This Game Is Too Realistic

Inside a half-collapsed abandoned building.

Carl, who was lying on the side of the broken fence, held the sniper rifle in his hand, aimed at the street 800 meters away, and pulled the trigger from time to time to clear out the targets exposed outside the cover.

He had a wide field of view here, and the whole street was covered by his muzzle, even a mouse couldn’t escape his eyes if it wanted to sneak in here.

"The 5th one... Die!" Through the scope, Carl could see that blood burst out from the back of the head of a survivor with a bazooka, forming a bloody mist. The other survivors next to the one that was killed by him seemed to be startled, but they didn’t panic. Instead, a man immediately bent down and picked up the bazooka dropped on the ground, and hid in the covers with the others.

"These rats… Just how many more are there?!" Carl took a deep breath, skillfully pulled the bolt out of the cartridge case, began to look for the next target, and continued to pull the trigger.

Team C had already met with the enemy and was engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the survivors.

The battle at the entrance of the Flower Garden Street subway station was horrific; the bullets of the machine guns were like a web of death in the empty street!

However, the intensive firepower did not scare the survivors, and even if their teammates were blasted to pieces next to them, they would still attack heroically.

Carl simply couldn’t comprehend what was going on. He couldn’t understand what kind of courage they had, and he couldn’t imagine how they were not afraid of death.

Even though he had successfully suppressed at least 3 teams and held back at least a dozen people, Team C’s situation had not improved, and he still fell into a hard fight because of the survivors’ mass assault.

The voice of teammates constantly came from the communication channel.

"Damn it, I’ve already used one drum, and if it wasn’t in the northern suburbs, I would have thought we are dealing with a Tide!"

"Carl, how many people did you see!"

"Forty... No, maybe fifty," Carl said, licking his cracked lips as he aimed at his prey, "You better get ready for a tough fight. You wouldn’t believe how many people I saw, they are just like a swarm of ants!"

"Fuck! Why have I never heard of so many survivors in the northern suburbs? Did they all come here?!"

"Probably."

Armour Fist Bazookas, Ripper rifles, also there were also 60m bayonets from the Army!

Looking at those familiar weapons, Carl’s eyelids jumped wildly, and there was an ominous premonition in his heart.

He could be sure that those people were not from the Army, so there was only one possibility left. They had defeated the Army at least once in a head-on battle!

Even if it was just the remnants of the Army…

With those cannon fodder alone, it was impossible to defeat the army on the frontal battlefield, unless they had other tricks up their sleeves.

At this time, there was a sudden movement from downstairs.

As a professional scout on the team, Carl’s nerves tightened instantly. He immediately put away his sniper rifle, pulled out the pistol placed next to his waist, and approached the door quietly.

The movement downstairs seemed to have disappeared.

Most of the walls here were damaged, and only the load-bearing wall was barely intact. Most of the rest of the space had become a paradise for mutants. In addition to Crunchers, there were some mutant mice and cockroaches.

He didn’t clear the entire building of mutants.

But he was certain that the movement was definitely not from mutants!

Thinking of the suspected ability user target he saw yesterday, Carl felt that his heart had already raised his throat.

The surroundings were silent.

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

A drop of cold sweat slid down Carl’s forehead as he watched the signal lights flickering frantically on the communication channel.

He knew that he couldn’t stay any longer, and he had to move to a new vantage point as soon as possible to provide support for his team that were locked in tough combat.

It seems like I can only take the initiative to attack!

Gritting his teeth, he decided to throw caution to the wind. He held the pistol, carefully walked out of the room, and sneaked over to the next room. There was a two-step-wide hole that could allow him to descend to the floor below.

The sound of movement earlier should have come from near the safe passage. After going down, as long as he crossed the corridor to the entrance of the safe passage, he could kill them from behind by surprise!

With his feet touching the ground, Carl squatted down quickly with his momentum when falling, but just as he was about to get close to the wall, an arrow flew over his head!

"Shit!" Carl yelled in shock, reached out of the cover, and fired three consecutive shots in the direction of the arrow. His other hand pulled out the grenade without hesitation and threw it over blind.

Boom!

The frag grenade detonated, and shrapnel raged in the empty hall, attracting Crunchers in the next room.

Carl didn’t panic. The number of people on the opposite side was unknown, and he was the only one. The more chaotic the situation, the better it would be for him.

That was why he didn’t remove the mutants on the adjacent floor!

Those Crunchers would be his most reliable shield when necessary, covering his back while he was moving from floor to floor!

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

Carl sneered inwardly.

Bow and arrow?

What year is this? There are still people using such primitive weapons? They dare to challenge me without even having a gun, are they really tired of living?!

"Is that all you got? Can you do anything else apart from sneak atta-"

Before Carl could finish speaking, a loud explosion came from behind him. He didn’t notice that the arrow shot earlier had three thumb-thick round tubes tied to the arrowhead.

The 3x50 grams charge exploded instantly, and 3x20 steel balls burst out like a shower, sweeping across the room. Unprepared, Carl’s back was heavily wounded, causing him to scream in pain.

"Ah!"

A scream was blown out of Carl’s throat and he spat out blood.

In the smoke, a figure came toward him.

Almost instinctively, Carl raised his pistol with difficulty and fired several shots at the man, but only to see several sparks from the bullet hitting the man’s breastplate.

Until the clip was emptied, despair finally appeared on Carl’s face.

The man walked up to him, lightly reached out and grabbed his right hand holding the gun, and took the pistol from his hand with ease.

At the same time, his wrist was crushed.

Looking at the red-named target curled up like a maggot and wailing on the ground, Old White glanced down at the scratches on his breastplate.

"Damn, this armor is so sick!" He couldn’t help but praise.

As expected of the armor that the administrator once used!

Ordinary bullets couldn’t penetrate it at all!

At most, it would add a few more medals of honor to his breastplate!

Gale, who came from the next room with a javelin in his hand, glanced at the man who was curling up on the ground and screaming. "What is he on about?"

Ample Time frowned. "He’s probably begging for mercy? That’s how it’s usually done in movies."

Old White looked at Ample Time and asked, "Speaking of which, did the reward mission say that we need to keep prisoners alive?"

Ample Time pondered for a moment and said, "200 silver coins should be the basic reward, I feel that this sniper is very valuable. So we may need to keep him alive for now. What do you think? Hey, Night Ten, what are you doing?"

"Damn, this sniper rifle is so cool!" Holding the sniper rifle he picked up from the ground, Night Ten stroked the barrel repeatedly with his right hand. His eyes were sparkling with excitement as if he had found an amazing treasure.

The light green casing, the thick receiver, the long barrel that gave people a sense of security, and the muzzle flash suppressor all demonstrated its power. The most exciting thing was that the optical sight on the upper barrel had a maximum magnification of 6 times, and the magnification and focal length were adjustable!

This was much better than the crudely-made telescope he bought from the Weapon Store!

"I’ve decided," Night Ten looked at Ample Time with a serious face, "I’ll call it Cannon from now on!"

Ample Time’s face twitched when he heard the name. "Can you choose a slightly less stupid name?"

Night Ten rolled his eyes. "Tsk, no matter how stupid it is, it’s better than your Daybreak."

"How is Daybreak stupid?!"

"... That’s enough, there are still people outside," Gale said, glancing at the street outside through the corridor window, "We got the captive for the 200 silver coins rewards. Do we want to continue?"

Staring at the street below where the gunshots could be heard, Ample Time suddenly had an idea. He looked at Night Ten and said. "Night Ten, can you hit them from here?"

"Let me try!" Night Ten, holding a sniper rifle, leaned to the window, glanced outside, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It’s a bit far, and the viewing angle is not too good... But it shouldn’t be a big problem."

"The map shows that we are 800 meters away, and we are on the 19th floor now," Ample Time patted his shoulder and said. "You are the first sniper in our team, we are counting on you."

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