This Game Is Too Realistic

Inside a half-collapsed abandoned building.

Karl, who was lying next to the damaged wall, held the sniper rifle in his hand and aimed at the street 800 meters away. He pulled the trigger from time to time to clear out targets exposed outside the bunker.

The view here is very wide, the entire street is covered by his gun, even if a mouse wants to sneak in here, it can't escape his eyes.

"The fifth one...die!"

In the scope, a survivor carrying a rocket launcher had a stream of blood mist exploded from the back of his head. The survivor next to him seemed startled, but did not panic. He immediately bent down to pick up the rocket launcher in his hand, and hid in a nearby bunker with the others.

"How many rats are there left in this endless group of rats?"

Cursing secretly, Carl took a deep breath, skillfully pulled the bolt of the gun to remove the cartridge case, began to look for the next target, and continued to pull the trigger to fire.

Team C has engaged the enemy and is engaging in fierce firefights with local survivors.

The fighting at the entrance to Fa Yuen Street subway station was extremely tragic, with machine gun bullets weaving a web of death on the empty street!

However, the intensive firepower did not scare the survivors. Even if their teammates were beaten into pieces around them, they would still launch an attack heroically.

This made Karl feel incredible. He could not imagine what kind of courage this was, let alone what made them so fearless of death.

Even though he had successfully suppressed at least three teams and held back at least a dozen people, the situation of Team C had not improved in any way, and they were still dragged into a bitter battle by the human sea tactics of these survivors.

The voice of teammates came from the communication channel.

"Damn it, I've already played all the drums. If we weren't in the northern suburbs, I would have thought our opponent was the Wave!"

"Karl! How many people did you see?"

"Forty... no, maybe fifty," licking his cracked lips, Carl said while aiming at his prey, "You'd better be prepared for a tough battle, as far as I can see When you reach the target, you are just like an ant!”

"Fuck! I never heard there were so many survivors in the northern suburbs. Are they all here?!"

"perhaps."

Iron Fist rocket launcher, "Ripper" rifle, and the legion's ancestral 60 bayonet!

Looking at these familiar equipment, Karl's eyelids jumped wildly, and he always had an ominous premonition.

He can be sure that they are not members of the legion. In this case, there is only one possibility. They have defeated the legion at least once on the frontal battlefield!

Even if it's just the remnants of the legion!

It is impossible to defeat the Legion on the frontal battlefield with just these cannon fodder, unless they have other trump cards.

At this time, there was sudden movement downstairs.

As a professional scout in the team, Karl's nerves tensed up instantly. He immediately put away his sniper rifle, pulled out the pistol stuck in his waist, and approached the door with low footsteps.

The movement downstairs seemed to disappear.

Most of the walls here are damaged, and only the load-bearing walls are barely intact. Most of the rest of the space has become a paradise for alien species. In addition to gnawing, there are also some mutant rats and cockroaches.

He didn't clear the entire building of alien species.

But he was certain that the noise was definitely not coming from alien species!

Thinking of the suspected awakened person he met yesterday, Carl felt that his heart was already in his throat.

There was silence all around.

It was so quiet that he could even hear his own heartbeat.

Looking at the crazily flashing signal lights of the communication channel, a drop of cold sweat slipped across Karl's forehead.

He knew that he couldn't delay here any longer and must move to a new sniper point as soon as possible to provide support for Team C who was in a tough fight!

We can only take the initiative!

With a sudden change in his heart, he held the pistol, carefully walked out of the room, and moved towards the next room. There is a two-step wide hole there, which can be dropped directly to

The sound of movement should be near the safe passage. After going down, as long as you cross from the corridor to the entrance of the safe passage, you can kill them from behind by surprise!

With his feet touching the ground, Karl squatted down. However, just when he was about to get close to the wall, an arrow flew past his head!

"Grass!"

The startled Karl cursed angrily, leaned out of the bunker and fired three shots in the direction of the arrow. He pulled out the grenade with his other hand without hesitation and threw it forward.

boom--!

The fragmentation grenade detonated, sending shrapnel raging in the empty hall, attracting the nibblers from the next room.

Karl didn't panic at all. The number of people on the other side was unknown, and there was only one person on his side. The more chaotic the situation, the more beneficial it would be to him.

This is also the reason why he didn't eliminate the alien species from the adjacent floors!

When necessary, those gnawers will become his most reliable shield, covering his transfer between floors!

At this moment, another cold arrow flew over his head and nailed the concrete wall behind him.

Karl sneered in his heart.

Bow and arrow?

In what age is this, there are still people using such primitive weapons. I dare to challenge myself without even having a gun. I am really tired of living!

"Besides sneak attacks, is this all you have?"

Before the last half syllable was spoken, a loud explosion came from behind Karl. He didn't notice that the arrow he shot earlier had three thumb-thick round tubes tied to the side of the arrow.

The 3x50g charge exploded instantly, and 3x20 steel balls exploded like a shower, sweeping across the room. Caught off guard, Karl's back was blown to pieces and he screamed in pain.

"ah--!"

Miserable howls and blood were squeezed out of Karl's throat.

In the smoke, a figure walked towards him.

Reacting almost instinctively, Karl reluctantly raised his pistol, pointed it at the man and fired several times. However, he only saw the bullet hitting the man's breastplate and scratching a string of sparks, like scratching an itch without causing any damage.

The magazine is empty.

Despair was written on Carl's face.

The man walked up to him, gently reached out and took hold of his right hand holding the gun, and easily took the pistol out of his hand.

And easily crushed his wrist.

Seeing the red target curled up on the ground and wailing like a maggot, Lao Bai lowered his head and glanced at the scratches on his breastplate, and couldn't help but praise it.

"Damn, this armor is so useful!"

It is indeed the armor that the administrator once used!

Ordinary bullets cannot penetrate at all!

At most, he can add a few more medals of honor to his breastplate!

Guangfeng, who was walking from the next room carrying a javelin, glanced at the man curled up on the ground and screaming.

"What is he saying?"

Fang Chang: "Maybe he's begging for mercy? That's how it's usually shot in movies."

Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang and asked, "Speaking of the bounty mission, did you say you would keep prisoners?"

Fang Chang thought for a moment and said: "200 silver coins should be the minimum guarantee. I think this sniper will be of great use, why don't you keep it for now... Ye Shi, what are you playing at?"

"Damn, this sniper rifle is so cool!"

Holding the sniper rifle he picked up from the ground, Ye Shi rubbed his right hand against the barrel repeatedly, his eyes shining as if he had discovered a treasure.

The light green shell, the thick receiver, the secure length and the flash hider on the muzzle all demonstrate its power. What excited him the most was that the optical sight on the upper rail had a maximum magnification of 6 times, and the magnification and focal length were adjustable!

This is much better than the homemade telescope he bought from the NPC store!

"I have decided," Ye Shiyi looked at Fang Chang with a serious face, "I will call it Cannon from now on!"

Hearing this name, Fang Chang couldn't help but complain.

"Can you give me a name that's a little less earthy?"

Ye Shi rolled his eyes.

"Tch, no matter how earthy it is, it can still compare to your Daybreak earth."

“It’s dirt there at Daybreak!!”

"...Okay, there are still people outside," Guang Feng said while looking at the streets outside through the corridor window, "I've got 200 silver coins, what should I say? Do you want to continue?"

Staring at the street filled with gunshots below, Fang Chang suddenly felt something in his heart and looked at Ye Shi and said.

"Ye Shi, can we fight from here?"

"Let me see!"

Ye Shi, who was holding a sniper rifle, came to the window, glanced outside, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's a bit far, and the viewing angle isn't very good...but it shouldn't be a big problem."

"The map is 800 meters away. We are now on the 19th floor." Fang Chang shook his shoulder. "The brother in the team who is the first to pull the big bolt is up to you."

…

Eight hundred meters away.

Entrance to Fa Yuen Street MTR Station.

Gunshots rang out continuously, and the whole street was in chaos.

Players used homemade smoke bombs made of phosphorus, potassium nitrate and sugar to seal the smoke in the streets, and threw clay grenades made of black powder. Bullets from miscellaneous weapons were fired at the mercenaries as if they were free. The position was greeted and advanced to the middle of the street in just three minutes.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Damn, how many more of them are there!"

"I don't know! I only know that if I keep fighting like this, I will run out of bullets!"

The pungent smell of gunpowder filled the entire road, and bullets were flying in the air.

The flames from the machine gun illuminated Lambert's face red. At first he only fired bursts, but later he had to respond with strafing fire, and now the barrel of the gun was already hot.

However, even so, it still cannot stop the surging offensive of these survivors!

Are these people crazy? !

Aren't they afraid of death?

In order to prevent being overwhelmed by the sea of ​​people, Team C's defense line had to withdraw again and again, and finally retreated to the entrance of Huayuan Street Subway Station.

Lambert, who had remounted his machine gun, couldn't help but curse in the communication channel.

"Damn it! Where's Karl! Is that idiot asleep?"

"I have a bad feeling..."

"No matter what premonition you have, hold your position for me! Our teams A and B are still on the subway

While he was talking, the teammate next to Lambert had a stream of blood mist rising from his chest, and he fell to the ground before he could even let out a muffled groan.

"Sniper!"

Lambert was terrified and was about to retreat when two more rockets pierced the smoke. One rocket entered the subway station and the other hit the concrete stone bunker in front of them.

The fire from the explosion almost scorched his hair. Lambert, who fell to the ground, rolled and crawled, grabbed his teammate's rifle and hid in the subway.

After crossing the security checkpoint and running all the way to the platform, he jumped into the carriage, raised his rifle and aimed it at the stairs behind him.

He said while panting.

"This is Team C. The surface position has been lost. We must find new ones-"

Halfway through his words, a strong wind suddenly hit behind him and hit Lambert hard on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.

"Hahaha! I got my money back, I got my money back!" The mosquito, carrying the steel bar, was so excited that he wanted to give this red-named elite monster another stick.

It’s so satisfying to pick up a head for free!

"What are you so excited about? This is only 200 silver, and there is still one head left before you can get your money back - what the hell?"

Mole, who came from the next car with him, took a quick look at the pitch-black rifle on the ground.

Reaching out to pick it up from the ground, Mole's eyes flashed with excitement as he looked at the tactical flashlight and vertical grip hanging on the rail under the muzzle.

"This rifle is so cool..."

Although it's not as good as his Black Swan, selling it for two to three hundred silver coins shouldn't be a problem, right?

"A pistol, and two grenades... this body armor should also work!"

Zhang Hai, who was holding his buttocks, had slipped over from the next car at some point and was touching the elite monster excitedly with his free hand, muttering to himself while touching it.

"Get rich, get rich."

The mosquito and the mole looked at each other and communicated silently.

‘What does it have to do with him? ’

‘The devil knows! ’

…

surface.

The street adjacent to Fa Yuen Street MTR station.

Looking at the smoke filling the air in the distance, it was obviously a temperature of ten or twenty degrees below zero, but Liu Jiuyue felt sweat dripping from his palms.

While escorting the camel team back to Brown's Farm, he happened to pass by and witnessed the entire battle from beginning to end.

There was only one thought in his mind.

That’s so strong!

The guard beside him swallowed and whispered to another guard.

"Finished?"

"Seems to be……"

"What is hidden in this subway station? Why are not only the people from the northern suburbs, but also the mercenaries from Boulder City appearing here?"

"No matter what is hidden, it is not something we can control," Liu Jiuyue swallowed and continued, interrupting the whispers of the guards.

"Keep on going, the battle is over."

Wetland Park’s neighbors may be more powerful than they think.

He suddenly understood why Mr. Brown took the initiative to donate food to those people...

…

Boulder Sound Radio Headquarters.

As the ace radio host, House was sitting in the broadcast room at the moment, with his feet on the table and looking at the press release just sent by his colleagues.

Although it was a very relaxed posture, his expression was not relaxed, and even gradually showed a trace of solemnity and tension.

Suddenly, he sat up straight from his chair and looked at his colleagues standing in the studio.

"The Black Snake Mercenary Group lost? Lost to a group of country bumpkins? How is this possible! Is there something wrong?!"

The colleague standing in the broadcast room shook his head and said.

"You are not the only one who is surprised. I confirmed it twice with the reporter from the observatory, but I got the same result."

"The sneak attack by the Black Snake Mercenary Group completely angered the hillbillies in the northern suburbs. They sent at least a hundred people to encircle and suppress them. The team that Captain Prut left on the surface was completely wiped out, and the remaining two teams were besieged in the subway. Inside the station, it seems that things are going to be very bad now.”

"According to the news from the Central Casino, a lot of people watched our program today and placed bets. We will broadcast this news in fifteen minutes. Please prepare."

After saying that, he turned around and left the studio, closing the door behind him.

House's face turned blue and white, and the hand holding the press release turned into a fist.

Although it was not the group of mercenaries he hired, and Prit was not his acquaintance or friend, but not long ago, he had put down 500 chips to kill two people in the Black Snake mercenary group.

That's his entire week's pay!

If this report is true, his work this week has been in vain.

"This group of guys who succeed only in failure are so disgraceful. They should all go to hell! It's best not to come back!"

House swore and crumpled the press release into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.

He decided to write a new one and scold the group of country bumpkins in the northern suburbs who bullied the minority and had no moral ethics!

…

One kilometer away from Huayuan Street MRT Station.

Chu Guang, wearing an exoskeleton, sat on a bench on the street, overlooking the smoke-filled battlefield through the Hummingbird drone connected to V.

The player has already rushed to the entrance of the subway station. It only took less than a quarter of an hour from arriving on the battlefield to taking over the subway station.

Except for the man who escaped into the subway station, the other three mercenaries were all killed by the random shots of his little players.

The entrance to Vault 117 is located in the middle of the tunnel.

There are almost no bunkers available there, and it can be expected that those mercenaries will definitely guard the exit of the shelter.

With a faint smile on his lips, Chu Guang stretched out his hand to hold the war hammer leaning on the side and stood up from the bench.

"Finally it's my turn to appear."

…

Under the surface.

In the tunnel of Fa Yuen Street MTR station.

"Damn it! Team C is gone, we have to rely on ourselves now!"

Listening to the noise coming from the communication channel, Jerry cursed angrily and put the rifle in his hand on the stairs next to the tunnel.

This is the only ground shelter available in the tunnel.

The captain left them alone and entered Vault 117 alone. As the captain of Team B, he was ordered to guard the entrance at all costs.

However, even with two light machine guns and two rocket launchers, it still couldn't bring him enough sense of security.

They had no reinforcements.

The only ones left here are the last ones.

According to the intelligence provided by Team C, they will face more than ten times the strength of the troops. Jerry wasn't even sure if he had enough ammunition to last until the regiment leader came out of the shelter.

At this time, there was a loud noise from the other end of the tunnel.

Not just Jerry, everyone's heart was in their throats.

A figure appeared in the tunnel.

He was wearing steel armor and holding a war hammer in his hand, pointing at them provocatively.

The moment he saw the figure appearing in the tunnel, Jerry roared out with almost all his strength.

"Fire!"

Da da da--!

Orange-yellow bullets poured from both sides of the tunnel, cutting towards the man like scissors, forming a dense network of firepower.

However, a jaw-dropping scene happened.

The hundreds of bullets that poured out in an instant were like hitting an invisible wall, with no reaction at all.

Not even a ripple!

Lao Bai, who was holding the hammer with one hand instead of using both hands, shouted excitedly at the center of the storm.

"Damn it! This hammer is too awesome!"

A few minutes ago, the administrator handed this war hammer to him and told him that he only needed to press the button on the handle, point the hammer at the enemy, and make a taunting movement.

Before entering the tunnel, Lao Bai was worried about whether he could withstand it, but now it seems that this worry is completely unnecessary!

The nitrogen shield opened from the top of the warhammer was like a transparent umbrella, blowing away all the incoming bullets.

The fire net looked fierce, but it didn't even touch his armor!

"Come on, use more force!"

"Is this all you can do? Didn't you have lunch?"

Lao Bai was not sure whether these elite monsters could understand his non-standard Mandarin, and he was even less sure whether they could hear him when they were drowned by the gunfire.

But it's not important.

Just be handsome and that’s it!

Such exciting tasks, please be sure to do more!

Seeing the "monster" standing motionless in the center of the fire, Jerry was frightened and quickly ordered his men to set up the rocket launcher.

However, before the man carrying the rocket launcher pulled the trigger, a bullet as powerful as a cannonball tore his upper body into pieces.

Jerry was stunned.

But in just a second, he came back to his senses and realized what had happened, and his expression suddenly changed wildly.

Gauss rifle!

These northern suburbs rednecks actually have Gauss rifles!

These mercenaries were not given enough time to think about countermeasures.

Seeing Lao Bai successfully attracting the firepower from the opposite side, Chu Guang put away his Gauss rifle and decisively blew the whistle in his mouth.

A shrill whistle echoed through the tunnel.

Deafening shouts of death rang out at the same time, and the players with bayonets inserted poured from the platform into the tunnel like a flood that broke a bank.

"Kill!"

"Ula!"

"Demacia!"

"For the manager!"

"Crush them!"

My eardrums were so painful from the shouting.

Seeing the cold rays of light coming from the darkness, Jerry's heart was filled with panic, and his will was uncontrollably wavering.

At this moment, the monster wearing heavy armor and charging with a war hammer had already rushed in front of them. He raised his hand and waved it away, sending a machine gunner flying away.

Hand-to-hand combat begins.

As soon as a mercenary pulled out his dagger, he was stabbed into a sieve by countless bayonets.

It's over.

It's completely finished.

Even if their captain came out in power armor to save them, he wouldn't be able to break out from here.

Completely losing his will to fight, Jerry dropped the weapon in his hand like crazy, raised his hands above his head, and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"Stop!"

"We surrender!"