This Game Is Too Realistic

In the northern suburbs of Yongye Port, two trucks were parked in an open space near the wilderness.

The bed of the truck was open, and there were a handful of shiny black assault rifles inside.

The eyes of the Hyena gang members standing in front of the truck were wide-eyed, especially York, who had a groove on his chest. Looking at one of the large-caliber shotguns, his greedy pupils wished for green light to shine out.

These weapons are the legion's standard equipment.

In addition to the common "blade" assault rifle, there is even a 7-caliber "tear" light machine gun!

The latter is a newly designed light weapon equipment for the Borneo war zone by the Southern Army Equipment Manufacturing Bureau based on the needs of the frontline battlefield.

At present, this machine gun has been put into production, and the first batch of products has been shipped to the warehouse in Yongye Port.

What's interesting is that this extremely suppressive light machine gun has not yet been used by the frontline troops, but it has first taken advantage of the gang members in Blackwater Lane.

Four "disciples" of the Enlightenment Society stood beside the two trucks, staring intently at the group of villains. Of course, they are not real disciples of the Enlightenment Society, but officers of the garrison's intelligence section.

The caliber of that thing is less than 30 mm, and one shell can cut a person in two.

"Really?! This is really... amazing! It is definitely possible to produce snake oil directly from raw materials. Your production capacity can be increased seven times compared to now - oh yes, it is not even possible ten times!"

"That's enough, that's enough!" Morse said with a pleasant smile on his face and a respectful nod, "I'll give you half a day, and I promise to give you a satisfactory explanation."

Looking at Taran standing at the door of the factory, Morse smiled ferociously and threw the head in his hands on the ground. In the southwest corner of White Water Lane, in the middle of a crowded slum, sits a canning factory.

Next to me were two brothers with PU-9 submachine guns on their waists, and behind me stood the manager of the factory. Listening to the noisy gunfire, Taran felt his blood boiling in his chest, wishing he had to show his hand in person.

Two truckloads of munitions!

The manager puffed up his chest and said with joy.

"Are those weapons enough?" Taran said with a smile, looking at the tamed hyena. Seeing that I was talking, Taran patted my shoulder.

The numbness of the muscles in both arms made me feel as if these fragmented pieces of flesh had been chopped out with my own hands. Why is it the alliance that pours poison out of our mouths, but the people who say they care about us the most?

Let alone a big character like He De, I don't even have the confidence to go to the backline and kill a thousand-man team! About eighty gangsters quickly took action and searched the factory. "Damn...is there a war outside there too?!"

However, if you lift the curtain and walk outside, you will find a scene of indifference. Just as we were shouting in panic, a gunshot suddenly exploded outside the factory. Seeing the death of their leader, the big guys of the Iron Hand Gang immediately squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Raggu smiled and patted my shoulder.

"Let's go and see your trophies."

They hate these villains from the bottom of their hearts. However, for the sake of higher interests, they had to put aside their status and cooperate with these guys.

Although the furious Raggu resisted desperately, he was outnumbered after all. He was shot eight times in the chest and fell to the ground with his eyes bulging inward.

It must be an action by the military or garrison. We may not have any news at all. "Tsk, he's a big guy."

As the big guys rummaged around, we slowly found new clues.

The manager outside the security room was obviously dead or dying, and everyone outside the abandoned factory was also overwhelmed by the rush.

"Quiet!"

"Hahaha!!! Go to hell!"

Taran smiled and patted He Dezhi on the shoulder with an expression of appreciation. The eldest brother said in a panic.

The outside was probably a place for discarding waste. Several plastic boxes half as tall as a person were stuffed with empty medicines and medicine boards made of tin foil.

There was a trace of ferocity on my face, and I pulled the trigger firmly.

..... Put the flammable and explosive items back into the warehouse, and then squat by the wall with your hands on your head until they break down. Don't let my mother run around and get scratched by stray bullets! I will reimburse their heads! "

A group of workers from Borneo are busy working on the assembly line.

He Dezhi said nothing, because at that moment my eldest brother ran over and spoke to me calmly. "I locked myself out! This door is too strong. You should retreat."

I quickly rushed upstairs, rushed out of the security room, grabbed the phone, and reported the situation there to my boss.

The rapidly exploding ammunition scattered like fireworks, swishing around outside the factory, and one of them even almost landed outside the warehouse where flammable and explosive materials were stored.

"There's a living person hiding outside the security room! He's the manager of that factory!" Whether it's related to the lower levels of the guard team, that's all we have to think about!

He looked down on these dirty hyenas from the bottom of his heart, but they had already come this far, so he had no choice but to keep going.

"...What's wrong with him man?"

"York, he and his people will stay where they are, and I will search for you!"

Behind the 30mm cannon, the half-man-high low wall looked like paper.

Morse cursed a little and wanted to ask someone to bring the rocket launcher, but he remembered that he only had one rocket launcher, and the expression on his face suddenly became awkward.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his restless emotions, Taran looked at the assistant standing beside him with a beaming look, and said with a hint of showoff.

Morse glanced back at the direction of Taran and He De, winked at the former, then took the rifle and went into battle personally, leading a group of gang members to retreat from the factory.

Following the footsteps of an older brother, Taran and Morse slowly arrived at a secluded warehouse. Tony nodded reluctantly, tightly closing his mouth without saying a word.

There is no doubt about it.

What are the identities of those guys? !

Raggu thought for a long time and then remembered that there was no ruthless person in Baishui Lane who could get military assault rifles, and he could get so few at one time.

Whether it was the Iron Hand Gang or the hyena gang members wearing scarves, they all froze in place with cold hands and feet, and forgot to fire for a while.

"That's not what the boss meant." "Use that thing."

Seeing the machine gun aiming at them, the people holding assault rifles were so frightened that they rolled and crawled away, but were still chased by the shells fired and crushed into a pool of bloody fragments. .

Struggling to get up from the rubble, He De got up from the ground with a curse, sniffed, but his expression changed instantly.

"...Sharon."

Next to the container on the seventh floor, a burly woman was flipping through the cargo list.

“Did you find the snake oil?”

However, despite being frightened, I was even less confused.

Taran put his hand under my shoulder and frowned in confusion.

Since they are from a foreign race, unless they become a centurion or below in the regular army, it is almost possible to legally obtain the weapons of the regular army, and even if they do, they will not be able to possess them.

Two truckloads of munitions.

"Hahahahaha! Kant, he hides it so well. I never thought he would have such a gadget hidden outside his trouser pocket! How much did it cost?"

"The security personnel took out the guns. It's time for you to take action to suppress the situation. Prepare to attack me!" After a while, the sound of the submachine gun died down, and only the sound of the automatic rifle remained.

That’s the raw material used to make snake oil!

"Not him yet! He's going to notify the boss! Get up and run slower, damn it!" Those words made Tony feel at ease a little.

It's hard to see the difference in identity and status between the two parties from the disgraceful smile on the manager's face.

The roaring shock wave only pushed everyone who had entered the "dangerous distance" out, and the dust that was rolled up even obscured everyone's faces.

The firepower on the other side was normally ferocious, and they were all armed with automatic rifles, which knocked my group of brothers with submachine guns off their feet.

The seven gang members were instantly beaten to pieces, including their bunkers, and their bloody limbs and rubble were scattered on the ground.

Looking at the rocket launcher tube in Morse's hand, Raggu roared in shock and anger. Is this guy crazy? !

Looking at the approaching fire in the factory area, Raggu's normal calmness showed no sign of calmness at all.

There is no possibility that those guys are either our enemies! Or they are the ones who are eyeing our business!

Although He Dezhi was confused and understood what I meant, he immediately reacted after watching me operate it for a while and gave a thumbs up with sincere admiration.

A long and thick flame burst out from the slender iron pipe, dragging a small rocket towards the window.

We pounded the tranquilizers distributed to the wounded by the front office into powder, and then put them out of the extraction bottles to separate them. Several experts wearing chemical protective suits extracted the valuable ingredients and concentrated them into dark green. crystal.

He was once a wrestler in the boxing ring, but his legs were broken because he won a match that he should win. He was taken in by Kant and installed a military prosthetic body, and thus became a member of the Iron Hand Gang.

However, why do the prescription drugs issued by the front office appear there, and there are so few of them!

"...It's Sharon, a panic drug developed by the front office to treat the mental trauma of the wounded." My eyes drifted to Taran who was standing aside. I extinguished the cigarette butt in my hand, threw it to the ground and stomped on it. Went out.

Are we just the regular army that fights with each other on a daily basis? Who has ever seen such an awesome thing? ! When he reached a dangerous distance, Taran pressed the detonator without saying a word.

"Yes, yes!" The manager shouted in a panic, his voice was out of shape.

At the same time as I finished speaking, I reached out and pulled up the manager who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and pushed the daredevil towards the stairs.

"Bad, bad, that's his certificate for joining the association!" "What the hell! I'll fight him!"

"Tch, it's really troublesome."

Talan kicked the soda package next to him with the toe of his shoe, and a hint of amusement appeared on Taran's face.

It may be difficult for others, but it is simply too difficult for an experienced player like me.

Seeing the head sticking out of the window, Morse clicked his tongue, suddenly lost the desire to show off, and threw the hot launch tube to his brother beside him.

After emptying one magazine, I replaced it with a new one, set up the two thick and long barrels and aimed them at the factory wall. Others knew about my boss's relationship with the military, but I was very vague.

Looking at the big group of escaping gangsters, a hearty laugh burst out of my mouth. The business for the veterans of the Wilant people has no military background... "Morse, is he crazy?! Does he know what he is doing?"

Two white and thick gun barrels stuck out of the window. Raggu turned the winch vigorously and aimed the caliper at several large minions who were leaning on the back of the bunker and shooting into the factory area.

Taran chuckled, but said in her heart that it's none of your business, it's just a pretense of deception. "Those people are quite useful, aren't they? You must use your own people. If something goes wrong, there won't be big casualties." A series of deafening explosions echoed in the factory area, and thick and long tracers were like strings. Like an arrow!

The exploding metal jet instantly penetrated the mantlet of the anti-aircraft gun, blasting the entire receiver structure into a pile of scrap metal. I have never seen such a battle before.

I howled and rushed down, and before the anti-aircraft gun noticed me, I pulled the trigger from a distance of 200 meters.

"yes!"

After all, the hourly wage there is eight times what we work in our hometown. Working hard there for a day is better than working for a week in our hometown.

"what happened?"

"If he understands, you need him to redesign a production line and use new raw materials to produce old products." Looking at the other side's little guy's self-ceasefire, the Hyena Gang, who was on the verge of collapse, regained their morale, wailing He shouted and rushed down.

Taran clicked his tongue heavily, without any sympathy in his heart, he just raised his head and looked into the factory.

I slapped the back of my nose with my palm, and saw Morse, covered in blood, walking up from the stairs with a head in his hands.

Hearing the self-proclaimed words that came out of my mouth, Taran quickly cast a questioning look at me. "How is the production of the new batch of goods going?"

"What a waste!"

When I walked to the door of the factory, a bloody smell hit my face. Morse grinned heavily and whistled.

It was just the gang members who were frightened, and even Tony, who was standing far in front of us, was also frightened. The noses of these Borneo people have not yet smelled it, but it smells normal and pungent to us.

Tony's Adam's apple moved and a sentence came out of his mouth. An energetic roar slowly came from the factory.

His self-confidence is like this, let alone my commander Daniel, even my commander's commander's commander, the commander-in-chief of the garrison, Captain Willoughby Ten Thousand, may not be able to deal with it.

Ignorant people are worshiped everywhere, even in places like White Water Lane. When it comes to being crazy, there is someone in the entire Whitewater Alley who can beat me.

My Adam's apple moved up and down, and my shoulders began to tremble. Who sold us that thing?

Before I could finish my words, a deafening explosion suddenly came from inside the factory. But at that moment, a little person from the Enlightenment Society resolved my embarrassment.

But since the other party's initiative is serious, it's my fault! Why?

We looked at the fellow villagers beside us and exchanged panicked looks.

Raggu roared loudly, urging his eldest brother to lift me up to the window, then turned over and sat down, and pushed the curved magazine back into the slot with a click.

Looking at the hands that continued to suffer casualties, Morse's eyes turned red, and he snatched the Iron Fist rocket launcher from the hand beside him.

Scratching the front of his head with a bloody hand, Morse looked back at the factory and shouted to his brothers who had not yet taken control of the entire factory.

The manager's expression was shocked, and an expression of ecstasy immediately appeared on his face.

Thinking of that, Raggu's expression became warm. He waved to his elder brother and dragged out the seven-unit anti-aircraft cannon stored outside the warehouse.

Because of the fear of alien rebellion, the Southern Army has always been very tolerant of arms control by aliens.

"Brothers, get away! Those who resist must use their hands, and just leave a few obedient ones alive!"

"We have produced 70 kilograms now! The workers from Borneo are becoming more and more confident. Their production efficiency has doubled compared to when they first came there. The return of your raw materials is even slower than ours. The work speed is amazing.”

I must say that I have not believed in the strength of the Enlightenment Society, but now I only have admiration in my heart. "...You have to remind him that if that batch of arms flows into the civilian population, it will have little impact on you."

...

I stuck my head out of the window and happened to see Morse's disgusting face, not to mention this crazy laughter.

Gangsters with guns and ammunition stood at the entrance of the factory, and just in front of the entrance we were guarding, rows of long tables were displayed, just like a continuously running assembly line.

"The efficiency of recovering large pills from these small soldiers is too high, and the cost of purification is too low. Secrecy is also a problem. Your boss managed to secure the supply of first-tier suppliers. In the past, you could directly Use snake plant to produce snake oil.”

"What?"

Taran coughed heavily.

At the same time, before He De finished counting the equipment, he returned to Taran and Tony with a dim smile.

"Drag! The window is slow!"

There is no nitric acid, no sulfuric acid, and no glycerin there...it is not a hard job to handle a glass flask. "Where are the people?"

Raggu raised his gun towards the roof and roared angrily. This rough voice instantly silenced the chaotic factory building.

The crackle of gunfire was heard in the factory.

"Skull Crusher, Raggu, Kant's confidant, but it's a pity that this guy himself is there."

The bang-bang-bang sound of fire resounded through the square of the factory area again, and the hyena gang members who were besieging the factory fled. The power of this explosion perfectly met Taran's expectations, and even exceeded my expectations.

boom--!

While flipping through the inventory list in his hand, Raggu asked the manager behind him.

Standing in the factory, Lag Gugei lit a cigarette, walked to a window, opened the curtain and took a look inside the window.

Seeing the rockets flying towards him, Raggu's eyes widened and he threw himself aside almost instinctively.

Because of his meticulous thinking, his style of doing things, and his loyalty, Kant quickly handed over the most profitable business of the Iron Hand Gang to me.

"He is the worst." He De gave me a meaningful look, turned around and returned to the car parked nearby.

Even though the working environment there is good and there is a lack of necessary production protection, the workers from Borneo still work hard without any complaints.

"That's too far-fetched. There are Borneo laborers everywhere. Just rely on that clue to prove what it is... You need fewer clues, at worst, clues that point directly to the Alliance."

And before I saw those empty medicine bottles, the bad premonition in my heart became stronger and stronger. The gang members supervising the production were smoking cigarettes on the sidelines, all willing to get too close to the "production workshop". Restraining the joy in his heart, He Dezhi nodded and ordered.

"Everyone gets the stolen goods, but there is no production and inventory list, and there is no Borneo laborer responsible for producing addictive drugs... I know that the former can prove the relationship between that batch of goods and the alliance."

"You know, but no matter what, their threat is greater than these addictive drugs, right? Just let these social trash kill each other, can we make a difference? No matter how talented we are, What is the 902mm gun capable of?"

This bloody and cruel scene scared the gang members who were fighting at the scene. The manager had a cold smile on his face and reported quickly.

The same goes for Kant. "Fuck!"

After saying those words, Taran also waited for Tony's answer and took the initiative to walk behind, towards the factory where the gunfire had not stopped.

"That's right." Raggu objected and nodded, but slowly changed the subject and said, "When the batch of raw materials is used up, give the workers two days off and stop production in advance."

"That's simply too difficult. I'll leave it to you -" My reminder was obviously a step too late.

At this moment, Kant still didn't realize that after the garrison focused on my transaction, a mad dog with a high spirit had not yet spotted me first by some strange combination of circumstances.

There was only a loud "boom" sound, and the flames of the explosion instantly collapsed the entire wall of the security room, leaving only a lone blast-proof door lying on the ground.

And the fact is indeed the case. This burly woman is Kant's number one warrior, known as "Skull Crusher" Raggu.

Raggu was so frightened that he broke out in hot sweat, and his heart was even more frightened.

As an operator of the Intelligence Department, this is the first time I heard that there is such a little guy hiding outside Baishui Alley! ?

At this moment, the crackling gunshots had not yet been heard in the factory, and the attackers had not yet interacted with the security guards inside.

My attitude was much more respectful than before, like a vicious dog that has recognized its master. Tony felt his heartbeat slowing down.

Picking up an empty medicine bottle from the ground, Tony frowned, and then his pupils shrank slightly. Yes, that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of those people!

Few chemicals are used in the purification process, and some of them are harmless and weak in volatility. It's enough to arm two centurions!

Everyone, including Morse and Taran, sniffed subconsciously, and then their consciousness seemed to be covered by a transparent film, and everything behind their eyes became illusory.

The head looked like it had been chopped off with a fire axe, and there were no signs of blunt force blows under the neck. The boss told me to use that thing if I could, because it would be very troublesome after all. “Bang bang bang——!!!”

The natives in the small desert have suffered so much that we cannot endure it without complaint, and we may even feel that we have taken advantage of them.

This roaring sound made everyone freeze in place, including the Borneo workers standing behind the long table, whose expressions all changed.

The doors and windows of the factory were tightly covered with cloth curtains. At first glance, it looked like a well-run factory that had closed down. Seeing the concern in the manager's eyes, Raggu smiled lightly and continued.

Putting the processed formula outside the glass jars, Taran carried the two glass jars directly to the door of the security room, and personally inserted detonators into the two jars.

"It's not poisonous! Damn-"

"Stop?" The manager was stunned for a moment and said worriedly, "But boss, I—"

I took off my gaming helmet with a confused look on my face, glanced around at the unfamiliar furnishings around me, and couldn't help but blurt out a national curse.