Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 383: All is Over? A Storm Rises!

Fleeing for their lives!

The frenzied enemies were in hot pursuit, with Soap sitting in the back of the military pickup truck, returning fire!

On the narrow mountain road, full of twists and turns!

The tires screeched against the mountain terrain, sending gravel flying and dust billowing!

And within the rolling clouds of dust, hordes of enemy soldiers in military trucks were chasing them relentlessly!

Rat-a-tat-tat—!

Rat-a-tat!

Enemy bullets poured down like a torrential storm, sparking flashes of fire as they struck the pickup!

Sitting in the truck bed, Soap felt the front shield panel shudder as if being pelted by a handful of gravel, the dense rain of stray bullets creating a continuous clattering sound.

The surrounding scenery blurred past in a rush, with tall, straight pine and cypress trees leaving erald-green afterimages in the air.

The wind howled noisily in his ears as Soap sat in the vehicle, firing controlled bursts in retaliation!

Tut-tut—! Tut-tut-tut—!

The AK spat tongues of fla, and imdiately, the windshield of the pursuing truck exploded in a spray of blood.

Clang! Screech—! Boom—!

The large truck instantly swerved left and right, wobbling erratically before lurching sideways, crashing through trees along the mountain road and plunging straight down the steep cliff with a dull thud.

However, before Soap could catch his breath.

—

Suddenly, another sharp shriek tore through the air.

From the truck closing in behind, an RPG rocket trailed white smoke as it slamd violently into the side of their vehicle.

BOOM—!!!

The massive explosion sent Soap flying through the air, crashing hard against the side of the truck bed, leaving him dazed and disoriented.

"Soap! Soap, are you okay?!"

Gaz's voice crackled through the earpiece.

"Not great!"

Wiping the dust from his face as he struggled back up, Soap looked toward the distant sky through the dense hail of bullets and shouted urgently:

"Helicopters incoming!"

Buzzzzzz—

Following Soap's yell, the terrifying sound of helicopter rotors reverberated,

as a Hind gunship approached them at breakneck speed,

its underslung cannon continuously strafing, the overwhelming firepower nearly suffocating Soap.

Gunfire! Vehicle roars! Explosions!

The Altai Mountains echoed with thunderous noises!

Under Instructor Gaz's guidance, Soap found an enemy RPG in the equipnt crate beside him.

But alas, the RPG lacked targeting capability and couldn't possibly shoot down the Hind while moving at high speed.

In desperation, Gaz wrenched the steering wheel.

With a screech!

The pickup executed a perilous mountain road drift, swerving sharply, and drove straight into a mountain cave!

"We can't hold out much longer!"

Captain Price's voice ca through the earpiece:

"Kamarov! We need backup!"

—Crssshhh—

Kamarov's voice followed through the earpiece, sounding equally chaotic, with intense gunfire and explosions seemingly no less fierce than their own situation.

[Received... Lieutenant... We're trying to corner Zakh... Backup will arrive soon... Estimated... minutes...]

"What?!"

Price didn't catch Kamarov's backup arrival ti clearly and shouted urgently:

"We're crossing the bridge! What's your situation? How long until backup arrives...?"

However!

Before Captain Price could finish!

Gaz's sudden explosive shout interrupted the captain's inquiry:

"Left-wing missile—!!!"

—

Soap turned to look!

The Hind gunship, having flown past the cave and caught up with them again near the bridge, was billowing thick smoke from below!

A missile, streaking like a teor, shot out like lightning!

Imdiately after, an ear-splitting explosion erupted, carrying a violent shockwave that swept toward them!

BOOM—!!!

Soap felt his body go weightless!

The next second!

The pickup flipped over, plunging everything into darkness!

"Soap... Soap...??"

"The bridge collapsed... We have to..."

"Up! Get up... It's going to collapse..."

"Enemies are surrounding us..."

"Kamar... still... arriving..."

Like bubbles slowly rising through water, accompanied by a gurgling, muffled, ethereal sound.

Everything before him was blurred, indistinct between light and dark.

Dizziness, blurriness, confusion, haziness...

As if a veil covered his eyes, a groggy Soap vaguely sensed soone carrying him, climbing up the shattered, collapsed bridge.

Blue helt, khaki bulletproof vest, and that stylish brown full beard.

Instructor Gaz, dressed in cowboy attire, carried him out of the danger zone.

The bridge behind them had broken apart desolately, the deck engulfed in raging flas, with jeep and military truck wreckage scattered chaotically.

"Huff—! Huff—! Huff—!"

His own panting breaths were clearly audible.

The surrounding dense gunfire crackled incessantly.

"Hold on a little longer, Soap—"

In his daze, Soap felt Instructor Gaz drag him behind a fiercely burning jeep, firing shots while trying to push him further behind cover for safety:

"Kamarov's backup is almost..."

Thwack! Thud—!

A crimson spray of blood shot out from the back of Instructor Gaz's neck.

A stray bullet from who-knows-where pierced through his throat from the front, then exited carrying a dazzling crimson trail, splattering out from the back of his neck.

In Soap's constricting pupils,

this instructor—who had personally recruited him into the special forces, guided him step-by-step through assessnts, executed the freighter mission, infiltrated Azerbaijan, and penetrated the Altai Mountains—his teacher, his comrade, was struck down by a naless stray bullet that pierced his neck. Reflected in Soap's pupils, he fell backward onto the cold road surface.

All around, teammate after teammate was being gunned down by the encircling enemy forces.

The thundering Hind gunship hovered in the sky not far ahead of them.

Blood splattered everywhere, corpses littered the ground.

Yet Soap could only lie helplessly on the ground, watching his comrades fall one by one.

"Price—!!!"

"John—Price—!!!"

Amid the crisscrossing web of fire!

A roar of fury even drowned out the Hind helicopter's thunderous rotor sounds.

The blurriness before him gradually sharpened into focus.

A bald man with a white goatee, wearing a brown leather jacket, accompanied by two fully ard guards, walked slowly across the slaughter-strewn, ruined bridge.

In his right hand, he held a Desert Eagle; passing by still-resisting Marines, he ruthlessly pulled the trigger, executing wounded soldiers on the spot.

His left sleeve hung empty and limp.

Zakhaev.

This was Soap's first direct encounter with the mastermind behind it all.

That vicious, insane appearance displayed his arrogance and madness to the fullest.

This absurd and chaotic chase was ultimately drawing to a close on this broken bridge.

Zakhaev had nowhere left to run; the governnt forces led by Kamarov had blocked his escape route.

And he had ordered the bridge behind them blown apart, trapping the fleeing Price squad in a corner.

This was his desperate last stand.

Moreover, it was his final vengeful strike against Price and Soap, and Gaz—the action team responsible for his beloved son Little Zakhaev's death!

Shhh—! Shhh—!

Zakhaev, holding the Desert Eagle, drew nearer and nearer.

Soap struggled to catch his breath, while Money Man nearby was pinned down by a concrete slab crushing his left leg.

Click—! Clack—!

Between gasps!

Soap had spotted Zakhaev, and Zakhaev had seen them too.

The cold hamr cocked, the dark gun muzzle aid their way.

And at this life-or-death mont!

—BOOM—!!!

Suddenly!

An explosion erupted in the sky!

A fireball blossod violently!

A Stinger missile had precisely struck the Hind gunship behind Zakhaev!

Zakhaev instinctively turned to look!

Clearly, Kamarov's containnt had arrived!

And in that split-second instant!

Slap!

A crisp sound rang out from near Captain Price.

Soap looked up.

He saw Captain Price's black 1911 pistol sliding across the rough, cold bridge surface, landing perfectly right in front of him.

At this mont!

Everything seed to shift into slow motion.

The explosion's sound stretched out, the flying bullets becoming fiery trails dragging through the air.

Zakhaev's eyes widened as he slowly turned back, raising his gun to exact revenge before being captured.

But now!

The 1911 in Soap's hand was already aid at his head.

Everything began because of you.

And now, after six full days of global operations,

everything should co to a final stop.

For Gaz.

This shot.

Everything ends.

!!!

Thud—!!!

The bullet roared out accompanied by fla, precisely embedding itself in Zakhaev's forehead!

Imdiately after!!!

Two more shots!

The two guards beside Zakhaev fell to the ground.

The Altai Mountains, blanketed in vast white snow, witnessed this brutal battle.

The biting cold wind blowing from Siberia swept up the billowing smoke of gunpowder from the devastated battlefield.

Kamarov rappelled down from the arriving backup helicopter.

Through the earpiece, Captain Price's weak voice sounded, just like during their first freighter mission—

[Captain Price: Well done, Soap.]

[lancholy Blues Studio]

[A Gu Sheng Production]

[Call of Duty: Modern Warfare]

[Golden Wind]

[Grand Presentation]

Buzz—!!!

Like the magnificent finale of an extravagant performance!

At this mont, all players who had reached this point couldn't help but let out a long, deep sigh!

Everything ends.

With Zakhaev eliminated, this world-threatening nuclear crisis had finally drawn to a close.

Thrilling, exhilarating, intricately connected missions encompassing everything!

If watching a movie ant observing heroes' great deeds from a third-person perspective,

then this unprecedented Call of Duty allowed all viewers to personally experience a thrilling blockbuster in first-person, through multidinsional characters!

Although, at this point, the entire series' story wasn't fully told.

The civil war in Warsaw continued, with the outco still unknown.

The fate of the three Marine squads after the Middle East nuclear explosion remained unaddressed in the closing credits.

Even, due to the lack of footage, players didn't know whether Money Man survived after saying those final words.

Perhaps everything would only beco clear in Modern Warfare 2.

After all, when launching this Call of Duty initially, Gu Sheng had promised that Modern Warfare would be presented as a trilogy.

More hidden crises were still brewing; a team composed of the world's most elite soldiers was taking shape.

Devious conspiracies weren't over; the shadow of this shocking nuclear network still lood over the world like a haze.

But for now!

Players could finally take a brief respite from the intense, thrilling plot and let out a cathartic cheer!

Yes.

Although in the Modern Warfare world, the nuclear threat was temporarily resolved, and everything had ended,

in reality, the impact of Golden Wind's heavyweight gaming nuclear bomb was only just beginning to detonate!

"SNG Gaming Forum"—10 points!

"Daily Gaming News Review"—10 points!

"SLGars"—10 points!

Perfect scores! Perfect scores! Still perfect scores!

[Without a doubt! This is Golden Wind's most successful perfect work to date! Whether in comrcial attributes or core gaplay expression, it combines the comrcial appeal of sothing like Resident Evil 7 with a script that rivals or even surpasses Titanfall's pacing!]

[A true masterpiece of synthesis! Modern Warfare didn't just appear out of nowhere! In this ga, you can see many familiar influences! But it's like the culmination of Golden Wind's three-year exploration—flawless, impeccable!]

[They were conservative! Although Golden Wind President Gu Sheng and Vice President Moriya's earlier statents were surprising, what's even more surprising is that after playing this Modern Warfare, you'll feel their statents were ultimately conservative! Whether in industrial standards, script arrangent, pacing control, or gaplay enjoynt, this work deserves to be enshrined at the very peak of the world FPS gaming mountain!]

[....]

Yes, this is another perfect-score work from Golden Wind following It Takes Two.

But this ti!

The gold content of Modern Warfare's perfect score is unprecedentedly high and substantial!

Because this ti, they lacked the charitable attributes of To the Moon, the special significance of It Takes Two, and the limitations of Titanfall's earlier lack of recognition!

This is a truly grand presentation in every sense!

Moreover, it's genuinely Golden Wind's first globally reviewed perfect-score work!

Extrely significant!

Admittedly.

For Golden Wind, launching this new series IP is undoubtedly an unprecedented success worthy of celebration!

But!

anwhile, a storm within the gaming industry is quietly approaching...