This Game Is Too Realistic

In the northern suburbs of Yongye Port, two trucks were parked in an open space near the wilderness.

The bed of the truck was open, and there were a handful of shiny black assault rifles inside.

The eyes of the Hyena gang members standing in front of the truck were wide-eyed, especially York, who had a groove on his chest. Looking at one of the large-caliber shotguns, his greedy pupils wished that green light would shine out.

These weapons are the standard equipment of the legion.

In addition to the common blade assault rifle, there is even a 7mm caliber tear light machine gun!

The latter is a newly designed light weapon equipment for the Borneo war zone by the Southern Army Equipment Manufacturing Bureau based on the needs of the frontline battlefield.

At present, this machine gun has been put into production, and the first batch of products has been shipped to the warehouse in Yongye Port.

What's interesting is that this extremely suppressive light machine gun has not yet been used by the frontline troops, but it has first taken advantage of the gang members in Blackwater Lane.

Four disciples of the Enlightenment Society stood beside the two trucks, staring intently at the group of villains.

Of course, they are not real disciples of the Enlightenment Society, but officers of the garrison's intelligence section.

They hate these villains from the bottom of their hearts. However, for the sake of higher interests, they had to put aside their status and cooperate with these guys.

The same goes for Kant.

He looked down on these dirty hyenas from the bottom of his heart, but they had already come this far, so he had no choice but to keep going.

His eyes drifted to Taran who was standing aside. He stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, threw it to the ground and stamped it out.

...I have to remind you that if this batch of arms flows into the civilian population, it will have a great impact on us.

Taran chuckled, but said in his heart that it was none of my business, but on the surface he was still pretending to be deceptive.

I know, but no matter what, their threat is smaller than those addictive drugs, right? Just let those social trash kill each other, can they turn the world upside down? No matter how capable they are, 902mm Can the gun be capable?

These words actually reassured Kant a little.

At the same time, after Mors stepped forward to count the equipment, he returned to Taran and Kant with a bright smile.

His attitude was much more respectful than before, like a vicious dog that had recognized its master.

If he had doubts about the strength of the Enlightenment Society before, now he only has admiration in his heart.

Two truckloads of munitions.

Without the relationship with the senior officials of the garrison, this would be unthinkable!

Are these weapons enough? Taran said with a smile, looking at the tamed hyena.

That's enough, that's enough! Morse said with a happy smile on his face and a respectful nod, Give me half a day, and I promise to give you a satisfactory explanation.

Two truckloads of munitions!

It's enough to arm two centurions!

Not to mention a small character like Tony, he even has the confidence to go to the front line and kill a thousand-man team!

You'd better be like this. Kant gave him a meaningful look, turned around and returned to the car parked not far away.

Taran smiled and patted Morse on the shoulder with an expression of appreciation.

Do a good job, this is your certificate of membership!

Restraining the joy in his heart, Morse nodded and ordered.

yes!

…

At this moment, Tony didn't realize that before the garrison focused on his business, a mentally disturbed mad dog had already spotted him first by some combination of circumstances.

On the southwest corner of Blackwater Lane, in the middle of a crowded slum, sits a canning factory.

The doors and windows of the factory were tightly covered with curtains. At first glance, it looked like a factory that had failed due to poor management.

However, if you lift the curtain and walk inside, you will find a scene of excitement.

Gangsters with armed weapons stood at the entrance of the factory, and just behind the entrance they were guarding, rows of long tables were displayed, just like a continuously running assembly line.

A group of workers from Borneo are busy working on the assembly line.

They pounded the tranquilizers distributed to the wounded by the logistics department into powder, then put them into extraction bottles to separate them. Several experts in chemical protective suits extracted the valuable ingredients and concentrated them into dark green crystals.

Even though the working environment here is harsh and there is a lack of necessary production protection, these workers from Borneo still work hard without any complaints.

After all, the hourly wage here is three times what they earn in their hometown. Working hard for a day here is better than working for a week in their hometown.

They can endure the hardships that the natives in the desert cannot endure without complaining, and even feel that they have taken a huge advantage.

The gang members supervising the production were smoking cigarettes on the sidelines, unwilling to get too close to the production workshop.

The purification process requires the use of many chemicals, many of which are highly volatile and harmful.

Most of the Borneo people's noses can no longer smell, but their smell is extremely pungent.

Next to the container on the second floor, a burly man was flipping through the cargo list.

Next to him were two boys with PU-9 submachine guns on their waists, and in front of him stood the manager of the factory.

From the flattering smile on the manager's face, it is not difficult to see the difference in identity and status between the two parties.

And the fact is indeed the case, that burly man is Tony's number one warrior, known as Skull Crusher Raggu.

He was once a wrestler in an underground boxing ring. His legs were broken because he won a match he shouldn't have won. He was later taken in by Tony and installed a military prosthetic body, and thus became a member of the Iron Hand Gang.

Although his gnarled muscles made him look like a rough man, the reality was exactly the opposite.

Because of his meticulous thinking, rough and fine handling style, and loyalty, Tony quickly entrusted him with the most profitable business of the Iron Hand Gang.

While flipping through the inventory list in his hand, Raggu asked the manager in front of him.

How is the production of the new batch of goods going?

The manager had an eager smile on his face and reported quickly.

Fifty kilograms have been produced so far! This group of workers from Borneo Province are becoming more and more skilled, and the production efficiency has doubled compared to when they first came here. Our raw material purchase speed can hardly keep up with their work speed.

Not bad. Raggu nodded in approval, but quickly changed the subject and said, When this batch of raw materials is used up, give the workers two days off and stop production in advance.

Stop? The manager was stunned for a moment and said worriedly, But the boss -

That's what the boss means.

Seeing the concern in the manager's eyes, Raggu smiled lightly and continued.

The efficiency of recovering small tablets from those big-headed soldiers is too low, and the cost of purification is too high, and confidentiality is also a problem. Our boss managed to secure the supply of first-tier suppliers, and we can use it directly in the future snake plant to produce snake oil.”

The manager looked shocked, and an expression of ecstasy immediately appeared on his face.

Really?! That's... awesome! If we can directly use raw materials to produce snake oil, our production capacity can be increased five times compared to now - oh no, even ten times is possible!

Raggu smiled and patted his shoulder.

As long as you understand, I need you to redesign a production line to use new raw materials to produce old products.

The manager puffed up his chest and said with joy.

This is so easy. Don't worry, leave it to me——

Before he could finish his words, a deafening explosion suddenly came from outside the factory.

The roaring sound made everyone froze in place, including the Borneo workers standing in front of the long table, their expressions all changed.

They looked at the fellow villagers beside them, exchanging panicked looks.

what happened?

explode?

Damn...is there a war here too?!

Just as they were shouting in panic, a gunshot suddenly exploded in the factory.

boom--!

Quiet!

Raggu raised his gun towards the roof and roared angrily. The rough voice instantly silenced the chaotic factory.

...Put the flammable and explosive materials into the warehouse, then squat by the wall with your hands on your head and wait there. Don't fucking run around and get scratched by stray bullets! I won't reimburse your heads!

Security personnel, get your guns. It's time for you to take action to suppress the situation. Prepare to follow me!

As he finished speaking, he reached out and pulled up the manager who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and pushed the coward toward the stairs.

And you! Go notify the boss! Get up and run faster, damn it!

Yes, yes! The manager yelled in panic, his voice was out of shape.

I have never seen such a battle.

He quickly rushed downstairs, rushed into the security room, grabbed the phone, and reported the situation here to his boss.

At this moment, crackling gunshots were heard outside the factory, and the attackers had already merged with the surrounding security.

Standing in the factory, Lag Gugei lit a cigarette, walked to a window, opened the curtain and looked outside the window.

The firepower on the other side was extremely fierce, and all they carried were automatic rifles, beating his group of boys holding submachine guns to the point where they couldn't even lift their heads.

What are the identities of these guys? !

Due to the fear of alien rebellion, the Southern Army has always been very strict in controlling the weapons of aliens.

If you are a foreigner, unless you become a centurion or above in the regular army, it is almost impossible to legally obtain the weapons of the regular army, and even if you do, you cannot hold them openly.

Raggu thought about it for a long time and never thought that there were ruthless people in Blackwater Alley who could get military assault rifles, and they could get so many at one time.

His boss paid a lot of money to buy a batch of PU-9 submachine guns just to show off!

However, this does not mean that he is afraid of these people!

Looking at the approaching fire outside the factory, Raggu was unusually calm, without any panic at all.

Others didn't know about his boss's relationship with the military, but he knew it very well.

If it was an action by the military or garrison, it was impossible for them to have no information at all.

Then there is only one possibility, these guys are either their enemies! Or they are the ones eyeing their business!

Thinking of this, Raggu's expression turned cold. He waved to his younger brother and pulled out the two-unit anti-aircraft cannon stored in the warehouse.

The caliber of this thing is 30 mm, and one shell can cut a person in two.

The boss told him not to use this thing if he could do without it. After all, it would be very troublesome.

But since the other party is serious about it, no one can blame him!

Drag it! Window quickly!

Raggu roared low, urging his younger brother to put it up to the window, then turned over and sat on it, and stuffed the curved magazine into the slot with a click.

Two black and thick gun barrels stuck out of the window. Raggu turned the winch vigorously and aimed the caliper at the few minions who were leaning behind the bunker and shooting into the factory.

There was a hint of ferocity on his face, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

“Bang bang bang——!!!”

A series of deafening explosions echoed in the factory area, and thick and long tracers were like arrows leaving the string!

In front of the 30mm cannon, the low wall half a man's height looked like paper.

The four gang members were instantly beaten to pieces together with their bunkers, and their bloody limbs and rubble were scattered on the ground.

Seeing the machine gun aiming at it, the young man holding the assault rifle was so frightened that he ran away in a rolling and crawling manner. However, he was still chased by the incoming shells and was crushed into a pool of bloody fragments. .

The bloody and cruel scene frightened the gang members who were fighting at the scene.

Whether it was the Iron Hand Gang or the Hyena Gang members wearing scarves, they all froze in place with cold hands and feet, and forgot to fire for a moment.

After all, they are not regular troops. They usually fight fiercely. Who has seen such an awesome thing? !

Not only were these gang members frightened, but Kant, who was standing not far behind them, was also frightened.

As an operator of the Intelligence Section, this was the first time he heard that such a big guy was hiding in Blackwater Alley! ?

Who on earth sold this thing to them!

Is that guy crazy? !

Looking at the corpses scattered in front of the factory door, Raggu was completely red-eyed.

The numbness in the muscles of his arms made him feel as if those fragmented pieces of flesh had been chopped out by his own hands.

After emptying one magazine, he replaced it with a new one, set up the two thick and long barrels and aimed at the factory wall.

Looking at the group of escaping minions, a hearty laugh burst from his mouth.

Hahaha!!! Go to hell!

The bang-bang-bang sound of fire resounded through the square of the factory area again, and the hyena gang members who were besieging the factory fled.

Looking at his subordinates who continued to suffer casualties, Morse's eyes turned red and he snatched the Iron Fist rocket launcher from the subordinates beside him.

What the hell! I'll fight you!

When it comes to madness, no one in Blackwater Alley can compare to him.

He howled and rushed forward, and before the anti-aircraft gun noticed him, he pulled the trigger from a distance of 200 meters.

A long and thick flame burst out from the slender iron pipe, dragging a huge rocket towards the window.

Seeing the rockets flying towards him, Raggu's eyes widened and he threw himself aside almost instinctively.

The exploding metal jet instantly penetrated the mantlet of the anti-aircraft gun, blasting the entire receiver structure into a pile of scrap metal.

The explosive ammunition scattered like fireworks, whizzing around the factory, and one of them even almost landed in the warehouse where flammable and explosive materials were stored.

Raggu was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart was even more frightened.

He stuck his head out of the window and saw Morse's disgusting face and maniacal laughter.

Hahahaha! Tony, you hide it so deep. I didn't expect you to have such a big thing hidden in your trouser pocket! It must have cost a lot of money!

Looking at the rocket launcher tube in Morse's hand, Raggu roared in shock and anger.

Morse, are you fucking crazy?! Do you know what you're doing?

Tsk, it's a little guy.

Seeing the head sticking out of the window, Morse clicked his tongue, suddenly lost the desire to show off, and threw the hot launch tube to the boy beside him.

Brothers, rush in! No need to hold back those who resist, just leave a few obedient ones alive!

Seeing that the opponent's big guys had ceased fire, the hyena gang members, who were on the verge of collapse, regained their morale and rushed forward with howls.

Morse glanced back at the direction of Taran and Kant, winked at the latter, then took up the rifle and went into battle himself, leading a group of gang members into the factory.

The crackle of gunfire was heard in the factory.

Soon the sound of the submachine gun died down, leaving only the sound of the automatic rifle.

Although the furious Raggu resisted desperately, he was ultimately outnumbered. He was shot three times in the chest and fell to the ground with his eyes bulging outward.

Seeing the death of their leader, the gangsters of the Iron Hand Gang immediately squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Listening to the noisy gunshots, Taran felt his blood boiling in his chest and wished he could show off in person.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his restless emotions, Taran looked at the assistant standing beside him with a beaming look, and spoke with a hint of showoff.

These people are pretty useful, aren't they? If we use our own people, there might be a lot of casualties.

Kant reluctantly nodded and closed his mouth tightly without saying a word.

...

When he didn't speak, Taran patted his shoulder.

Let's go and see our trophies.

Without waiting for Kant's answer, Taran took the initiative and walked ahead towards the factory where the gunfire had stopped.

When he walked to the door of the factory, a bloody smell hit his face.

He slapped the front of his nose with his palm, and saw Morse, covered in blood, walking down the stairs with his head in his hands.

Looking at Taran standing at the door of the factory, Morse threw the head in his hand to the ground with a grin.

Skullcrusher, Raggu, Tony's confidant, but it's a pity that guy himself is not here.

The head looked like it had been chopped off with a fire axe, and the neck showed signs of being hit with a blunt instrument.

Taran clicked his tongue lightly, without any sympathy in his heart, he just raised his head and looked into the factory.

“Did you find the snake oil?”

Morse grinned slightly and whistled.

Everyone gets the stolen goods. Not only are there production and inventory lists, but there are also Borneo laborers responsible for producing addictive drugs... I wonder if the latter can prove the relationship between this batch of goods and the alliance.

Taran coughed slightly.

This is too far-fetched. Borneo laborers are everywhere. This clue alone cannot prove anything... We need more clues, preferably clues that point directly to the Alliance.

Tch, it's really troublesome.

Scratching the back of his head with a bloody hand, Morse looked back at the factory and shouted to the younger brothers who had taken control of the entire factory.

York, take your people and stay where you are, while the others search for me!

An energetic roar soon came from the factory.

yes!

About thirty gang members quickly took action and searched the factory.

As this group of minions rummaged through, they soon discovered new clues.

Following the footsteps of a younger brother, Taran and Morse soon arrived at a secluded warehouse.

This is probably a place where waste is discarded. Several half-person-high plastic boxes are filled with empty medicines and medicine boards made of tinfoil.

Picking up an empty medicine bottle from the ground, Kant frowned, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

...Sharon.

Hearing the unfamiliar words popping out of his mouth, Taran quickly cast a questioning look at him.

What?

Kant's Adam's apple moved and a sentence came out of his mouth.

...It's Sharon, a sedative drug specially developed by the Logistics Department to treat the mental trauma of the wounded.

no doubt.

This is the raw material used to make snake oil!

However, why do the prescription drugs issued by the logistics office appear here, and so many of them appear!

In fact, when he saw the anti-aircraft gun, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

After seeing these empty medicine bottles, the bad feeling in his heart became stronger.

There might be a military background behind this business for veterans of the Wilant people...

If this is the case, let alone his commander Daniel, even his commander's commander, the garrison commander-in-chief, Captain Willoughby, may not be able to handle this trouble.

Kant felt that his heartbeat was about to freeze.

However, despite being frightened, he was still more confused.

Why?

Why is it that it is not the alliance that pours poison into their mouths, but the people who claim to care about them the most?

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and his shoulders also trembled.

...What's wrong with you buddy?

Taran put her hand on his shoulder and frowned in confusion.

Morse said nothing, because at this moment his younger brother ran over and spoke to him in a panic.

There is a living person hiding in the security room! He is the manager of this factory!

Morse grabbed him by the collar and pulled him forward.

Where are the people?

The younger brother said in a panic.

He locked himself in there! The door is too strong and we can't get in.

What a waste!

Morse cursed loudly and wanted to call someone to bring the rocket launcher, but he remembered that he only had one rocket launcher, and the expression on his face suddenly became awkward.

But at this moment, a big figure from the Enlightenment Society resolved his embarrassment.

Use this thing.

Talan kicked the soda package next to him with the toe of his shoe, and a smirk appeared on Taran's face.

There is nitric acid, sulfuric acid, and glycerin here... It is a tough job to handle the glass flask a little bit.

It may be difficult for others, but it is not too easy for an experienced player like him.

Although Morse was confused and couldn't understand what he meant, after watching him operate for a while, he immediately reacted and gave a thumbs up with sincere admiration.

People with knowledge are worshiped everywhere, even in places like Blackwater Lane.

Putting the processed formula in glass jars, Taran carried the two glass jars directly to the door of the security room and inserted detonators into the two jars himself.

When he reached a safe distance, Taran pressed the detonator without saying a word.

There was a loud boom, and the flames of the explosion instantly collapsed the entire wall of the security room, leaving only a lone blast-proof door lying intact on the ground.

The power of the explosion perfectly met Taran's expectations, and even exceeded his expectations.

The roaring shock wave not only pushed out everyone who had retreated to a safe distance, but the dust kicked up also obscured everyone's faces.

The manager in the security room was obviously too dead to die, and everyone in the abandoned factory was also knocked upside down.

Struggling to get up from the rubble, Kant cursed and got up from the ground, sniffed, but his expression changed instantly.

Toxic! Damn-

His reminder was obviously a step too late.

Everyone, including Morse and Taran, sniffed subconsciously, and then their consciousness seemed to be covered with a transparent film, and everything in front of them became illusory.

Taran was vaguely aware of what was happening, but before he could react, his consciousness fell into darkness, and then there was the feeling of being wrapped in something above his head.

He took off his gaming helmet with a confused look on his face, glanced around at the familiar furnishings, and couldn't help but blurt out a national curse.

Fuck!