This Game Is Too Realistic

The noisy gunshots were like thunder, and the tracers passing through the streets were like flying rainstorms.

As usual in the fight, Morse, with a group of younger brothers, stood at the forefront of the fight.

What was different from usual was that he was holding a "tearing" light machine gun with a bullet chain inserted in his hand!

The ferocious muzzles of the guns sprayed fierce firepower, and the thick and long tongues of flame burned like torches, making the Iron Hand gang's thugs unable to open their eyes.

First, he took a look at the room on the roof of the casino, and after watching Tony escape from the window, Morse pointed the gun at the main entrance of the casino, laughed maniacally and pulled the trigger.

"Go to hell! Hahahaha! You bastards from the Iron Hand Gang!"

The roaring rain of bullets instantly tore apart the closed door. The thugs hiding on both sides of the main door had no chance to get out of the bunker to fight back. They could only retreat hastily and look for other stronger bunkers.

A thug holding a PU-9 submachine gun was unable to dodge and was hit by a machine gun bullet on his shoulder. His entire arm was torn off, leaving only half of the humerus dripping with blood.

"Ahhhh!!!"

A scream like a slaughtering pig rang out at the entrance of the casino, and was quickly drowned out by the roaring gunshots.

Morse was not the only one who took action. Hundreds of members of the Hyena Gang, all holding assault rifles, were also firing at the casino run by Tony.

The nearby civilians and gamblers had never seen such a scene before. They were all frightened by the sudden situation and fled the neighborhood near the "last game" as if they were desperate.

In less than five minutes, the entire street was empty except for the fighting gang members.

Facing the automatic fire from the Hyena Gang, the members of the Iron Hand Gang were beaten so hard that they could not lift their heads.

Although the PU-9 submachine guns in their hands are also good at street fighting, the power and penetration of 9mm submachine gun bullets are far behind those of 7mm rifle bullets and machine gun bullets.

What's more, the garrison spent a lot of money on the Wasp plan... at least that was the case before.

With the current level of firepower of the Hyena Gang, it would not be a shame even to be dragged to the front lines in Borneo, let alone deal with a group of gang members wandering the streets.

The heavy firepower destroyed half of the wall, and the exchange of fire in the street paused for a moment.

The Iron Hand Gang's outer defense line has collapsed, and all remaining personnel have withdrawn into the casino building.

Looking at the dozen corpses lying behind the concrete fragments, Morse waved his hand forward with a sinister smile.

York, who was holding a "Blade" assault rifle and biting a burning cigarette butt, rushed into the casino gate with a dozen of his boys with his bravery.

Bang-bang-bang gunfire erupted again, and everyone quickly took cover to take cover. Then they poked their rifles out of the bunker and fired towards the approximate location where the gunfire rang out from the opposite side.

Looking at the boys who had already controlled the gate, Morse calmly inserted a new ammunition chain into the smoking light machine gun, and then loaded it with a click.

"T-N-! Your Grandpa Morse is here!! Hahahaha!"

The butt of the machine gun was pressed against the shoulder pad of the bulletproof armor. Morse also held a cigarette in his mouth. As he strode toward the door, he pulled the trigger and fired "bang bang bang" at the flickering fire across the hall.

The face illuminated by the fire was full of ferocity, like a devil crawling out of the abyss.

And the places swept by his machine guns were all as if they had been washed by a typhoon, leaving only broken limbs and scattered debris.

Leaning behind a marble pillar, the security chief of "The Last Round" had fear written all over his face and his elbows were

Seeing more and more brothers falling, he gritted his teeth and shouted into the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder.

"Boss! That lunatic's firepower is too strong! Brothers can't stand it anymore——"

Before he finished speaking, Tony's roar came from the other end of the intercom.

"Then give me your life and fight! Reinforcements are coming soon, you just have to keep them out!"

After roaring into the intercom, Tony, who had already rushed to the second floor, felt his heart trembling as he listened to the gunshots coming from beneath his feet.

He didn't know where these idiots got so much firepower, and he didn't know what the Enlightenment was, let alone why the Enlightenment was targeting him.

He only knows one thing, if he can't solve this trouble, he will be finished!

And it’s completely finished!

If the guy sitting in the box loses a hair, all the gangs in Blackwater Lane will suffer!

No one can save him then!

Listening to the gunshots getting closer and closer, Tony gritted his teeth and wanted to reason with the guy downstairs, but he couldn't tell the name of the guest upstairs, so he could only yell while he was downstairs.

"Morse! What the hell do you want to do! First you blew up my factory, and now you come to make trouble in my casino. I never provoked you!"

Seeing no response from downstairs, he swallowed and lowered his posture.

"Do you want money? I'll give it to you! Tell me the amount! I'll give it to you now!"

Perhaps hearing the cowardice in his voice, there was unbridled laughter from downstairs.

"Money? Do you think I'm a beggar? Tony, you underestimate me, I want everything you have!"

Tony was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly became angry.

"Don't go too far! I'll give you face!"

Morse downstairs curled his lips and mocked.

"Excessive? Don't be ridiculous. We all work for the big shot. Do you think I will let you go for a few dinars? Today, you will die or I will live!"

Like a maggot with wings, he will soar into the sky and become a real big shot.

It won’t just be Blackwater Alley then.

The entire Yongye Port will leave his legend!

Tony's expression froze on his face, and then gradually became distorted.

"...this madman."

His brain was in chaos. At first he thought the guy was just talking crazy, but when he heard the determined voice, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Why haven't anyone from the garrison come yet?

If there was usually such a big commotion, the guards would have driven over in assault vehicles.

Could it be that that enlightenment meeting really had a powerful background? !

It's a pity that Peter didn't explain to him exactly what happened in the northwest city, and since he was not a Wilant, he was not interested in listening to what the Wilant people farted on the radio all day long.

The entire northwest city has turned into a mess. All the guards and even the garrison in the city have gathered there. Only the combat troops stationed at the port who are about to go to the front line have not moved.

At this juncture, naturally no one would pay attention to the news in Blackwater Alley.

Let alone a gang war, even if someone threw a nuclear bomb here, no one would care.

And just when Tony was in doubt, Morse became more and more sure of his guess. The person standing behind him had already overwhelmed Tony's backer, and even had a winning smile on his face.

The gentle coward who put ashes on his face didn't dare to show his face until now. He was completely suppressed and beaten unilaterally by himself. The people in the garrison seemed to be blind and ignored the movements in Blackwater Alley. Don't ask, even if you put the machine gun at the opponent's nostrils

Is there anything better than this to illustrate the strength of the Enlightenment Society?

With his confidence doubled, he became even crazier than before. Looking for the sound upstairs, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at the ceiling, laughed wildly, and pulled the trigger to shoot randomly.

Of course, the bullet couldn't penetrate the cement between floors, but it still shocked Tony who was standing on it.

Seeing more and more "hyenas" rushing into the casino, and the gunshots downstairs getting louder and more intense, he could only desperately urge his men to fill up above.

However, his thugs are human too.

Everyone joins gangs to seek money, and the more humble ones just want to protect themselves. No one wants to risk their lives.

Seeing that the garrison had not moved for a long time, and reinforcements were still arriving, the morale of the thugs guarding the first floor of the casino finally collapsed. They abandoned their positions and fled in panic.

The Iron Hand Gang is finished.

Even Tunney's most loyal men had no doubt that their end had come.

Factories in the suburbs were bombed, and the heads of the "Skull Crusher" were chopped off. Their leaders didn't even dare to fart, and even warned them not to cause trouble for each other.

And now, the people on the other side didn't even give them a chance to "behave with their tail between their legs" and just walked to their door with a machine gun.

Their boss has been abandoned by his backers.

This is the only explanation left...

All the smart people have run away, and the rest are either confused, not yet awake, or too awake.

Seeing the thugs guarding the first floor dying and running away, Morse grinned and did not catch up. He just glanced at the direction in which they were escaping, and then left the bunker, leading a group of The boys walked over the corpses on the floor to the stairs.

However, maybe he was too carried away, maybe he was so enthusiastic that he relaxed his vigilance, so when he noticed the sound of breathing coming from behind the cabinet, a young man of not much age had already rushed out with a PU-9 submachine gun.

"Ahhhh!!"

Screaming to drive away fear, he squeezed the trigger and fired.

The random shooting had some effect, and he was caught off guard, and several bullets were shot in Morse's chest.

However, a 9mm bullet could not penetrate the military bulletproof armor on the latter.

The madman who was scratched by him just shook his body, staggered a few steps and leaned against the bunker.

At the same time, the younger brothers who were following Morse all reacted, and they suddenly turned towards the blind, green-headed man, beating him directly into a sieve.

York rushed to Morse's side first and asked nervously.

"Boss! Are you okay?"

Morse grinned, grabbed his arm and stood up from the ground.

"It's okay."

As he spoke, he swept the back of his hand across his chest, and saw the broken warheads falling to the ground with a clang.

Seeing that the boss was fine, the younger brothers around him cheered and whistled.

Morse grinned and shouted at the top of his lungs into the empty stairwell.

"Tony! All your people are dead! How long do you plan to hide? Hahaha, don't end it on your own, I still want to talk to you."

There was no response from upstairs.

Morse didn't waste any words, waved his hand, and led the young men forward.

The young man who had fired at him was lying in a pool of blood, his mouth twitching like a beached goldfish.

York pulled out his pistol and gave him a good blow, but Morse frowned as he looked at the increasingly hollow eyes.

so similar.

The young man's eyes looked very much like his old self.

At that time, he was also a young man with nothing but ambition and ruthlessness. He only thought about one thing all day long, which was how to show off in front of the boss and risk his life to make a name for himself.

The only thing that didn't look like it was that the guy closed his eyes when he fired, which is the last thing you should do while sitting at the gambling table.

Therefore, he stood here after winning the bet, but he was destined to lie on the ground.

Including Tony upstairs.

The center of his eyebrows started to beat again, and Morse walked straight upstairs without making any pause.

To his surprise, Tony did not hide, but stood in the lobby on the second floor with a look of despair.

"You're crazy... Morse, do you know what you're doing? We're all screwed."

Morse raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered.

"You are the one who is finished...after tonight, I will become the new master of Blackwater Alley."

"Hehe, I actually lost to a madman...hehehe...ahhhh!"

Tony suddenly laughed out loud, but soon he stopped laughing and fell to the ground holding his bleeding thigh.

The pistol was smoking, and York spat on the ground, glaring at Tony who was lying on the ground writhing with a sinister face.

"You are so pretentious, I have long disliked you."

Tony, who was curled up on the ground like a dead dog, said nothing, and his pale lips could no longer express any words, only twitching.

The bullet pierced his artery, and within a few breaths the blood had soaked his pants red.

"Give him a bandage. My friends and I will ask him some questions. Remember, I want to live."

Throwing these words to his younger brother, Morse continued walking upstairs.

The whole battle was as easy as a textbook. He crushed the Iron Hand Gang to death effortlessly, and not even a few brothers were killed.

And after tonight, he will become a legend in the entire Blackwater Alley, and everyone will remember his name and who he is doing things for.

As for who Tony's backer is, it is no longer important to him. Since the man behind the scenes sent him here, he will naturally solve the troubles behind him.

However, there is another confusion hidden in Morse's heart, and that is why Tony did not run away, but chose to stand there and wait to die.

He didn't believe that the cunning guy didn't leave a way out for himself. There must be more than one escape route hidden in the casino.

unless--

That arrogant guy never thought that he might lose, or that there was a reason why he couldn't escape no matter what.

Out of curiosity, he carried the machine gun and walked upstairs, checking each room, and finally found a locked door.

He knocked politely, but there was no movement in the room. However, the smell of nicotine wafting from the crack in the door revealed that there was someone hiding inside.

York and the other boys who were following him looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.

The guy inside is still interested in smoking.

This means not taking them seriously at all.

"VIP private room."

Morse looked back, grinned at his younger brothers, and then kicked open the closed door.

Hearing a bang, the door fell heavily to the ground. He stepped on the door panel with a machine gun and walked in. He saw a man sitting on the sofa directly in front with a cigarette in his mouth.

That's a Vaillant guy.

His expression was a little surprised, but not at all afraid. He even took off his cigarette butt and lightly lit the ashes.

The superior's calmness made Morse feel a faint fear, but soon the fear was replaced by a restless anger.

Why is this guy not afraid at all?

Why are you looking at him like a dog?

"Good fight."

After lighting the ash from the cigarette end, Peter looked at Morse with a sudden look of admiration.

"I suddenly fell in love with you."

Morse narrowed his eyes slightly, then tightened his mouth and raised the corners slightly, moved the smoking barrel away, leaned over slightly and nodded, like a decent gentleman.

"...I wonder what I call this person?"

Peter smiled softly and said in a neutral tone.

"Tony never asks a stupid question like that. He just does what he's supposed to do, knows what we let him know, and then takes his share."

Morse clicked his tongue slightly and shook his head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that guy is so miserable, and now he's lying on the floor writhing like a maggot."

After hearing about Tony's tragic situation, Peter showed an indifferent expression and even smiled faintly.

"Really? I didn't expect him to be quite loyal, even though he is a bit useless."

Morse's eyes narrowed into slits, and his eyes were like letters spit out by poisonous snakes.

"……waste?"

"Isn't it?" Peter shrugged his shoulders and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I can't handle any small things well. My neck was bitten off by a dog raised by the garrison. It's like a piece of mud that can't stick to the wall. My patience It’s almost gone.”

Having said this, he paused and looked at Morse standing at the door with interest.

"I find that you are more capable than Tony, but your brain is not as good as his... But this is not really important to us. Do you want to consider doing something for us?"

"Doing things for...you guys?" Morse was stunned and suddenly laughed out loud, "Then like a ball?"

Peter narrowed his eyes slightly, and a murderous intention came out from the slits in his eyes.

No one but Dickens had ever dared to speak to him like that.

"The Enlightenment Meeting... what the hell is that? I've never heard of it."

Morse sneered and said teasingly.

"Your level is too low. Of course I have never heard of it...Do you know why there was such a big commotion outside, but the garrison didn't react at all?"

Looking at the astonished Peter, Morse continued slowly without waiting for his answer.

"An invisible hand is controlling everything behind the scenes, and you can't even see its existence with your eyes... Of course, as a disciple, I can only glimpse the tip of the iceberg, but even this revealed tip of the iceberg, It’s enough to crush you to death.”

Peter looked at him blankly, dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about? Is your fucking brain broken?"

Before he could finish his words, the muzzle of the gun that was suddenly pointed at him spurted out tongues of fire.

He didn't expect the other party to fire at all. Peter, who had been shot several times, groaned and rolled over backwards, including his buttocks.

The muzzle of the gun rose with the recoil, and the bullets swept all the way to the ceiling. Only then did Morse release the hold on the airliner.

He walked to the corpse with a grin, picked up the bloody cigarette butt, and held it in his mouth.

"Sorry, there was a misfire."

York also walked in behind him and spat at the "bloody man" lying on the ground.

"You're tired of living, who allowed you to talk to my boss like this!"

Peter was lying on his back with his eyes wide open and his chest was bloody.

He couldn't believe it until his death that these bastards dared to attack him.

And it's still on the territory of the Weirant people.

Having no time to pay attention to this guy, Morse rummaged around on his body and couldn't find any information about his identity, so he curled his lips and threw him aside.

From now on, this "last game" will be his Morse's property.

The gamblers in Yongye Port will not care what happened here, nor how much blood has been shed on the tiled floor.

When they cleared the place, the gamblers would come in waves as usual.

Of course, it’s not just casinos.

He will accept all of Tony's properties and use the gold earned from those properties to build this Blackwater Alley into the most prosperous city that never sleeps in the entire desert!

And he, Morse——

Will redefine the order here and become the uncrowned king of this city that never sleeps!

This is not something he dreamed about in his dream, but it can be regarded as an indirect way to realize his dream.

After walking to the broken window and standing still, Morse squinted his eyes gently, enjoying the evening breeze blowing in his face and the afterglow of the enthusiasm.

York walked up to him, his face full of excitement and admiration.

"Boss...what's next?"

"Hmm... let me think about it," Morse walked back to the body and kicked the immobile leg. "Drag this guy down. Maybe our friends will be interested."

His work was done.

It's time for Taran and Kant to come to him...or the Enlightenment Society plans to send someone else here.

Morse was not anxious at all. He had already won the bet anyway.

However, at this moment, a warning sign suddenly rose in his heart, so much so that cold sweat even broke out on his back.

what's the situation?

Could it be that something went wrong?

His thoughts were spinning rapidly, and at this moment, a short buzz came from the window, and then York's head, who was standing by the window, shattered into a watermelon and fell to the ground with a "thud".

"York!!! No! Damn it, sniper!"

Morse's eyes turned red for a moment, he yelled at the top of his lungs, and hurriedly left the room.

At the same time, after several short gunshots, the entire second floor of the casino turned into a sea of ​​blood.

A group of soldiers armed to the teeth filed in through the door.

They were all wearing exoskeletons, and the equipment from head to toe was enough to make the cannon fodder on the front lines drool with envy.

Clear out the team!

As one of the legion's tactical aces, the southern legion's armed configuration has completely different ideas from the eastern legion.

The latter is still a continuation of the clustering tactic of greater strength with more people, while the former is moving closer to companies on the east coast to a certain extent.

Tony, lying in a pool of blood, only had half a breath left.

Panting breathlessly, he raised his groggy eyelids and looked at the boots parked in front of him.

He stretched out his hand with all his strength, leaving a blood-red handprint on the boot, trying to grab something.

At the same time, intermittent pleas came from his mouth.

"……I tried my best."

"I've done everything you asked me to do...I just beg you...let my family go...they don't know anything..."

The soldier didn't say another word. The muzzle of the silenced gun was pressed against his head. A clean gunshot made him fall back into a pool of blood.

Putting his index finger on the side of his helmet, the soldier exhaled a mouthful of cold air and reported the report concisely.

"The second floor is cleared."

After a while, an answer came from the communication channel.

"The militants were moving from the fifth floor to the fourth floor. They were near the safe passage... and no target was found."

"receive."

Replied neatly, the man waved towards the stairs, and then went straight to the safe passage aside.

The soldiers who captured the second floor immediately divided into two groups and advanced in the direction of Morse.

Discovering this group of uninvited guests, the "hyenas" who were counting the loot quickly picked up their weapons and opened fire on this group of soldiers who were armed to the teeth.

However, facing this group of well-trained soldiers, they couldn't even delay, and they were all shot through their skulls.

The battle was a complete one-sided massacre!

Morse, who had retreated to the fourth floor, had panic written on his face.

The gunfire from downstairs reminded him

After exiting the safe passage, he leaned against the corner of the stairwell and shouted loudly downstairs.

"Damn! Who are you?!"

The group didn't respond.

They are like cold killing machines, neatly harvesting one life after another.

Looking at the brothers who continued to suffer casualties, a deep sense of powerlessness crept into Morse's heart.

We can't just die here!

Especially if he died in such an unknown way!

His usual madness came to his head again. He shouted something cursing, threw down the machine gun hanging on his shoulder, then smashed the window open with his shoulder and jumped directly from the fourth floor.

This height is enough to cripple a person even if he doesn't fall to death.

However, perhaps his death was not deserved. His shoulder first hit a shelter, and then rolled into a bucket of swill from a street restaurant.

The door of the restaurant was closed tightly, and the whole street was silent, as if he was the only one left.

I don't know when it started, but it began to rain lightly in the dark cloudy sky, and the heavy ticking sound seemed to drown him.

Morse had never been so embarrassed.

Even when you are at your most depressed.

He was like a frightened trapped animal, stumbling and running into the distance, but he didn't know where to run.

Who are those people?

Why did they want to kill him?

besides……

Where are the people from the Enlightenment Society?

It was as if an hallucination appeared in front of his eyes, and the road under his feet gradually turned into nothingness, as if he had returned to that unrealistic dream.

In that dream, he was a surgeon and ran an ordinary clinic.

Blackwater Lane has been peaceful for decades, without endless gang fights.

He has a sensible son and a lovely daughter. Although he is not a competent father, he is at least more reliable than his father. At least he never brings wine bottles home.

"Ahhhh!!!"

He also let out a low growl, trying to drive the chaotic images out of his mind.

That's not what he wants!

I never thought about having these weaknesses.

However, he didn't know why he saw these damn things in that dream, and even had a vague thought of doing it again.

At this moment, a figure appeared in the distance.

That man is wearing a raincoat, raincoat

Morse's face was full of despair, but when he saw that the other party did not fire, hope was rekindled in his heart.

The man reached out and gently lifted the brim of the raincoat, as if to see his face clearly.

Morse heard a gentle sigh and his steps slowed down involuntarily.

"Hey... I shouldn't sympathize with a guy like you, but what can I say... I don't have any grudge against you either."

After a pause, the man put his hand on his shoulder.

"Keep running, leave this to me."

Morse stared at him blankly, his sober pupils gradually filled with suspicion, but he still asked tremblingly.

"...Are you from the Enlightenment Society?"

"Yes." The comedian patted Morse on the shoulder and said concisely, "You know where to go."

He was actually not sure, after all, the idiot [Desert Eagle] was not as reliable as he thought... although he himself was not reliable either.

In short, the guy made a reasonable analysis based on the intelligence collected by the Desert Corps, sorted out the clues, and concluded that Morse might actually know something about the Enlightenment Society.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why this guy gambled so much, risked all his wealth, and worked so hard for this illusory bait.

Although it would be a better option to ask in person, it was too late.

Only two and a half hours have passed since the bomb at the radio station exploded.

Hope returned to Morse's eyes at the stranger's words.

As expected, the Enlightenment Society did not give up on him!

The chaotic memory gradually became clearer, and he remembered the dark alley.

"……give it to you."

With one last grateful look at the stranger in the raincoat, he turned and hurried towards the pattering rain.

At the same time, a group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons also chased them out of the "Last Game" casino.

The communication channel was filled with noisy exchanges.

"Damn... Peter is dead!"

"mission failed."

"One jumped out of the window on the fourth floor and ran away."

"This guy was lucky enough to survive the fall."

"Leave it to me. You can recover the body."

The sniper lying on the roof took a deep breath and replied in a cold tone.

The rain was not very heavy yet, so it had little impact on the field of vision, and there were no people on the street. His scope quickly locked onto the figure running along the street.

However, just when he was about to pull the trigger, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

The sniper was stunned and turned around suddenly, but a hand grabbed his collar, ripped off the helmet, and threw him directly from the six-story building.

Hearing the muffled sound coming from downstairs, Sha Diao stretched his neck and glanced downstairs. When he saw that the man lying on the ground in a large shape was no longer moving, he softly muttered a sin.

Without any apology, he lay down behind the sniper rifle.

With his eyes close to the scope, Sha Diao reached out and pressed his ear, cleared his throat and said.

"The sniper is in position, but there is no support... I leave the finishing work to you. I have to keep an eye on the 'bait'."

At the same time, on the other side, on the street in the distance, the comedian who was waiting quietly estimated that the pursuers were coming soon, so he removed a time bomb from the exoskeleton.

This is for finishing.

After all, there was no official war between the Alliance and the Legion, and since he came in undercover, it would still be a bit troublesome if he was discovered.

With the time of death preset, he skillfully inserted the bomb into the tactical lanyard on his back.

Listening to the voice coming from the communication channel, he replied without any surprise, and then closed the communication.

"Okay, I get it, I have to be a corpse again."