This Game Is Too Realistic

While the sand sculpture and the comedian were standing on the roof watching the excitement, the Blackwater Alley in the distance had turned into a mess.

Not long after Tallan Raider and his three cronies walked out of Nok's home, a group of vicious guys chased them.

This group of people were all wearing uniform vests, showing their muscular arms, and they were carrying long guns, short cannons, and short knives. There were all sorts of messy things.

At first, Taran thought he was involved in some gang fight, until the other party fired a spray gun into the sky and yelled at him.

Those in front! Stop!

Don't run!

Countless thoughts flashed through Taran's mind, including that he was sold by Nok, that these gang members were employed by the Enlightenment Society, etc., until Pickled Fish grabbed his arm.

Fuck! Run!!

Realizing that now was not the time to think about this, Taran suddenly came to his senses and ran away without saying a word.

run!

Seeing the group leader rushing out immediately, the three players also hurriedly followed behind and rushed towards the other end of the alley.

They all only had one pistol on them, and the four of them couldn't muster ten magazines. However, the other side had all kinds of spray guns and rifles. The firepower of both sides was completely different!

Even if you have the ability of an awakened person, you are not so wasteful.

Seeing that the fat man on his lips was about to run away, Morse quickly called on the hyena gang to catch up.

A group of people were chasing each other on the street.

Listening to the bullets flying overhead, Taran cursed in shock and anger.

Damn it, are these NPCs crazy?! I'm doing the mission normally, and why are you leading me like this?!

While he was talking, a bullet flew past his ear.

The sound of breaking through the air that blew into his cochlea scared him and he hurriedly shrank his neck, and his running pace accelerated.

This is a new map several time zones away from the save point and resurrection point.

If he dies, not only will all his equipment be exploded, all unsaved experience will be lost, and the hidden missions he just obtained will also be gone.

This loss can no longer be described as blood loss, it is simply a loss!

Following closely behind the regiment leader, Medical Miracle couldn't help but complain.

You are so stupid!

Pickled Fish: That's right! I am planning this wave.

Tallan Raider: MMP, how long has it been since we were still fighting among ourselves! Can't you join me in scolding the plan?

Angry Fatty Liver: ...

Medical Miracle: If I were Ah Guang, I would give you a big wave on your face.

Pickled Fish: “What’s so big——”

Only halfway through Lao Cai's words, another group of unkind guys broke in in front of everyone.

Unlike the group of guys in vests behind them, these guys are not only well-dressed, but also have a much more refined temperament.

However, being polite and polite, with all the PU-9 submachine guns in his hands, he didn't seem to be reasonable at all.

The Talan Raiders suddenly felt alarmed, grabbed the pickled fish next to them, and led everyone to dodge and hide in the alley next to the street.

Almost at the same time that they turned a corner, the black holes of the guns spurted out tongues of flame.

The sound of gunfire filled the entire street, and the noisy rain of bullets and gunpowder instantly left rows of bullet holes in the mud houses along the street.

Not only Taran and his three cronies were frightened, but Morse and York, who were chasing after them, were also frightened, and they hurriedly dispersed and hid aside.

Unfortunately, one of the boys was hit in the chest by a stray bullet. His blood immediately spread all over the place, and he was hurriedly pulled behind the bunker by the gang members nearby.

Looking at his unconscious brother lying in a pool of blood, Morse's eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked murderously at the man in formal clothes on the opposite street, and gritted his teeth and made a sound like a poisonous snake spitting a message.

Tony...what the hell do you mean?

Iron Hand Gang!

Another major gang in Blackwater Lane, runs the largest nightclub and casino in the entire city!

Unlike himself, this guy's customers are not just the cockroaches of Blackwater Street, but also occasionally some Weirant people, especially the military nobles among the Weilant people.

It is precisely because of this that Morse has always been afraid of him and is reluctant to conflict with him easily.

Tony, who was holding a cigarette butt in his mouth, calmly put a new magazine on the submachine gun and loaded it with a click.

It's no fun, everyone depends on their ability.

Looking back at the dying young man, Morse said angrily.

How do I count my people?

Tony grinned slightly and said slowly.

I stepped on a cockroach when I went out today. What does it have to do with me?

Normally, the Weirant people forbade them from fighting, and most of them behaved with restraint. Even if they killed someone, they would not do it blatantly in the street. After all, no one wanted to attract repression from the army.

But today is different from the past. The garrison has issued a wanted order, and even if someone is killed, it can be explained as an accidental injury during a firefight.

Those Weirant people didn't really care about their life and death. Tony often dealt with those big noses and knew very well what the standards of doing things were.

Precisely because of this, he didn't take these hyenas seriously at all.

This arrogant attitude completely angered Morse and the hyenas around him.

Doctor York couldn't help it anymore. He roared angrily, raised the iron pipe assault rifle in his hand, and fired a burst of Brownian motion bullets across the street.

Go and eat shit! Tony! Join the ducks next to you!

The bullets flying towards them made the members of the Iron Hand Gang scurry to avoid them.

Although the iron tube rifle wrapped with tape has no accuracy at all, the bullet it shoots is 7 mm after all.

Infuriated by the rude curse, Tony's eyes narrowed to slits, he took off his cigarette butt and threw it on the ground to crush it with the toe of his shoe.

You asked for it.

After saying that, he waved his index finger forward, and a group of murderous men in formal suits set up their PU-9 submachine guns and fired at the other side of the street.

Different from the street fighting of the regular army, there is no accuracy in the fighting of this gang of gangsters. Most of them are people hiding behind the bunker, and their weapons are close to the bunker and shooting outwards.

After all, they don't have medical insurance, they don't get medals for killing people, and they don't even get a box of ashes for those who are beaten to death. No one loses in terms of momentum, but there are only a few who are really desperate.

The two sides exchanged fire for a long time. A lot of bullets were fired, but few people were shot and lying on the ground.

Taran, who was hiding in an alley, was dumbfounded, while the medical miracle next to him swallowed his saliva.

Wait, why did they start fighting on their own?!

How the hell do I know...

Taran glanced outside, carefully observed the two groups of people, and found that they were all wearing completely different styles of clothing.

It was at this moment that he noticed a familiar face among the group of people on the left.

The moment he saw that face, Taran's eyes suddenly widened and he roared angrily.

Nok! Why did you betray me!

When he heard the name Nok, Morse, who was fighting with Tony, was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed and yelled like crazy.

Nok? My name is not Nok. Remember my name. My name is Broken Finger! Are you stupid?

Three Is in a row made Taran's head confused for a moment, as if he had been kicked by a donkey.

He, a five-star good citizen of Los Santos, was actually ridiculed by the NPC! ?

The medical miracle following him wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, but finally couldn't hold back his laughter and burst into tears.

Hahahaha!

What kind of cerebral palsy captain...

You're laughing so hard, you were fooled by artificial intelligence!

Listening to the wanton ridicule of his three confidants, Taran's entire face turned the color of pig liver, and the aggrieved feeling was even worse than killing him.

After all, it takes three days to be resurrected, but it takes a lifetime to be laughed at on the forum.

Oh shit……

He cursed, took out the pistol stuck behind his butt, and was about to join the melee to regain his place, but was stopped by a medical miracle with quick eyes and hands.

Fuck, brother, don't get excited!

Pickled Fish also said nervously.

Yeah, boss, don't get excited! Let's just make a joke. Even if we have to jump out of the car, we won't jump out of the car during the mission. At least we will wait until the mission is completed.

With the persuasion of the two of them, Taran gradually calmed down and thought about how to get out of trouble.

Two gangs were targeting him at the same time, and it was probably not for money...

Especially the broken finger pretending to be Nok.

If it was for money, he should have taken action when he opened the door just now, instead of waiting until now!

Thinking of this, Taran's heart moved and he looked at Fatty Liver, who had been silent.

Fat, please go offline and take a look.

Fatty Liver opened his eyes, looked at him and said calmly.

...I just came back from offline, and the thirty brothers in our hotel have already been served in one pot.

The forum at this moment was filled with a happy atmosphere. After all, this war had been going on for so long, and this was the first time that the Alliance's regiment had been captured by an organized force like this.

And it was still surrounded by a group of guards.

However, he did not tell the regiment commander these trivial matters.

They are now grasshoppers on a rope, and there is no point even if they laugh at each other.

After listening to Fatty Liver's statement, Taran secretly thought that it was true.

Thirty members of the group in the hotel were eaten in one fell swoop, and the Wilantes were indeed targeting them.

But why are gangs coming?

For a moment, a possibility suddenly appeared in Taran's mind.

They have no evidence!

This is not to say that the Weirant people are very rule-abiding, but that there are established procedures in any system, and it is impossible to allow individuals in this system to do whatever they want.

Whoever gives the order must take responsibility. This logic also works within the army.

In other words, the port garrison that was eyeing them did not receive an order from their superiors to take action, but made an arbitrary decision simply out of suspicion of some of their own people.

Those Willant people don't have enough evidence to prove that they are spies of the Alliance!

If he died in their pursuit as a Union citizen, it might not be a trouble for the Southern Army, but it would definitely be a trouble for the garrison.

So they entrusted it to local gangs. In this way, even if they only caught one body, they could still blame the gangs for fighting and turn the diplomatic issue into a security issue.

Taran's thoughts turned quickly and he made a decision quickly.

Fatty liver, you can send private messages to our group members offline and connect them with their confessions! Kill them in one bite. We are here for... a business inspection.

Fatty Liver smiled lightly.

They have finished colluding...although it is not a business trip, it is a trip.

Medical Miracle couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Awesome!

The pickled fish couldn’t help but praise it.

Gao, you can be the leader.

Fatty Liver raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Although it actually has nothing to do with him, there seems to be no need to explain.

Hearing that his team members were so self-conscious, Talan's face also showed a bit of surprise.

The quality of the new recruits he received this time is surprisingly good. It seems that his ambition to hit T0 is promising!

The only fly in the ointment is that the reason for traveling is a bit far-fetched. It's no wonder that if the other party bites them to death, they may have problems.

But that’s fine.

Taran's eyes flickered slightly, and he already had a new idea.

I will help you break up the situation. You will find a way to escape north in a while. Escape outside the settlement first, and then wait for news from me.

Pickled Fish looked at the regiment leader in surprise.

how about you?

Surrender yourself.

Taran's lips curled up into a smile, and he looked at the three confidants who looked surprised and said lightly.

I heard that the Enlightenment Society called on the residents of the shelter to unite against the survivors of the War Construction Committee.

I don't know if they want the shelter residents who have turned from darkness to light.

…

As the thirty-level Awakened Ones join the battle, the battle in Blackwater Alley becomes intense.

After all, he is a veteran who has lost his life at the hands of a pangolin. Although the Tallan Raider is not very bright in his head, his skills in his hands are not ambiguous at all.

He first used a ladder to send the three younger brothers away, and then single-handedly killed them out between the two groups of men with only a pistol.

Fortunately, when I was looking for the mission coordinates, I walked around Blackwater Alley several times, which was equivalent to crossing the point in advance.

He wasn't familiar with the terrain here, but he didn't rush around like a headless fly.

After passing through two streets, he went straight into the crowded market and fired a gun into the sky, causing the entire market to turn upside down.

Morse and Tony, who were chasing after him, turned green when they saw this guy rushing into the market.

Sure enough, not long after the fool made things big, a group of armed guards came over in an assault vehicle.

Among the group of armed guards wearing bulletproof armor, Taran dropped his pistol and walked past the fleeing crowd with his hands raised, making a shocked expression.

Thank God you are here!

The centurion who led the team walked up to him with a gloomy face.

Did you fire the gun?

Taran's eyes widened in surprise.

Me?! Are you kidding me? I'm just a tourist! This is my VM, which contains my electronic visa. I came in through customs as usual!

A body search will be conducted at the same time as customs registration. Unlike stowaways, the former are protected by the laws of Triumph City.

At least in name only.

As he spoke, Taran pointed behind him at the group of gang members who were pursuing him.

They were the ones who shot the gun! If you ask anyone, you can tell.

The Centurion squinted his eyes and looked at this guy from the Alliance with a scrutinizing gaze, wanting to poke his ugly and disgusting face with the tip of his nose.

He naturally knew who the gang of thugs were, but he didn't expect that the wanted order issued by his side would actually help him. He had an excuse to be persecuted and seek asylum.

But it doesn’t matter.

At least someone was caught.

The thirty Alliance citizens captured before all insisted that they were here for tourism, and they were completely treated like fools.

This is a wasteland.

And how can anyone travel to the enemy's territory?

He had given up hope of prying anything out of those people's mouths, hoping to open a breakthrough in this guy.

boarding.

Taran breathed a sigh of relief, a look of relief on his face.

Thanks.

The centurion, who didn't want to listen to his nonsense, pushed him and handed him over to his adjutant.

A gang member wearing a vest hesitated and walked up to ask for payment.

Hey, that...

The centurion didn't even look at this blind guy. He waved his hand and had people capture him together and take him back as a trophy from the mission.

Morse, who was hiding in the crowd, had a gloomy face, looking at the withdrawing assault vehicles, wondering what he was thinking in his heart.

Tony, who had been fighting with him earlier, stood next to him and lit up another cigarette.

Centurion of the garrison, it seems that the money is not so easy to earn... It has been decided that the Iron Hand Gang will withdraw. You can play by yourself.

Morse glanced at him and said with a smile.

thank you.

You're welcome. If you have to thank me, you can save it for your funeral... No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. I will take care of your territory for you.

Throwing the submachine gun into his younger brother's hand, Tony gave him a mocking look. Regardless of the angry glares of the hunting dogs at him, he turned around and walked away with the people.

York stared at the guy with murderous eyes until the figure disappeared at the end of the market, then looked at his boss and lowered his voice.

Boss...is this just the end of it?

Morse's eyes narrowed to a slit, he looked back from the direction Tony left, then looked towards the direction the assault vehicle left, and spoke word by word.

I never make a loss-making business...

This is not over yet.

Enlightenment meeting...

After living in this city for so long, this was the first time he heard about this organization.

With this word in his mouth silently, Morse shook his chin slightly, turned around and left with his younger brothers.

At the same time, the rooftop in the distance.

The sand sculptures and comedians who were watching the excitement finally finished eating the melon seeds in their pockets.

When he saw Taran discarding his weapon and actively walking towards the Weirant man's note, the former opened his eyes in surprise and gave a rare compliment.

Awesome...this fool has something, and he even figured out the trick of surrendering himself.

He probably guessed what the guy was going to do.

If it's what he thinks, they might be able to cooperate.

The comedian looked at him and asked.

What now? What shall we do?

Sit back and wait.

Throwing the melon seed shells downstairs, the sand sculpture clapped his hands and picked up the travel bag placed aside.

It contained all his equipment.

Including a sniper rifle disassembled into parts, a submachine gun, several grenades and a drone.

How these things were brought in is also very simple.

He and his teammates didn't take the usual route when they got off the ship. Instead, they got stuck in the blind spot of the customs NPC's vision and got in through a bug.

If people from the Enlightenment Society notice them, they may set foot near the guardhouse where they are detained... We can just keep an eye on them nearby and mark the suspicious people.

Comedian: What does it mean to be suspicious?

The sand sculpture grinned.

NPCs who are as sneaky as us, or the same face appears for several days in a row. Make good use of drones and facial recognition... Don't just stand around, it's time to go.

Everything is according to his plan!

Looking at the melon seed shells floating in the wind, Xiaojiang sighed.

The quality is really poor.