This Game Is Too Realistic

800 meters away.

Flower Garden Street subway station entrance.

Gunshots rang out continuously, and the whole street had become a mess.

Players used handmade smoke bombs made of phosphorus, potassium nitrate, and white sugar to seal the streets with smoke, and threw handmade grenades made of black powder. As if the bullets of the miscellaneous weapons were free of charge, all of them were fired at the mercenaries’ position without a single second of delay. In just three minutes, players pushed the position to the middle of the street.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Fuck, how many of them are there?!"

"I don’t know! All I know is that if we keep fighting like this, we’ll be out of bullets!"

The pungent smell of gunpowder permeated the entire street, and the bullets whizzed through the air constantly.

The flames of the machine guns illuminated Lambert’s face red. At first, he just fired one shot at a time, and then he had to switch to full auto. He had been shooting so much that the barrel was so hot that it could catch on fire at any second.

Are these people crazy?!

Are they not afraid of death?!

In order to prevent being overwhelmed by the sea of ​​people, the team’s defense line had to withdraw again and again and finally retreated to the Flower Garden Street subway station entrance.

Lambert, who had re-position his machine gun at the entrance of Flower Garden Street subway station, couldn’t help scolding in the communication channel. "God damn it! Where the fuck is Carl?! Is that idiot asleep?"

"I have a bad feeling about this..."

"No matter what feeling you have, hold your position! Our Team A and Team B are still under the subway-" As Lambert was talking, a cloud of blood mist suddenly burst out from the chest of the teammate next to him, and his teammate fell to the ground before he could even let out a groan.

"Sniper!" Lambert was terrified, and just when he was about to retreat, two more rockets pierced through the smoke, one slamming into the subway station, and the other hitting the concrete block cover in front of them.

The flames of the explosion almost scorched his hair, and Lambert, who fell to the ground, rolled and crawled, grabbed his teammate’s rifle, and hurriedly hid in the subway.

After crossing the security checkpoint and running all the way to the platform, he rolled over and jumped into the carriage, aiming his rifle at the stairs behind him.

While panting, he said. "This is Team C, the surface position has been lost. We have to find-" Halfway through the words, Lambert suddenly felt that there was a gust of wind appearing on the back of his head. Then he was knocked unconscious.

"Hahaha! I finally got my money back!" Mosquito, holding the steel bar, shouted excitedly. So much so that he almost wanted to whack the elite monster one more time.

Stealing a kill is so satisfying, alright!

"What are you so excited about? It’s only 200 silver coins, and it’s still a monster short if you want to get your money back… Holy shit!"

Brother Mole, who came with him from the adjoining carriage, caught a glimpse of the jet-black rifle on the ground.

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

"This rifle is awesome..."

Although it was not as awesome as his Black Swan, it shouldn’t be a problem to sell for two or three hundred silver coins, right?

"A pistol, and two grenades... This body armor can also be sold at a good price!" Zhang Hai, holding his butt, also slipped over from the next carriage. He was excitedly using his free hand to search for the loot drop on this elite monster while murmuring about how much the loot was worth.

"We are rich! We are rich!"

Mosquito and Escaping Mole looked at each other and exchanged glances.

Why is he so happy?

What does it have to do with him?

Who knows?!

...

On the surface.

On the street adjacent to Flower Garden Street subway station.

Looking at the smoke of gunpowder in the distance, Liu Jiuyue felt sweat oozing out of his palms even though it was obviously minus ten or twenty degrees outside.

He, who was escorting the camel caravan back to Brown Farm, happened to pass by the area and witnessed the entire battle from start to finish.

There was only one thought in his mind.

They are so strong!

The guard beside him swallowed and whispered to another guard.

"Is it over?"

"It seems like..."

"What is hiding in this subway station? Not only those people in the northern suburbs, but even the mercenaries from Boulder Town are here."

"No matter what is hidden, it is not something we should know," interrupting the chatter between the guards, Liu Jiuyue swallowed and continued.

"Let’s go, the battle here is over."

The neighbors near the wetland park may be stronger than they thought.

He suddenly understood why Mr Brown volunteered to donate food to those people….

...

Voice of Boulder Town Radio Headquarters.

House, the ace host of the radio station, was sitting in the studio at the moment, with his feet on the table, watching the press release just sent by his colleague.

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

Suddenly, he suddenly sat up straight from his chair and looked at his colleague standing in the studio. "Black Snake mercenary group lost? They lost to a group of hillbillies? How is this possible? Could it be a mistake?!"

The colleague standing in the studio shook his head and said. "You are not the only person who finds this unbelievable. I have repeatedly confirmed the validity of the information from the reporter from the lookout tower twice, but the result is the same."

"The sneak attack of the Black Snake mercenary group completely angered the hillbillies in the northern suburbs. They sent out at least a hundred people to encircle the Black Snake mercenary group. The team that Captain Pritt left on the surface was completely annihilated, and the remaining two teams were besieged in the subway station. Now, it’s unlikely that they will be able to turn the tables."

"According to the news from the Central Casino, a lot of people had tuned in to our program today and made a bet. We will need to broadcast this news in fifteen minutes, so be prepared."

After speaking, he turned and left the studio, closing the door behind him.

House’s face turned pale for a while, his hand, holding the press release, had already clenched into an fist.

Although it was not the mercenary he hired, and Pritt was not his acquaintance or friend, not long ago, he had bet 500 points that the Black Snake mercenary group would lose two men.

That was his full week’s salary!

If the report was true, he would lose all his money that week.

"This group of useless fuckers. Such a disgrace! Go to hell! You’d better not come back!"

House scrunched up the press release and threw it into the paper bin.

He decided to write a new one to curse the group of shameless hillbillies in the northern suburbs.

...

1 kilometer from Flower Garden Street subway station.

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

The players had already rushed to the entrance of the subway station, and it took only less than a quarter of an hour from arriving at the battlefield to winning control of the subway station.

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

The entrance to Shelter 117 was in the middle of the tunnel.

There was almost no cover to use, and it was expected that those mercenaries would probably guard the exit of the shelter.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Chu Guang stretched out his hand to hold the warhammer that was leaning on the side, and stood up from the bench.

"Finally it’s my turn."

...

Under the surface.

In the tunnel of Flower Garden Street subway station.

"Damn it! We lost Team C! We have to rely on ourselves now!"

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

This was the only ground cover available in the tunnel.

The captain had left them behind and entered shelter 117 alone. As the leader 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 could not give him a sense of security.

They had no reinforcements.

All they had were the people that were with him.

According to the information provided by Team C, they would face a force that had more than ten times their number. Jerry wasn’t even sure if he had enough ammunition on his side to last until the captain came out of the shelter.

The next second, a loud noise came from the other end of the tunnel.

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

Then, a figure appeared in the tunnel.

He was wearing heavy armor, holding a warhammer in his hand which was pointed provocatively at them.

When he saw the figure appear in the tunnel, Jerry almost used all his strength and roared, "Fire!"

Rat-Tat-Tat!

The orange-yellow ballistics poured from both sides of the tunnel, cutting towards the man like scissors, forming dense suppression..

However, a jaw-dropping scene happened.

Hundreds of bullets that poured out in an instant all fell to the ground as though they struck an invisible wall.

The person was not injured. In fact, their bullets didn’t even scratch the person.

Holding his own hammer with both hands, Old White, who was in the center of the storm, shouted excitedly.

"Holy cow! This hammer is too awesome!"

A few minutes ago, the administrator handed the warhammer to him, and told him that he only needed to press the button on the handle, and then taunt the enemy.

Before entering the tunnel, Old White was still worried about whether he could withstand their barrage. It seemed that his worry was purely unnecessary!

The nitrogen shield spread out from the top of the warhammer was like a transparent umbrella, stopping any bullets from hitting him.

The firepower network seemed ferocious, but it didn’t touch his armor at all!

"Come on, use your strength!"

"That’s all you are capable of? Didn’t you have lunch?"

Old White wasn’t sure whether those elite monsters could understand his non-standard Mandarin, and he wasn’t even sure if they could hear what he said amidst the loud gunshots.

But that was not important. What was more important was that the hammer of the administrator was too cool!

Such a cool mission… He wouldn’t mind doing it a few more times!

Looking at the monster standing still in the center of the fire, Jerry was terrified, and quickly ordered his men to fire the bazooka.

However, before the man carrying the rocket launcher pulled the trigger, a bullet with a power comparable to a cannonball ripped his upper body to shreds.

Jerry was stunned.

The next second, he came to his senses and realized what had happened, and his expression changed wildly.

Gauss Rifle!

These northern suburban bumpkins actually have Gauss Rifles!

There was not enough time for these mercenaries to think about countermeasures.

Looking at Old White who successfully attracted the firepower from the opposite side, Chu Guang, who put away his Gauss Rifle, and blew the whistle.

A screech resounded through the tunnel.

The deafening screams of battle cries sounded at the same time, and the players who had put on their bayonet charged into the tunnel from the platform like a flood that burst our of an embankment.

"Kill them!"

"Ulaaaaaa!"

"Demacia!"

"For Lord Administrator!"

"Crush them!"

Their eardrums hurt from the screams.

Looking at the cold lights that came from the darkness, Jerry started to panic and his will was shaken.

The monster wearing heavy armor and charging with a warhammer had already rushed in front of them. As soon as he raised his hand and waved lightly, a machine gunner was sent flying.

The hand-to-hand combat instantly broke out.

The moment a mercenary pulled out his dagger, his body was riddled with many holes by countless bayonets.

It’s over.

It’s completely over.

Even if their captain came out to save them with an exoframe, it would be impossible to break through.

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

"Stop!"

"We surrender!"

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