One—one!!!

In an instant!

The entire livestream chat erupted into a frenzy!

And it wasn’t just pew’s stream—countless streamers who were trying the demo version at the same time all blew up!

Thrilling! Exciting! An unprecedented preview experience that made players feel it in their bones and left viewers speechless!

This isn’t even a game! Holy crap! This damn thing is an interactive movie!

The atmosphere, the texture, the level design, the background setup... holy—my hair is standing on end!

I thought the armed helicopter was already the peak, I never expected the game would even let you control support!

“That MiG strike literally scared the hell out of me! This escape segment is insanely intense!”

“If they actually open preorders I’ll blow up the servers!”

This feels like a blockbuster! Although Escape from Hell also had a cinematic feel, this feels different…

Escape from Hell is a crime film where you play a role to enact the plot, but Call of Duty puts you in the action—you participate yourself. The immersion is too strong.

My scalp is tingling! Little Yellow has visibly evolved over these years!

No wonder Old Thief was so confident—Vice President Moriya even got hyped, calling this the benchmark for modern immersive shooters. He wasn’t boasting for nothing...

Masterful. I don’t believe any man can resist this level of blockbuster real-feel gameplay.

“Quick question: if it’s his birthday and I gift my boyfriend two Yiyou vouchers plus this game, will he like it?”

Don’t give that to him. If you do, you’re not his girlfriend anymore... you’re his mother.

“Hahahahaha, ‘you’re his mother’—that’s epic.”

Need a boyfriend? I don’t mind three people living together.

“Count me in, please!”

This is too much, hahahaha...

.....

Chat barrages in countless livestreams boiled over!

Players from every country kept gasping in waves!

This is a cinematic game like never before.

True, Golden Wind has released several story-driven first-person games before.

But none have delivered multi-sensory stimulation this intense!

Here, you are Soap—you’re a member of the Air Service Team, experiencing a storm that could plunge the whole world into crisis!

As one viewer comment said, this stunned immersion has never appeared in a Golden Wind game before, and it’s an unprecedented experience on the global game stage!

It’s even different from Escape from Hell, famous for its movie-like gameplay.

In Escape from Hell, players enact roles and take part in a stylish, twist-filled crime film.

But in Call of Duty, players no longer just play a role—they truly enter the fictional reality constructed by Golden Wind, become warriors, and resolve an enormous crisis!

Mind blown!

After Captain Price dragged pew onto the helicopter, pew remained silent for a long time!

The violent shock had overwhelmed him—he couldn’t even find words!

The unparalleled audiovisual experience and visceral sensation pulled him in completely!

The pre-action tension, the adrenaline of the infiltration, the awe when seeing Black Hawk support—then the ship’s explosion and the life-or-death sprint—his adrenaline hit full throttle.

All these mixed sensations left him only able to sum them up with a single exclamation that contained a thousand words—

“This fucking... is... fuckin’ awesome…”

And at that moment!

When the game title Call of Duty: Modern Warfare dissolved into a string of code, heavy breathing slowly echoed.

[Huff... huff... huff...]

Like an old bellows being pulled, heavy and tense gasps.

In the blur, the viewpoint shifted slightly.

On both sides, two Middle Eastern soldiers in red berets were escorting the viewpoint’s owner forward.

The hazy light wavered, dim then bright.

Only after stepping out the gates, into the thin, swirling sand, did the scene sharpen—

Weathered white walls, a wind-scoured dry street, and an Islamic domed building not far off...

An old tan sedan idled with its rear door open.

Soldiers were everywhere—some wrapped in headscarves, some wearing red berets—each carrying battle-scarred AKs, openly gathering and guarding the street.

Amid the coarse, sand-choked clamor, a rough, bloodthirsty voice boomed through loudspeakers across town, delivering a citywide, iron-blooded speech!

The momentum was deafening—inciting fanaticism!

“Today! We declare war on betrayal and corruption! So our nation can rise!”

Roar—!

The distant fervent shouts traveled with the dust!

Thud!

The viewpoint’s owner was roughly thrown into the car; terrified gasps intensified.

Before he could fully brace himself, one of the beret-wearing soldiers swung a rifle butt and slammed it into his face!

Thud thud... thud thud... thud thud...

A heavy drumbeat sounded slowly, carrying the oppressive, foreboding weight of an impending storm that crashed down like a dark cloud over the city, striking straight at the heart.

The vehicle started moving toward an unknown destination.

On the left and right of the screen, the game credits began to appear.

Outside the car, the iron-blooded speech continued—

“We trust this man; we hope he will lead us into an era of prosperity!”

“But like the monarchies before a revolution, he colluded with the West for his own gain!”

Yellow sand and dust.

Armed soldiers marched by in groups along the road.

Dust rose behind the rumbling treads of tanks.

“...Collusion breeds enslavement! We will not be enslaved again!”

“It’s time to show our true power. They underestimated our resolve; we fear nothing!”

“We will unite! We will rescue our brothers and sisters suffering in the flames!”

“Our cause is absolutely righteous! Our army is absolutely mighty!”

“We! Will restore our glory!”

[ENLA-AHM-AKBAR!!!]

Roar—!!!

Shalaa—

Although Golden Wind adapted “Allah” into “Enla,” the chilling aura of that slogan wasn’t diminished one bit!

The car stopped.

Amid the boiling, feverish cheers!

A soldier roughly dragged the viewpoint’s owner from the vehicle and slammed a heavy kick into him!!

Chaos, dizziness, pitch black, the interplay of light and dark, the sweep of wind and sand, the smell of blood and fire...

On the whipping post before him, blood flowed freely.

The stadium stands around the vast plaza were filled with frenzied crowds.

“...They polluted our land, and we will return to them the methods they used on us...

“The new holy war has begun...”

“Kill—! Kill—! Kill—! Kill—! Kill—!”

Thunderous cries soared into the sky.

In a daze, a warlord in a bulletproof vest, red beret, and brown-tinted aviator glasses strode to a middle-aged bald man missing his left arm.

Click.

The bald man pulled a Desert Eagle from his waist, pointing the muzzle at the warlord; then he turned the gun and handed it to him.

The warlord nodded, took the pistol, and marched to the camera set up for livestreaming:

“Let everything begin.”

With that, the warlord walked toward the lens!

At this moment!

Everything around seemed to fall silent.

Only the warlord’s footsteps cut through the haze.

A black muzzle pointed at the camera. The firing pin was cocked.

The sharp breathing became piercing in this instant—

[Huff—huff—huff—]

One—one!!!

A dead silence!

With the gunshot!

The demo experience ended.

But unlike the earlier raucous cheers after boarding the helicopter,

this time, the many onlookers at the expo froze—for a full five seconds!

Clearly!

The impact of this scene exceeded even the heart-stopping special operation earlier!

Whether it was the hair-raising slogan, the repeated holy war cries from the frenzied crowd, or the oppressive death aura captured in that long take—

Clearly, the viewpoint’s owner was the very person the warlord accused of “colluding with the West.”

And now, with the support of the one-armed bald man, the warlord seemed to have overthrown him and then...

At this thought,

everyone felt a shiver crawl up their spines!

Who could possibly collude with the West? What kind of person would be overthrown?

The answer was obvious.

In this unnamed Middle Eastern country, amid a global livestream audience, the crazed warlord had seemingly personally executed the ruler.

Who exactly is this mysterious one-armed bald man?

What was the real purpose of this brutal livestream?

Where did the dirty bomb marked with a radiation symbol on the freighter come from?

What breathtaking conspiracy and challenges will Captain Price and rookie Soap from Escape from Hell face next?

It seemed everything would only be revealed once the full game launched.

And now!

This game, hailed as Golden Wind’s best story-driven shooter ever—this title arrogantly declared as the new global benchmark for shooters—

deserved everyone’s astonishment and cheers!

....

“Insane work! Golden Wind’s new title Call of Duty: Modern Warfare ignites worldwide discussion upon release!”

“Over 80,000 visits in one day! 102 media outlets participated in the demo! Golden Wind sets the hottest record at the Higashitsu Gaming Festival!”

“Rebellion! Nuclear war! Earth-shattering conspiracy and impossible missions! Call of Duty becomes the hottest title at this year’s festival on its first day!”

“SNG demo rating 9.9! Called ‘a true magnum opus!’”

“Over 20 global studios’ FPS titles announce delays! Seems they deliberately avoid competing with Call of Duty!”

....

One headline after another flew like snowflakes across the sky!

Though Golden Wind’s FPS releases have long been synonymous with high quality,

this time, the Call of Duty reveal undeniably redefined “high quality” for players and media!

After so many years of experience and accumulation,

Golden Wind now clearly excelled in the shooter domain.

From fine gun-handling tweaks to the control of physical feedback,

from atmosphere building to camera montage design,

Gu Sheng handled it all effortlessly.

Coupled with this franchise, which in his previous life had trounced countless rivals and stood as a benchmark in shooter history,

the success of Call of Duty was completely within Gu Sheng’s expectations.

After all, their major competitor at the expo was merely Komera’s hastily prepared Night Owl Island, built at great expense just to show up.

A familiar name, content similar to well-known works, but its form simply copied Left 4 Dead’s stage-based design rather than open world—probably because there wasn’t an open-world title for Nakamurai to reference yet.

Gu Sheng didn’t take this so-called “biggest rival” seriously.

He could judge its quality at a glance.

And someone else shared his assessment—perhaps unexpectedly—

Ito Suke.

That’s right!

Aiming to steer Komera’s future and avoid repeating Uekoe Kagemasa’s mistakes, Ito Suke had recently started paying attention to the game industry’s affairs.

Even if Nakamurai rose to become Komera’s president,

Ito Suke intended to keep major company decisions under his own control.

Now, seeing Call of Duty’s enormous momentum—seemingly poised to dominate the year-end market—Ito Suke knew what he had to do:

Don’t drop the watermelon to pick up the seeds.

Indeed, Night Owl Island cost over six hundred million dollars—an expensive bet.

But compared to Komera’s total valuation in the hundreds of billions, it wasn’t worth sacrificing the greater cause for a lesser one.

Sacrifice the pawn to save the king.

He would bet small to win big.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by lotustale.com