This Game Is Too Realistic

The crackling sound of gunfire exploded in an instant, and bullets burrowed into the convoy like locusts flying all over the sky, startling all the players standing beside the convoy.

Unexpectedly, the Southern Legion still had two brushes, and they actually gathered an army under their noses!

However, the only role of these guys is to scare them.

Listening to the clanging sound, I ducked out of the way with clumsy steps and quickly hid behind the off-road vehicle.

When he was riding in the car just now, his heart was pounding so hard. Sure enough, these guys were ambushing him in front of him.

Thanks to the bonus of high perception attributes, he had a premonition of threats in advance.

It is precisely because of this that a group of people did not rush into the enemy's ambush circle, but stopped at the edge of the ambush circle.

The people on the other side obviously didn't expect that they suddenly came to a sudden stop, and the firepower of the predators hiding on the edge of the abandoned town had not yet fully launched.

But even so, the fire network formed by hundreds of people firing at the same time was ferocious enough.

"Damn it! The firepower of these gangsters is quite fierce!"

I was so frightened that I hid in the back of the car without daring to show my face.

On the other hand, the other players who came with him screamed with excitement.

Half of them are newbies, while the other half are old men in the corps.

But maybe it was because they were holding it back, even those old guys were yelling.

"Ready to fight!"

"Fuck it guys!"

The battle breaks out instantly!

However, Wyatt, who was hiding in the distance, felt more and more something was wrong.

Especially when he saw the blue "power armor" being so frightened that he hid behind the off-road vehicle, and a group of guardsmen left their managers and swarmed forward, he felt a strong sense of violation. came to mind.

Is this guy really a manager?

Although it seems reasonable, I always feel that it is full of problems in various senses.

"Hahaha! Try this!"

A heavy machine gun was taken out from the trunk of the off-road vehicle. The strength players in the group roared excitedly and loaded the machine gun with a click.

The thirty-kilogram heavy gun was carried in his hand like a little chicken. He directly held the barrel with his left hand and pressed the butt against the shoulder armor of the exoskeleton.

The muzzle of the 20mm gun was pointed at a low wall 300 meters away. He pulled the trigger without saying a word, and the sudden tracer pierced the predator hiding beside the low wall like a javelin.

The ferocious firepower quickly overwhelmed the other side, and several looters were beaten to pieces along with the wall.

Blood mist and gravel floated in the air, and the thunderous roar shook people as if the world was spinning.

The bloody scene made everyone around him feel terrified.

As expected of a member of the Guards Corps!

It is rumored that those guards are the trump cards of the managers, but now they are indeed extraordinary!

However, the plunderers were only frightened for a moment.

Even if these guys are powerful in combat, they only have about thirty people after all, and they can't even make up a hundred-man team!

Seeing the group of minions whose morale was wavering, the captain who took the lead gritted his teeth and shouted at the centurions beside him.

"Hold on! There are only about thirty of them! We are hundreds of times more powerful than them! Even one spit from each of us can drown them!"

After saying that, he grabbed the centurion by the collar and sprayed spittle in his face.

"Sixth, take a hundred brothers to flank them! Bring the bazooka too!"

"yes!"

The centurion responded at the top of his voice, walked through the messy battlefield with his body buried, and shouted at the minions who were squatting in front of the house and hesitated to come forward.

"Stop dawdling here! Come with me quickly, if you keep dawdling, reinforcements from the alliance will arrive!"

Although everyone was frightened in their hearts, they finally followed him with all their might as those big copper bell eyes glared at him.

The group of people circled out from the west side of the abandoned town, preparing to use the cover of the woods to draw a large circle behind the convoy and catch the group of people off guard.

I have to say that this idea is good, but it is a pity that I chose the wrong person.

Hundreds of minions poured out of the small town. As soon as they got into the woods, they ran into a piece of armor that exuded a cold light.

Unlike hundreds of them who share ten sets of exoskeletons, almost all of these people have one set of "big ones", and several of them even wear "Xiaguang" power armor.

What's scary is not only the equipment, but also the aura exuded by these people.

These guys are all battle-hardened veterans!

Just by looking at one of the powered armors, the centurion named Lao Liu could not help but feel a chill running down his spine.

It's the Stormtroopers!

But why? !

At the same time, looking at the group of looters coming to the door, Kakarot, who was leading the team, had a sinister smile on his face.

"Damn, after guarding our home for so long, I finally have a chance to move around -"

Before he could finish his words, there was a crisp "ding" sound coming from the breastplate.

A Reaver fired a shot at him, but it didn't leave a dent in the ceramite breastplate of his powered armor.

Seeing that the blind guy dared to interrupt him, Kakarot immediately pulled out a short javelin from behind and threw it at the guy.

“Whoosh——!”

The sound of tearing through the air penetrated the woods!

With the dual bonus of strength attribute and power armor, the javelin was as fast as a bolt of lightning, directly piercing the predator who shot at him, and nailed it to the tree, along with the thick branch. It was shaking all the time.

The ferocious method shocked the plunderers, and several of them even showed fear on their faces, and couldn't help but move back.

However, there was also a brave guy who bravely set up the rocket launcher in his hand.

But before he could fire, a transparent dagger slit his throat.

Transparent ripples spread in the air, and a player wearing an exoskeleton appeared next to the person like a ghost.

Blood spurted up into the sky, and the bazooka that turned around blasted directly into the crowd. Caught off guard, several looters were blown away.

"Oh my god... hit the power armor with high-explosive shells, what are you thinking about, man?"

Entering the grave, Wei An smacked his tongue, and quickly turned on the optical camouflage, turning into a transparent ghost and killing the frightened predators around him.

At the same time, gunfire like a violent storm also sounded among the woods.

The battle breaks out instantly!

And it reached a fever pitch in an instant!

Facing an entire company of Storm Troopers, the Marauders with only a few hundred people were no match at all. The entire battle was a one-sided massacre!

"Stop them!!"

Seeing that there was no hope of victory, the centurion named Lao Liu yelled hastily, and then ran away in the opposite direction of the battlefield.

However, before he could even take two steps, a whoosh pierced through his neck and hung him on the tree.

Walking behind him with meteor strides, Kakarot reached out and pulled out the blood-stained short javelin, flicked it and hung it on his back, and then smoothly took off the short-barreled submachine gun hanging on the power armor. .

The predator on the side looked at him in fear, as if his legs were filled with lead.

Perhaps knowing that they could not escape, they turned their fear into desperate roars and howls, and rushed forward with the objects in their hands.

However, in just a few breaths, the bullets they fired pinned them to the ground.

Kakarot, who had used up all his ammunition, replaced the magazine again and glanced at the corpses on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

The hands of these remnants are all stained with the blood of survivors. They are no longer worthy of being called human beings, and are even more hateful than the alien species in the jungle.

He reloaded the submachine gun in his hand, looked at the only dozen or so predators left, and said in a cold voice.

"Leave no one behind!"

…

At the same time, Hunting Claw, who was taking command in the abandoned town, heard gunshots coming from the nearby woods.

Before he could recover, a roaring shell had already hit the roof of an abandoned house not far from him.

"boom--!!!"

The deafening explosion shattered the glass of the windows, and everyone in the house hid their heads for cover.

"Damn it - why are there still shells?!"

A plunderer who had been equipped with a modified prosthetic body exclaimed, and the arrogance on his face had turned into a look of uncertainty.

The same goes for hunting claws.

The deafening sound made him completely confused.

Wasn't it agreed that it would be an ambush? !

Why are the artillery shells taken out? It feels like the other side is a regular army!

Before he could react, a series of shells hit the surrounding area. Hot fragments were wrapped in black smoke and flew around, and the communication channel was filled with noisy shouts.

"It's a mortar!"

"It seems to be calling from the west!"

"No—! Wait, there is movement in the east too!"

The entire command channel was in chaos, even though they were not hit by EMP weapons.

Obviously the other party doesn't bother to use such high-tech weapons.

Or perhaps they feel that keeping their radios will speed up their chaos and amplify their fears...

Unable to control his subordinates any longer, Hunting Claw cursed in panic.

"Damn...what are the idiots of the Southern Legion doing for food! Where is their big guy! Why don't they use it!"

The guy named Wyatt had promised him that they still had a trump card in their hand, which was placed in this town. As long as they pressed a button, they could instantly turn their opponents into ashes.

Seeing that his subordinates continued to suffer casualties, but his allies took no action, Hunting Claw couldn't help but curse his mother in his heart.

These guys haven't pulled out their trump cards yet, are they planning to stay in the nest and lay eggs? !

At this moment, a robber suddenly stumbled in from the door.

Hunting Claw subconsciously pulled out the revolver and pointed it at his head. It wasn't until he realized that the guy was one of his own that he raised the muzzle of the gun.

The man fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, looking very embarrassed, and wailed inarticulately.

"Boss! Their firepower is too fierce! Brothers can't stand it anymore!"

Listening to the banging of cannons outside, Hunting Claw looked like he had seen a ghost.

"How is that possible! There are only twenty or thirty of them in total! There are two to three thousand of you, how can you not stop them?!"

"But, but..." The predator scratched his head anxiously, but couldn't think of how to explain it.

These guys seem to have three heads and six arms. They are so fast that only afterimages are left, and their eyes are more like eagles.

Although the Southern Army also provided them with some exoskeletons, after all, it had only been a few days since they had changed their equipment, and their combat effectiveness had not fundamentally changed.

In particular, the continuous casualties of friendly forces have shaken their will to continue fighting.

In the final analysis, they are just a bunch of bandits, and their organization and training are more than one level behind the regular army.

More than three thousand people sounds like a lot, but if it cannot be fully deployed on the battlefield, it is no different from three hundred people.

One person spits on the other?

Then you have to have a chance to vomit.

At this moment, Hunting Claw didn't even know that the two teams sent out by his men to outflank had been strangled to death by the Storm Troopers on the way.

In less than half a minute, another predator ran in from the door and shouted in panic.

"Boss! To the west of us! A group of people suddenly came out! There were thousands of people who heard the gunshots!"

Hearing this, Hunter Claw almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He wished he could open that guy's head and see what kind of tofu was inside.

"Fuck you, there are thousands of people there! There are only 2,000 people in the entire settlement No. 10, how can they conjure people out of thin air!"

The predator's face turned pale and he was speechless.

Maybe there weren't as many as thousands of people, but there were definitely hundreds of people.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many brothers being driven back by gunfire.

However, before he could explain, a panicked cry mixed with the sound of gunfire rushed through the door.

"Boss! The Alliance people... damn, they are charging at us!"

Hunter Claw's expression changed completely, and he strode out of the door regardless of the roar of gunfire outside.

It happened that a mortar landed not far away, causing him to stumble and almost fall.

At this moment, he could no longer care about scolding his mother, and hurried to the east side of the town.

At this moment, I happened to catch a glimpse of a powered armor standing on the crooked street.

There were seventeen or eight corpses lying around the man, and the ruins were a mass of blood and flesh.

There was a hint of fear in Hunting Claw's eyes.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized what kind of group of guys he was facing.

It looked like he had been ambushed.

On the contrary, they are more like prey targeted by wild beasts...

At this moment, Kakarot didn't know that the leader of this group of predators was staring at him, let alone his psychological activities.

Pulling out the short javelin from a scrapped heavy-duty exoskeleton, he shook off the blood and bullet-proof armor fragments on the javelin, and laughed heartily at the frightened predators.

"Hahaha! It's so enjoyable!"

…

It had been a long time since there had been such a hearty battle. The players of the Storm Troops who entered the abandoned town were like tigers joining a pack of wolves, and the number of kills kept rising.

Seeing that the firepower on the other side was getting weaker and weaker, and in the end it was no longer even perfunctory, the thirty or so people acting as baits couldn't wait any longer. They all tore off the disguise of "being ambushed", dropped the baits, and headed 300 meters away. Kill the town outside.

Seeing the players leaving their bunkers and rushing forward, I shouted quickly.

"Damn it, you guys are covering me!"

Before he could finish his words, he was hit back by a sentence.

"Cover you hammer! Just be your bait and just hide here and don't move."

"Start the group, start the group!"

“Long live the managers!!!”

"You have to use human-linked language, otherwise the other person won't be able to understand your screams!"

"whatever!"

"Ouch!"

Obviously these Dogecoins don’t respect him as much as a manager.

Watching everyone abandon me and rush forward, I, who was dumbfounded, walked out from behind the bunker and rushed forward after chasing those guys.

Not that he was worried about being alone.

Mainly because I was afraid that it would be too embarrassing if the fight was over and no one was picked up in the end.

Unfortunately, as a sensory player, it is too difficult for him to support an exoskeleton weighing nearly a ton with strength, and it is unrealistic to rely entirely on the overwhelmed motor to catch up with other players. .

When he finally arrived at the abandoned town, the battle on the south side of the town was basically over.

The bodies of the looters lay beside the bungalows and walls that had been completely destroyed by the musketry.

The bloody scene was simply like hell!

Looking at the battlefield where I no longer needed to do anything, I sighed and found a stone pillar to sit down on.

"MMP! You really won't even leave a mouthful of soup for your brothers."

For a moment, he suddenly felt like a manager.

A long time ago, that guy also charged with them.

But I don't know since when, they have developed to the point where he no longer needs his own action.

And compared to that guy taking action personally, they really hope that he can stay in a safe place.

After all, that guy can't be resurrected like them, and the punishment of death is too great for everyone to bear...

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is indeed quite lonely. After all, I have all the strength but nowhere to use it.

But the worst thing I thought about was that that guy was not a player after all, and his mentality might not be the same as theirs.

Maybe he actually enjoyed it even though he was retiring behind the scenes.

This is also unspeakable.

The gunfire in the distance has gradually stopped.

The more than half injured predators finally gave up their struggle, abandoned their positions one after another, and fled towards the town.

But at best this can only delay their death.

So far, the Storm Corps has only dispatched two companies of troops, and the remaining three companies are on standby on the path that this group of deserters must pass.

According to the plan, Brother Quan Shui ambushing on the road will kill some of them, then follow the footsteps of the remaining people to their lair, and then kill the rest of them in one go.

I patted the dust on my armor and prepared to go forward to join my teammates.

Then at this moment, a warning sign suddenly crawled up his spine and to the back of his head.

In a split second, a figure rushed towards him like a cannonball.

Feeling the threat, I turned around almost instinctively, and then punched me head-on to catch the sharp claw that was hitting the door in front of me.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clanging resounded, and then I saw a ferocious face.

The man's arm was equipped with a pair of sharp claws. The material looked like titanium alloy, and it actually made two nicks on his fist.

Not only that, this guy's legs have probably been modified, and his explosive power and speed have obviously exceeded the level of normal people.

The hunting claw that failed to hit the target turned over in the air due to the reaction force, and landed on the ground to stand firm.

Rearranging his offensive stance, he stared intently at the blue powered armor, his stern eyes like the words spit out by a poisonous snake.

Seeing that this guy didn't continue to attack, I just stood there calmly, waiting for this guy to continue his attack.

It's not that he doesn't want to do it himself, it's just that the iron lump is so heavy that he can't even be bothered to move it if it can't move.

After staring at the "Manager" for a long time without finding any flaws, Hunting Claw let out a breathtaking laugh.

"Not bad at skills..."

"Each other."

"Haha, I thought that pampered guys like you would be cowards on the battlefield, but I didn't expect that there are two brushes."

I originally wanted to shrug my shoulders, but the shoulder armor on both sides didn't move at all, so I finally gave up.

"That's what you've never seen me like on the battlefield."

"Really?" Hunting Claw narrowed his eyes, looked deeply at the prey in front of him, and suddenly smiled, "Your subordinates are very strong, but you shouldn't face this alone. Your chance."

Seeing that he talked a lot, I couldn't help but yawn.

"Then what? What can you do now that you have seen it?"

At the moment when I was yawning at my darkest, Hunting Claw's pupils shrank sharply.

Finally caught that fleeting flaw!

His legs exerted force violently, and the tendons exploded with terrifying force, even cracking the concrete under his feet!

The pair of sharp claws almost turned into an afterimage, shooting at me like a crossbow arrow rising from the ground.

"Go to hell!" An excited roar came from his mouth, and he used all his strength to stab the throat of the man in front of him with the strongest blow in his life.

From now on, he will become a legend among the Marauders! Be worshiped by all the predators in this land!

He will personally chop off the head of the alliance manager!

However, at this moment, the huge fist hit his face like a hammer.

Hunter Claw was suddenly frightened, and he hurriedly raised a pair of arms in front of him to parry, but the hand reaching towards his face tightly grasped the pair of titanium alloy steel claws.

The tough blade made an overwhelming hum, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief after controlling the opponent.

Strength and reflexes are not his strengths. Fortunately, the exoskeleton still played a role. It used the remaining power to drive the motor to overload operation, predicting the opponent's next move and blocking the fatal blow. Come down.

The blade was deeply embedded in the steel armor, but this also made it more difficult to break free of the titanium alloy claws.

Looking at the frightened predator, I suddenly rolled my eyes and a mischievous smile appeared on my face.

"How about I tell you a secret?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he opened the mask on his helmet.

"Actually, I'm not a manager."

The moment he saw that face, Hunting Claw was stunned, as if he had received an electric shock.

Not...a manager?

Then why did they lie in wait here all night? !

Before he could recover, a compact javelin flew from the side and nailed his humerus hard.

The titanium alloy modification component cracked instantly, and he only had time to let out a scream of pain before the ceramic steel spearhead severed his arm, and then drove into his ribs without losing momentum.

The electric spark exploded instantly, and the hunting claw that was pierced by the javelin was killed on the spot, and he knelt down in front of my darkest place.

"Damn... you're trying to steal someone's head." I closed the visor of my helmet, threw away the titanium alloy claws in my hands, and gave a middle finger gesture to Kakarot who was not far away.

The latter chuckled and said teasingly.

"Aren't I afraid that you won't be able to defeat me?"

I rolled my eyes, too lazy to argue with him.

"What about the nuclear bomb? Do you have that thing?"

Kakarot walked up to him, pulled out the javelin from the corpse, and put it back into the gun bag behind his back.

"It has been found. It is in the center of the town, but the other party has already activated the nuclear bomb and is scheduled to explode in an hour."

Apparently the other party planned to detonate a nuclear bomb while they were cleaning the battlefield.

This hour should be your own escape window.

However, the Southern Army did not realize that the Guards Corps had been eyeing their actions for a long time and knew the trump card they had in advance.

Thinking of using nuclear bombs to scare the Alliance is a bit overthinking.

My darkest expression became serious.

"Can it be dismantled?"

"It's too bad, we gave up anyway," Kakarot shrugged, but then changed the subject and said with a smile, "And why did we demolish it?"

"Anyway, there's still an hour left, and we've roughly determined the coordinates of their lair. We can definitely load it onto the Viper transport plane and send that thing back to their lair."