DreamersGN 183. Enemy's Enemy
183. Enemy's Enemy
in a few days.
When the ghost disappears, the mission ends.
This made many anchors and players unacceptable for a while.
Mozi's mentality immediately collapsed. Since the end of that night, she has been locking herself in the room, not seeing anyone, and not answering anyone's phone.
It wasn't until a few days later that the person from Dou Chong's live broadcast came to her door, that she restarted the broadcast with a tired face.
This is a very helpless thing. As an anchor, she has signed a contract with the platform, and she has to go to work every day to live broadcast, and she will face liquidated damages.
Qian's face is still great, although he is reluctant, Mozi is still rebroadcast.
Then on the first day of the rebroadcast, she uninstalled the Call of Duty installed on her computer live.
Anyway, she never wanted to touch the game again in her life.
For the others, Miss Dai didn't delete the game, but put it in the folder and didn't open it.
She also created a file file, saved and printed some interesting screenshots during the previous game, and made a photo album called "My Zhongyi"
After that, these anchors no longer play Call of Duty.
Call of Duty is still very popular, and there are at least one million online players fighting in the battlefield mode every day.
It's just that no one has the courage to open the story mode for the second time.
After a few more days, these anchors recovered their emotions, at least they came out of the worrying state.
Then, they encountered another very fucking thing.
At the same time as the death of the ghost, there are players abroad who are engaged in a battle between Price and Soap.
It's just that those few players were not anchors, they didn't live broadcast the situation at that time, and the ending of the two of them was not given in the game.
Then, at around 7 o'clock on the 25th this evening, just as Dai Xiaomei and the others were discussing playing GTA, a video feed was pushed to them at the same time.
After hesitating for a while, they turned on the video, and Little Sister Dai and the others immediately took a deep breath.
This is a video recorded and edited by a foreign player. It is the situation of Price and Soap in the Afghan battlefield at that time.
They also knew the value of this video, so they chose to edit the video and post it on the game forum.
In the picture, Price and Soap are separated, each wearing auspicious suits with excellent concealment, shuttling through an old airport.
The airport is huge, and Shige is an abandoned aircraft cemetery, with rusted aircraft wreckage piled up everywhere.
Here, Price's eyes are very vicious, and they were attacked by unknown forces immediately after entering the war zone.
After killing several people, Price hid a corpse and checked the dead man's equipment.
Thus, Price discovered the special mark on the dead man, which was the shadow force.
Immediately, Price sent information to the ghosts on the other side of the battlefield, telling them to pay attention and not trust Sheffield.
It's just that this information came a bit late. When Price and others tried to escape, Xiaoqiang and others were already killed.
The only good thing is that Soap and the others are wearing auspicious clothes, and wherever they lie down, they will be a bunch of dry grass, which will not attract too much attention.
At the same time, the shadow team is also exchanging fire with Ma Carlof's rebel army.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Price and Soap successfully escaped the fire circle, contacted Nikolai, and called an evacuation plane to escape in time.
They survived, and Dai Xiaomei and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense heartstrings can be regarded as slightly relaxed.
However, the point of this video is not that the two survived.
But in the process of escaping, Old Immortal Price found an extremely important piece of information.
He actually contacted Carlos the horse!
on screen.
Soap is holding a silenced MP5 submachine gun, and wearing a weed-like auspicious suit on his back, shuttles through the airport sensitively like a ghost.
After receiving the information, he immediately made a new plan with Price. After contacting Nikolai, he crossed all the way and rushed towards the nearest airport runway.
On the way, Soap tried to contact the ghosts many times, but to no avail. He could only vaguely hear noisy gunshots over there.
So, the furious Soap ran out of bullets, and took a machete to kill all the way with the help of his concealed advantage.
When he pierced through an enemy of the shadow army with a machete and was hiding the body, he heard Price suddenly say in the earphone:
“As the old saying goes, the enemy of your enemy is your friend.”
"Ma Carlos is our enemy, and now, Sheffield is also on the list of our enemies."
"I'll try to contact Carlos the horse and see what he will say."
While talking, Soap hid in an aircraft engine and got down quietly, using the bullets he found to refit his helmet.
In the headset, Price can be heard faintly breaking a man's neck with what appears to be an elbow, and then detaching a walkie-talkie from him.
"Carlo, this is Price."
"Sheffield is a war hero now, he got everything."
"And he also abandoned you, cleaned up his portal, and recovered all the collusion information with you before."
"And now that you are on his wanted list, he will use all the resources at hand to silence you.
As he said that, Preston paused: "However, as long as you give me the information about Sheffield, I will take care of the rest of the mess."
After finishing speaking, Price fell silent, waiting for the horse Carlos to respond.
After waiting a few seconds, Price said again:
"We all know that you don't survive a week."
After speaking, Price fell silent again, and the soap on the other side of the airport also replaced the magazine with a new one, listening quietly.
After waiting for about ten seconds, a red subtitle appeared in front of their eyes.
Ma Carlof: "You too, Price, you won't survive a week either."
I saw Ma Carlof talking, and I saw the bright red subtitle on the screen.
After playing the game for so long, Dai Xiaomei and the others, who had already formed a subconscious reaction, even twitched their fingers at that moment, as if they were pulling the trigger.
For them, this name is too unforgettable.
And Price, after hearing what Carlos Ma said, replied in a very indifferent tone:
"Ma Carlo, have you ever heard a word..."
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."
"If I have the chance, I will personally send you to the gallows."
"But right now, I want to deal with Sheffield first."
After finishing speaking, Price quietly waited for Carlos to reply.
A few seconds later, Ma Carlof sneered: "Price, sooner or later, you will find that this statement is untenable."
"Sheffield is at the H-B base, you know where that is."
"See you in hell."
After finishing speaking, Carlos Ma hung up the communication.
Hearing this, Little Sister Dai and the others gasped, and an imperceptible killing intent flashed in their eyes.
But from the squeeze of the rattling mouse, one can roughly guess what kind of mood they are in at this time.
Yes, in comparison, Sheffield is more hated than Carlos the horse.
If it was them, they would have to kill Sheffield first if they had the chance, to avenge Ghost Xiaoqiang and the others.
And in the picture.
When Ma Carlof hung up the communication, music rang in everyone's ears, which was a style that was incompatible with the intense battlefield environment.
The heavy pounding of drums sounded like a heartbeat, or a corpse falling on its back, splashing dust on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the soft and sad cello sounded, as if to pay homage to the dead ghosts and others.
It also seems that they want to use this sad tune to reveal Price's silent accusation of Sheffield's atrocities.
This game, no matter how good it is and how detailed the graphics are, it is still not even 1% as good as the real battlefield.
For the older Price, 141 is his home, and the 141 players are his family.
Price, who has been battle-hardened and fought all his life, no longer cries or sheds tears.
But this does not mean that he is really the ruthless old immortal in the eyes of others, and he will feel sad for the sacrifice of his subordinates with flesh and blood.
It's just that a person like him can only hide his sorrow.
Just like the current tune, sad, melodious, and extremely heavy.
Soap, who is slightly younger, is uniquely radical to young people. He pins his anger on bullets and machetes.
After killing one enemy after another, Soap leaned against the wall and panted, looked down at the submachine gun in his hand that had run out of bullets and smoke from the muzzle, and murmured:
"We have one gun that works, and they have thousands of them."
"Is Carlos the horse trustworthy? We're not sure if his intelligence is true.
"What's next, Price?"
After all, there was no reply from Price, and there was only the whistling wind and fading music in Soap's ears.
…Price? Are you still there?"
After shouting twice, Price suddenly spoke, his voice was full of vicissitudes unique to the elderly, and the indifferent tone of seeing through everything:
"The average person doesn't wake up in the morning and realize it's their last day."
"But I feel like it's not a curse. It's a...luxury."
"Knowing that my time is numbered is a kind of release, a kind of freedom...to finally settle everything.
"Weapons outdated, outnumbered, hot-headed and impulsive to carry out a suicide mission?"
"And here, these rocks that have been eroded by wind and sand, they will remember us."
"Because of all the countless nightmares we've had..."
"This nightmare will be our choice."
"We will be like magma erupting from the center of the earth, unstoppable 117's progress.
Price said calmly: "Because we are determined in our hearts and have clear goals."
"We, are going to, kill him."
At the same time that Price finished these words like last words.
The music in everyone's ears also used sadness and softness, and gradually transitioned to excitement and excitement.
In these music, the sound of the drums seems to have a soul, as if being played by a ghost, gradually overlapping with the heartbeat of the audience.
Every drumbeat became stronger and stronger, and the faster rhythm gradually made the audience short of breath.
"We're going to kill him."
Behind the screen, Dai Xiaomei raised her chin slightly, let a tear flow across her cheek, and repeated to herself.
Mozi was expressionless. She swore a few days ago that she would never touch this game again in her life. She felt that she didn't even have the courage to enter the game again and pick up a weapon to fight.
This broken game cast a psychological shadow on her.
The male anchors such as Eggplant were particularly excited after hearing Price's words.
Eggplant slammed the table violently. In a moment of agitation, he ignored the platform's rule of no smoking during the live broadcast. He took a deep breath, bit the end of the cigarette and bared his teeth, "Kill him."
Also, in the video.
The player who played Soap took a deep breath after hearing what Price said, and took out a slap-sized piece of cloth from his pocket.
Seeing this, the audience behind the screen burst into tears.
This is the armband of Task Force 141.
This thing is also sold on Taobao, it is a small piece of cloth worth more than ten yuan, crudely made in a handicraft workshop.
After the game became popular, there were a lot of fan products on sale immediately.
Naturally, the anchors also have one person. At the beginning, they put on a decent pirated combat uniform.
It's just that later, after sacrificing more comrades in arms, they no longer wear this thing, and stick it on a conspicuous position on the wall.
So at this moment, after Soap in the video takes out this armband.
Dai Xiaomei and the others also took a deep breath, and turned to look at the armbands they had pasted on the computer or the wall.
After Xiaoqiang sacrificed his ghost and disappeared, a fire was burning in everyone's heart.
And now, Price's words poured another bucket of gasoline on this flame that could cause it to detonate.
"us.....…"
"will.
"kill him."
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