closely like mad dogs, hunting them down!

The final battle had begun!

This battle would end everything!