Fleeing from the war in a SAS helicopter, Soap, who is still an "internationally wanted criminal", naturally did not go to the headquarters of SAS together. Instead, he recuperates in a dilapidated house on the outskirts of London, provided by a ghost.

Due to the previous high-altitude fall, he lost a lot of blood and almost hung up, if it wasn't for GHOST arriving in time to transfuse himself, I'm afraid he would really be in Prague.

A soldier must be self-aware, and even if he wants to kill Makarov right now, he still needs to cultivate for a while.

During his recuperation, he did not forget to care about the world situation in the news:

-- "The Russian President Signs the Armistice Agreement, the World War Ends"

- "Eiffel Tower Reconstruction? Paying attention to the progress of the EU's post-war reconstruction

"The old guy did a good job."

Watching the news of the truce on the TV news, "Soap", sitting on a dirty and broken sofa, lit a cigar in his hand and took a puff, exhaling irregular smoke rings.

The abrupt end of the war, which was still in the white-hot stage, was obviously thanks to the efforts of some "people behind the scenes", and as one of these people, Soap naturally had a general understanding of the course of events.

With the end of the war between the United States and Russia, which spread to Europe, this exhausted world finally got a respite. However, I can't rest now, because-

Vladmir. Makarov is still alive.

The guy who provoked the war between the United States and Russia in the Moscow airport tragedy is still at large, and I don't know where he is enjoying a pleasant vacation.

For soap, this kind of thing cannot be tolerated.

Therefore, he asked GHOST to help him inquire about Makarov's location, and according to the efficiency of the group of "007" in MI6, Makarov's location should also surface now.

As he was thinking about it, he saw an email on his phone. Open it and take a look.,Sure enough, it's a wire report sent by GHOST.,The content has only one name:

"Burj Al Arab Dubai."

Seeing this information, Soap stood up without saying a word, picked up a black package placed in the corner of the room, and did not forget to check the passport and coins necessary for the agent to infiltrate before leaving.

It's time for the final decapitation operation.

Without the assistance of Task Force 141 headquarters, he had to sneak into Dubai alone and struggled for a while, and when he finally arrived near the Burj Al Arab and began to lurk, ten days had passed.

The world's most luxurious seven-star hotel, the palatial Burj Al Arab is located on an artificial island by the sea in Dubai, resembling a bulging light blue sail.

Before the operation, I patiently observed for a few days, although there was no trace of Makarov, but the security measures of the Burj Al Arab Hotel were obviously much stricter than usual, and a large number of black-clothed people with weapons kept coming in and out, and the discerning people knew that there was a problem at a glance.

-- Makarov, that's right, he's hiding here.

In that case, there is no need to wait any longer.

When night falls, Soap begins to climb up the glass curtain wall and infiltrate the Burj Al Arab following a previously planned route.

But just when he slipped to the side of the hotel and was about to wait for the opportunity to act, the accident suddenly happened.

The sudden roar of the Burj Al Arab tore through the silence of the night, and the main entrance of the Burj Al Arab lit up with a huge muzzle flame of a machine gun, which was like a dazzling firework in the dark night.

Although he didn't know what the situation was, Soap immediately lay down, raised the M14EBR in his hand, and aimed the scope at the location where the gunfire broke out in front of the Burj Al Arab, and then he was taken aback:

Two guys wearing heavy bulletproof armor shaped like spacesuits, one holding an M240 general-purpose machine gun, swept through the black-clad guards standing guard in front of the hotel with tyrannical firepower. It looks like he's going to rush right in and kill.

"Who is that?" Soap looked in amazement at the two clumsy figures in the sniper scope, the kind of armor he had often seen on the body of the "Dreadnought" before.

Then, with the slight tilt of one of the shoulders, he immediately recognized the identity of the guy:

"Captain Price?"

- The old guy had been shot twice in the shoulder, so his movements were slightly deformed, and Soap, who was his old teammate, would not be mistaken at all, and that person must be Price.

"The old man is so unrestrained, where have your tactics gone......"

Looking at the two Pricers who entered the Burj Al Arab directly in the scope, a helpless smile appeared on Soap's face.

Listening to the fierce firefights that erupted in the hotel, he began to continue his plan of action. With the gun behind his back, climb up the wall on the outside of the building.

A battle broke out in the hideout, and Makarov was probably preparing to flee, and a sudden sneak attack might have caught the guy by surprise.

Realizing this, Soap also sped up his climb, and when he reached about the fifteenth floor, he suddenly heard the sound of a helicopter propeller.

Shooting and smashing the window next to him, the wolf jumped into the room and rolled around, and before he could even pull out the glass shards inserted in his clothes, he saw several men in black rush into the house and aim their guns at themselves.

"It's like it used to be, man."

After pulling out his gun and shooting several soldiers in front of him, he was about to march upstairs when he found two dazzling "shooting stars" rushing towards him, and the helicopter outside the building launched missiles.

"Hell."

Thinking that the missiles were coming at him, Soap immediately fell to the ground, only to find that the two missiles did not hit him, but hit an ascending open-air elevator outside the building.

And standing in the elevator were the two figures wearing bulletproof armor that I had just seen.

"Oops."

Seeing that the top of the elevator was hit by a missile, making a piercing grinding sound and falling downstairs, Soap's heart sank.

-- Even if you were wearing bulletproof armor, you would definitely die if you fell from such a high building.

Seeing that Price's situation was not good, Soap immediately gave up the hunt for Makarov for the time being, climbed a few more floors down the wall, and found the wreckage of the elevator.

But he didn't see Price, only Yuri, who was badly injured and fell to the ground, with a steel bar pierced in his abdomen.

After seeing himself who had been recognized as dead by everyone, Yuri was unexpectedly not surprised, but coughed up blood and said, "...... Help me put the rebar ...... Pull it out. ”

"If you pull it out, you'll die." Soap stared at the immobile Russian guy who fell to the ground.

Judging from Yuri's injury, pulling out the steel bar will undoubtedly cause Yan zhòng to bleed. The feeling of despair of losing too much blood and chilling all over my body has been taught me twice before.

"I ...... Want...... Kill Makarov. ”

Yuri's voice was faint, but steely.

Hearing Yuri's wishes, Soap nodded, crouched beside him, and held the steel bars that ran through his body with his hands:

"It might hurt a little, bear with me."

"Ahh

In Yuri's screams, Soap pulls out the rebar and throws the blood-stained rebar aside. Extend your right hand to the strong soldier:

"Can you stand up?"

"Can ......"

Yuri clutched the bleeding wound in his abdomen, grabbed the soapy hand and slowly stood up. Just by looking at the way his face turned pale and his whole body trembled, Soap knew that he was suffering extremely intensely at the moment.

"We ...... Let's go. Yuri said slowly.

"Hmm." Soap went through the window and up the stairs of the Burj Al Arab.

It's time to put an end to this. R1152