This Game Is Too Realistic

Just as the old vernacular's voice fell, the index finger of his right hand had already released the safety of the rifle.

The same goes for the twenty or so Burning Corps players beside him.

The undisguised murderous aura made the eyes of the strong man named Iron Spike shrink slightly.

Hey, wait, did we have a misunderstanding?

Cold sweat oozes from his forehead, he raises his hands, and while stepping back, he tries to ease the tense atmosphere. He didn't know where he had offended this guy, but his instinct told him that this was an extremely dangerous thing.

No.

This time, Tie Spur finally understood what the man in front of him said.

As a result, his eyes were completely imprinted with a layer of deep fear.

...the Alliance never negotiates with looters, and never does business with looters. Every penny you make may turn into bullets fired at civilized people.

Fang Chang took off the Daybreak Longbow on his back, and at the same time drew out an arrow and put it on the bowstring.

So the deal was called off.

Since you believe in fists, let's use your fists to speak!

You talk so much nonsense! Iron Spike, who retreated to a safe distance, roared, with a fierce light in his eyes, Fire me! Kill them!

However--

The chime of the machine gun did not sound.

Instead, there was a thunderous gunshot on the ground, cutting off his preemptive glee.

At the window not far away, the man lying in front of the machine gun suddenly burst into a cloud of blood and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the assault rifles held horizontally in the hands of the players have all pointed their guns at him.

Call me!

The order to fire was issued neatly, and Lao Bai pulled the trigger in his hand at the same time.

chug chug——!

Thick and long tongues of flame jumped from the muzzle of the gun, and orange-yellow bullets shot out, completely tearing the tranquility of the street.

Tie Spike and several younger brothers beside him were beaten into sieves on the spot, and fell to the ground before they could let out a muffled groan.

Everything happened in an instant, and the gunmen hired by Edmund had no time to react, and were caught off guard by the sudden burst of gunfire.

However, their response was fairly quick.

From the windows on the second floor of the cinema, rifles protruded quickly. The gunmen squatting there began to shoot back at the players downstairs.

However, what they faced was the corps of the alliance's T0 echelon.

On the battlefield of Xizhou City, these players have already experienced the test of iron, fire and death countless times, how can a group of fierce fighters resist it?

Whether it's tactics, fighting will, or proficiency in street fighting, neither side is an opponent of the same level.

The players spread out skillfully, quickly locked on the firepower points outside the cinema, and with the tacit cooperation, they fought back with alternating firepower.

Although there were hundreds of gunmen in the movie theater, facing the attack of more than 20 players, they were overwhelmed for a while and couldn't hold their heads up!

Not to mention the sniper lying on a tall building not far away, the gunman whose head was exposed like a roll call.

Even if not every shot would take away a life, the death that would come to them at some point in time brought enormous psychological pressure to them.

The two gunmen squatting at the door tried to close the modified and reinforced door.

However, at this moment, an arrow swished into the door, and burst into flames in an instant.

Fragments from the explosion flew in all directions, killing the two gatekeepers on the spot.

At the same time, a drone folded its rotors, glided and fell from a high altitude, and rushed into the window on the second floor of the cinema with a buzzing sound like the wings of a wasp.

The earth-shattering explosion sounded.

The orange-red flame rolled out from the pitch-black window, blowing away a large amount of gravel and dust, and shaking off the outer wall of the half-collapsed building along with gravel and cement dust.

The slaves on the first floor were curled up in iron cages, shaking uncomfortably.

And in the windows on the second floor, the muzzles of the guns that were hidden there were collectively silenced at this moment.

A relatively narrow space will double the power of the blast shock wave.

The power of the switchblade that fell from the sky was completely beyond the expectations of the gunmen. Most people were stunned, if not killed on the spot.

Ready to assault!

Seizing the opportunity, Lao Bai raised his left fist, gestured forward cleanly, and moved forward first.

The three team members beside him followed closely behind and quickly rushed towards the main entrance.

The same is true for the other four four-person teams, spreading out and advancing forward, like a thumbtack nailed from the front.

The gate was quickly breached.

Then there are the stairs.

The sound of gunfire broke through from bottom to top, and the gunmen who tried to stop were killed one after another and rolled down from the top of the stairs.

Advance to the second floor.

Holding the rifle in his hand, Lao Baiping gave orders to clear up the squads, and then led his squad to move forward.

Five teams entered the second floor from three directions, and carefully searched every corridor, every auditorium, every seat, and every inch of corner.

A gunman leaned on the wall, staggered to escape from the safe passage, and ran into the muzzle of a group of people.

Killing Dagger, who was gripping his rifle tightly, stared at the man and yelled loudly.

lay down your weapon!

However, the gunman ignored him and even tried to shoot back with his gun.

Seeing that it was useless to persuade him to surrender, Killing Dagger pulled the trigger without hesitation, and sent the guy away with a sweep of the shuttle.

Looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood and the muzzle of the gun emitting green smoke, Killing Dagger muttered curses.

Gah, I'm fucking using Renlian language this time!

At any rate, the captives can be exchanged for some contribution points and silver coins.

The corpse can also accumulate an active substance.

Maybe he was deaf from the switchblade just now. The kidney fighter beside him said suddenly.

...Uh, it seems to make sense.

On the other side, after completing the clearing of the northern area, Fang Chang raised his index finger and tapped on the headset, reporting the situation here.

At the same time, the reports of other teams also sounded in the communication channel.

The room on the west side has been cleared.

The room on the east side has been cleared.

The corridor is under control.

The operating room was found...three doctors were found at the scene, and one of them was suspected to be Edmund.

Wait for me there.

Throwing down these words, Fang Chang turned on the VM to confirm the location on the map, and immediately rushed towards the operating room.

When he arrived at the destination, a tall and thin man was holding his hands up, and he had retreated from the side of the operating table to the corner.

He was wearing an apron stained with blood and grease, like the kind worn by chefs.

There was a man and a woman next to him, who were also dressed in the same attire. They should be his assistants, and they also had terrified expressions on their faces at the moment.

The previous explosion and a series of gunshots almost scared them to the urine.

Lying on the operating table was a boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, with a fairly robust physique, as if he was often engaged in physical labor.

But at this moment his breathing was very weak, like a candle in the wind.

Fang Chang noticed a fresh incision on his left abdomen.

Sensing the growing killing intent in everyone's eyes, Edmund said tremblingly.

I, I didn't tie him here...

Then he still voluntarily?

I spent money!

How many?

50... No, not just 50, but also 300 in honor of Mr. West, that lord is the second leader of the Dagger Gang, and this kid lives on his street.

Fang Chang had heard of the Dagger Gang, but he had only heard of it.

but.

Now is not the time to discuss this.

He glanced at the boy lying on the operating table, and then at the man in front of him.

What's his situation now?

Edmund said nervously

Hand, there was an accident during the operation... The bomb you threw just now, I, my hand trembled.

Fang Chang asked.

Is he still saved?

The expression on Edmund's face was a little ugly.

Yes, yes...but I'm afraid I have to change a pair of kidneys for him.

Looking at the translation on the vm, Lao Bai didn't speak.

Glancing at his teammates beside him, he took a suitcase from the latter and put it on the iron shelf next to the operating table.

Under Edmund's surprised gaze, Fang Chang stared at this guy and continued.

Put him on.

Then we'll discuss your problem.

With a quick glance at the suitcase, Edmund's eyes flashed with pain.

It was supposed to be his stuff!

However, the fierce muzzle made him not have the courage to say this at all, and he only dared to curse this group of dishonest guys in his heart.

He swallowed, and nodded nervously.

Okay, okay...

...

The surgery went well.

The boy's breathing gradually stabilized.

Although the effect of the anesthesia has not completely faded, he has regained a little consciousness.

Edmund and his two assistants were taken outside the operating room by Lao Bai and his team.

Looking at the boy lying on the operating table, Fang Chang said.

May I have your name?

Her chapped lips moved slightly.

Hai...

One-syllable names are quite common in the wasteland.

Fang Chang, who often collects information in taverns, has even seen people calling tables and stools.

Where are your parents?

On the edge of the huge wall.

It should be a slum.

After understanding the general situation, Fang Chang paused for a moment, then continued in a gentle tone.

We will send you back, don't tell anyone about us, it's for your own good.

Although the parts of the Awakened are not so valuable as to make people lose their minds, it is hard to say that this thing appears on a child.

Edmund and his assistants will be sent to a prisoner of war camp. As long as he doesn't take the initiative to tell others that he has the parts of the awakened one, no one will know about it.

No one will even know about the operation.

Thank you... When he said this, the boy's eyes were a little confused.

He didn't know why these people did this.

When they worked part-time at the trading post before, people obviously wanted them to die.

However, just as he was about to leave this world, someone reached out and pulled him back.

Watching his back disappear at the door of the operating room, the boy rested his head on the pillow, stared straight at the ceiling, and muttered softly.

What a bunch of weird people...

...

After leaving the operating room, Fang Chang, who was standing at the door, looked at Edmund in the corridor.

Being watched by that person, Edmund said nervously with his heart in his throat.

I have rescued that boy...

Fang Chang said bluntly.

You should.

The expression on Edmund's face paused, and after a while, he spoke in a low voice.

Do you want money? My bargaining chip, and everything here is yours, I just ask you to let me live—

Fang Chang interrupted him and said bluntly.

Of course we'll take your ill-gotten gains, which are our spoils.

Hearing this confident speech, Edmond almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and a trace of obvious fear floated in his eyes.

Are you... from the new alliance?

Fang Chang gave him a strange look.

Didn't Gracie tell you?

He didn't say...he only told me that there was a seller who could provide parts for the Awakened, and asked me if I was interested. As long as I gave him a sum of money, he would introduce the seller to me.

As he spoke tremblingly, a trace of remorse suddenly appeared in Edmund's eyes.

That damned bastard, I knew he had no good intentions!

Several players looked at each other with strange expressions.

It's okay to call others a beast.

I'm not interested in the grievances between you.

Interrupting Edmund's whispers, Fang Chang looked at him and said, You and your assistants, as well as the other raiders who surrendered, will be sent to where you should go and stand trial there.

Edmund protested.

Wait, this is not the territory of the new alliance, why do you use the laws of the alliance to convict me—

Fang Chang glanced at him.

Because we don't like you, is that enough reason?

Or there is a gun on the ground over there, you go and pick it up, and we can communicate in another way.

Edmund looked at him with a stiff face, his calf felt slightly hot, and finally swallowed the words that came to his lips.

There is nothing wrong with this reason.

After all, this is wasteland.

is no man's land.

He can decide the life and death of others at will.

Others are of course also free to decide which set of standards to use to deal with him.

It makes sense.

...

Edmund and his men will be sent to the court in Dawn City, where they will stand trial.

The photos taken by the players at the scene and the video recorded by the action recorder are enough for these beasts to spend the rest of their lives in the prisoner of war camp.

The first floor of the cinema.

In the open yard reinforced with trash and concrete.

The players smashed the rusty chains on the iron cage with their gun butts, and released the survivors locked inside.

These people were ragged, skinny, and stood helplessly in the middle of the open space.

Looking at the rifles in the hands of the players, many people had fear in their eyes, not knowing what would happen next.

Seeing the fear in their eyes, Lao Bai walked in front of them and spoke in a non-fluent human connection language.

You are free.

Go back and reunite with your family.

No matter what reason you are locked up here, don't do stupid things in the future.

Not long after the words fell, the survivors exchanged glances and whispered to each other as if they had returned to their souls.

Almost everyone's eyes were full of surprise.

They thought they were just going from one group of villains' pockets to another group of villains' pockets, but they didn't expect these people to let them go.

A ragged man took two steps forward.

He raised his head obediently and looked up at the benefactor in front of him.

Can you tell me... your name?

Lao Bai said with a hearty smile.

My name is not worth mentioning, there are a lot of people here ... we are all from the northern suburbs league.

alliance……

The man lowered his head.

He chewed the word repeatedly in his mouth, and there seemed to be light in those cloudy pupils.

……Thanks.

Bowing deeply, he walked towards the gate and left here.

Some people followed behind him and walked towards the wasteland beyond the gate.

However, some people stayed.

Lao Bai made a rough count and found that there were quite a few people left behind, more than fifty.

Aren't you leaving?

Hearing this sentence, people exchanged glances.

One of them came forward and said with lowered eyebrows.

We... have no home, please allow us to follow in your footsteps.

Hearing this request, Lao Bai couldn't help but feel troubled.

According to the general rpg game, if I agree to him, I have to become their leader, not only have to be responsible for their eating and drinking, but also help them flush the toilet.

Managing a group of NPCs is much more troublesome than managing players.

You don't have to follow me, you should go live your own life. But... if you have nowhere to go, you can come back to the alliance with us.

There are a lot of people like you out there who will help you start a new life.

The expressions on everyone's faces were full of bewilderment at first.

However, when they heard the latter sentence, there was still a hint of longing for a new life in people's eyes.

There are also a few who didn't respond at all from the beginning to the end, probably clones who didn't have a complete mind.

Lao Bai had seen similar existences in the Bloody Hand Clan's lair before.

Dealing with these guys is tricky too.

But he didn't intend to worry about it.

He's here to play games.

Although it's cool to pretend, it's too troublesome to think about the next thing.

Let the respected manager to worry about these troublesome things!

...

Although the transaction was cancelled, the players unexpectedly discovered that their gains from this transaction exceeded expectations.

The chips scavenged from the basement piled up into a hill.

Although the face value of each chip is not large, it adds up to a total of 180,000!

The only capital is just dozens of magazines and a switch knife.

Too bad they didn't bring the RPG, or it would have been cheaper.

Looking at the hill piled up with chips, the murderer's dagger couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Sure enough... cheating and eating cheats are the most frankly profitable.

What is black eating black!

Fang Chang rolled his eyes and refuted his statement, It's clearly the hammer of justice!

We confiscated their chips, used these chips to upgrade equipment, and then used the upgraded equipment to save more survivors. It is obviously a just thing. How dare you say it's black and white? Excuse me?

Killing Dagger was stunned for a moment.

Fuck?

Makes sense!

Hearing Fang Chang's nonsense, Lao Bai laughed and said in a teasing tone.

Okay, don't talk so much nonsense, just play the game to make it go your way, what's the use of talking big things. How do we divide these chips? Give me an idea.

The average score is the same as the next book, what else can I do.

After listening to Fang Chang's suggestion, Lao Bai snapped his fingers.

Okay, then as you said, when Ye Shi and Kuangfeng come back, we will each pack in a bag.

Hearing this sentence, the players immediately cheered.

Boss is awesome!

666!

Fuck you rich!

According to the average distribution, each of them can get more than 8,000 chips, which is equivalent to 16,000 silver!

What task can give so much money?

Such a huge sum of money.

It can be said that he got rich overnight!