This Game Is Too Realistic

boom!

As a harsh gunshot broke the silence, the battle in the radio station building officially began.

A ten-man team quickly broke into the building and engaged in a firefight with armed men who were stationed in the building.

This brief firefight only lasted less than five minutes. The ten-man team that rushed into the building was blasted out by the dust of the explosion and the noisy gunfire.

Not only that, the originally full ten-man team suffered more than half casualties, and two of the seriously injured soldiers were carried out sideways.

Looking at his subordinates who were evacuating in embarrassment and the wounded who were dragged out, the centurion's face was filled with astonishment, and then his astonished expression turned into anger.

A bunch of trash! Ten people can't catch two people, what the hell are you doing for food!

Faced with the superior's curse, the tenth commander who withdrew from the building had panic written on his face, but he still managed to explain.

It's not two people...just one person, but that guy's speed is too fast, maybe he's an awakener...

Hearing these words, the centurion's eyes narrowed.

The Awakener...

Looks like I really caught a big fish.

No longer embarrassing his subordinates, he took off the communicator hanging on his shoulder and ordered in a deep voice.

Attention teams 2, 3, and 4, it's your turn.

A uniform answer came from the communication channel.

receive!

As the order was issued, three ten-man teams rushed forward again with murderous intent.

Looking at the nearby building, the corner of the Centurion's mouth curled up into a sinister smile.

Ten people can't get in!

That’s thirty people!

He still didn't believe that he couldn't kill this grasshopper!

At the same time, Taran, who was hiding in the building, was calmly changing the magazine of the assault rifle he had picked up.

Let me tell you something, the equipment of this group of Willantes is pretty good, including exoskeletons and bulletproof armor. If it weren’t for the penetrating power of the Ten-Human Long Pistol, with just a PU-9, he wouldn’t necessarily be The opponents of that group of people.

However, when it comes to combat literacy, they are more than a little behind the soldiers on the front line of Borneo Province. It might be more difficult for him to switch to the latter.

Of course, even if he had full confidence in his combat effectiveness, he had to admit that in the face of this absolute numerical gap, his failure was only a matter of time.

Kant had no hope. The guy was unwilling to fight his own compatriots and wanted to die.

He couldn't persuade the guy, and he didn't know how to persuade him. He even vaguely felt in his heart that this might be the best ending.

To be honest, he didn't even know what he was struggling with.

It is a hero's honor to die as a hero.

At least tonight he has lived in the hearts of the people of Evernight Harbor, and will probably not be forgotten for a long time.

However, when he thought that NPCs in this game could not be resurrected, Talan regretted thinking this way.

He didn't want this guy to die like this.

After playing the game for so long, this was the first time he met an NPC with such an appetite.

Looking at the three teams approaching from the front and rear doors, he took a breath and grinned.

... After working on it for a long time, the armored vehicle is just a decoration.

Perhaps because they were in the city, the group of Weiland people couldn't let go. The armored vehicles parked outside and didn't fire at him. They just sent the infantry to attack him.

Kicking open a door, Taran reached out and grabbed a cabinet, lifted it out like a chicken, and then threw it at the entrance of the stairs.

He loaded the rifle with a click, took a deep breath, prepared for battle again, and pulled the trigger the moment heavy footsteps rushed into the stairwell.

Tu tu tu tu—!

In a flash of lightning, the hand-to-hand fighting begins again!

Different from the first exchange of fire, this time the Weirant people's offensive was obviously much more cautious, and the situation on Taran's side was obviously much more difficult than before.

Seeing the flickering fire advancing from the second floor to the third floor, the centurion standing outside the radio station finally had a ferocious smile on his face.

Just as he expected.

A trapped beast is just a trapped beast after all.

At the same time, not far from him, the commander-in-chief of the garrison, Captain Willoughby, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Although at this moment he wanted to tear up the Kant who was broadcasting the live broadcast for him, he knew very well that the life and death of that guy was no longer important, what was important was how to deal with the aftermath.

Now most of the Weirant people in Yongye Port know what the placebo medicines distributed to veterans by the Logistics Office of the Department of General Affairs are, and how the big shots get through these expensive but ineffective treatments. of hallucinogens and making money from the insurance of injured soldiers.

The answer to why those injured soldiers cannot be properly accommodated is already emerging.

Because their money is spent in inexplicable ways and ends up in the pockets of those who immediately benefit.

Those small pills that are popular on the black market in Yongye Port are not at all due to the alliance's strategic dumping, but because of the flood of Sharon on the market.

The gang members recycle the excess placebo pills from the hands of veterans, and also take goods from the logistics department to make more effective snake oil to squeeze out the last drop of oil from the survivors of Yongye Harbor. .

Whether they are the people of Willant or the aliens in Blackwater Alley, everyone is a victim of this systematic sexual exploitation!

Looking at Governor Yahui, whose expression was getting worse and worse, Willoughby's expression became more and more desperate.

Maybe he doesn't have to wait until the sun rises tomorrow before he has to throw away the hat on his head.

Unconsciously, there were suddenly many people on the street who had nothing to do with the commotion.

Most of these people are from Weiland, including drunken drunkards and citizens who have walked out of their homes.

At first Willoughby thought these guys were just here to watch the fun and didn't take it to heart.

It wasn't until more and more people gathered on the street, and the expressions written on their faces became more and more unfriendly, that Willoughby suddenly realized that bigger trouble might be coming.

Seeing the look Ya Hui was giving him, Willoughby could only call a few guards to follow him, stepped forward bravely, and shouted to the growing crowd.

What are you doing standing here! This is not a place to watch the excitement. Go back to your home!

The sound did not disperse the crowd, but instead made the crowd gather closer and closer.

A retired veteran stepped forward, pointed at Willoughby with his red rosacea nose, and said in a questioning tone.

You are Willoughby.

Normally, Willoughby would never bow to a drunkard, but the crowds around him forced him to lower his posture and speak in a communicative tone.

It's me...what's wrong?

The veteran pointed at his nose and asked in an unceremonious tone.

Then let me ask you, are you telling the truth?

Willoughby's expression froze, and big beads of sweat broke out from his temples, but he still pretended to be calm and explained.

...It was forced by the situation. It was the idiot who forced me to say it. If you had turned on the radio, you should have heard it. He threatened me with a bomb...threatened his boss.

The expression on the veteran's face did not change at all, and he was still staring straight at him.

You didn't deny it, so it's the truth, right?

I--

Just as Willoughby was about to defend himself, a wine bottle flew out of the crowd and almost hit him on the head.

The guards following him hurried forward and stopped the increasingly agitated crowd.

At the same time, a shout came from the crowd.

Traitor! You betrayed the Velantians! You also betrayed our marshal!

I do not--

Then let the people inside go free! Let's confront each other openly again!

That's right! Let him go!

The roaring sound was like ocean waves, beating against the chests of the guards one after another.

Facing the indignant compatriots, the guards showed hesitation on their faces.

They are also Valantians.

Not only that, many of them, like Kant, are veterans who have retired from the front line.

And the questions Kant asked on the radio were all questions they had had in their minds for many years.

Rather than saying that they cannot muster the courage to face the crowd, it is better to say that they are suffering more from why they stand against their compatriots instead of standing with them.

Looking at the crowd approaching step by step, Willoughby was speechless and became even more frightened.

He had no doubt.

If he is caught by these guys, he will definitely be torn into pieces by them!

At this moment, a piercing whistle sounded not far away, and five troop carriers were escorted by an armored vehicle to the edge of the crowd.

They are the 200-man team of the city defense army who came for reinforcements.

No one expected that a small radio station could be defended so well. A force of 100 men chewed the building for more than ten minutes, but it failed to knock down the building.

Under pressure from the General Affairs Department, the city defense commander dispatched another hundred-man team and allowed them to use explosives to blast the building if necessary.

A head popped out of the armored vehicle that was blocked outside the crowd, holding a loudspeaker and shouting to the crowd.

Make way for those watching in front! You're blocking the road!

The centurion squatting in the armored car obviously didn't understand the situation.

It didn't matter if he didn't shout. As soon as he shouted the words, the crowd surrounding him instantly became excited, and they crowded in front of the armored vehicle and refused to give way.

Looking at the garbage and wine bottles thrown around, the centurion quickly covered the top cover of the armored vehicle's turret and retracted into the vehicle.

Ceasefire!

Let him go!!

The deafening roar penetrated the car body, causing the steel plates to tremble faintly.

Looking at the indignant faces outside the observation window, the vehicle members in the armored vehicle all looked as if they had seen a ghost, and exchanged surprised looks with each other.

Oh shit……

Are these guys crazy?!

It was not only the soldiers who came for reinforcements who were shocked, but also the soldiers who were in a stalemate on the front line.

They can be sure that their opponent is only one person.

However, that lunatic, relying on the two assault rifles he grabbed, repelled their attacks five times!

If they did underestimate that guy at the beginning, it was suspected of letting him go. However, in the subsequent rounds of attacks, they all showed their true skills, but they still failed to attack the third floor.

The battle situation was at a stalemate for a while.

Looking at the group of dejected wounded, the centurion sitting in command almost had his nose crooked with anger.

He strode up to Captain Willoughby, regardless of his rank, and shouted loudly at him.

Have your guards drive away those troublesome guys! Our reinforcements can't enter the scene!

Being pointed at the nose and yelled by a centurion, Willoughby was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Who wants the other party to be from the military?

And he was just a garrison, organized into a local department, not even a local army.

Holding back the fire in his heart, he roared in a deep voice.

I know, I've given the damn order...but my manpower is simply not enough. Do you know how many people are crowded on the street outside?!

Centurion: Then bring more people over!

Willoughby said angrily.

I'm just a fucking captain of ten thousand men, and I don't really have ten thousand men! I've mobilized all the guards in the city, and they're still blocked out and can't get in! Why don't you get angry at me? Ask your boss to think of a solution!”

There were at least 20,000 to 30,000 citizens gathered outside.

At first they only blocked one street, but now they have blocked the whole street!

Now that all the guards in the city have been removed from this area, what he is most worried about now is not the radio station, but the security of other urban areas.

It's hard to guarantee that no one will take advantage of the situation, and if something goes wrong, he will be blamed in the end.

He already has enough troubles, and he doesn't want to add some inexplicable charges to himself.

Oh shit!

Looking at the continuous casualties among his subordinates, the centurion cursed, pulled out the gun from his waist and walked to the front of the crowd.

Willoughby was shocked when he saw this, and instinctively wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

No--!

Get out of here! You guys who don't want to die, don't come here to be an eyesore! I've rebelled against you!

The red-eyed centurion fired a shot into the sky, and it was this shot that completely angered the crowd who were in a stalemate with the guards.

They are Wealandians.

The gene of not fearing death flows in their veins. Besides, how many bullets can be in the pistol magazine?

The veterans who rushed at the front knew more than these rookies. When they heard the sound of gunshots, they immediately rushed forward, and the originally stable line was instantly rushed away.

Facing the angry crowd, the guards finally chose to surrender, and since they didn't fire from the beginning to the end, the people didn't embarrass them too much and just rushed towards the centurion who fired.

Looking at the surging crowd, Captain Willoughby's face was marked with complete despair.

Including Governor Yahui who hid in the reconnaissance car. He had never seen such a battle before and was frightened. He just urged the driver to drive towards a place with few people.

Taran, who had been shot several times, squatted on the fourth floor of the radio station and looked out the window at the seething crowd. A surprised expression appeared on his face, and he unconsciously muttered fuck.

Kant did not call on his compatriots to unite, but when he spoke for them, his compatriots did not choose to stand aside and stood up bravely for him.

Taran finally understood why these big noses were able to overthrow the War and Construction Committee, which had inherited all the inheritance of the People's League...

The genes engraved in their veins are not just killing, but also honor and dignity.

The people of Valeant never abandon their heroes.

They can be saved...

This fight was not in vain... Well, haha, this life is worth it!

After taking a look at the gunshot wounds on his body, Taran smiled and suddenly understood the phrase don't pay too much attention to the sequence level that veteran players often say, otherwise you will miss a lot of things.

Maybe it's not Versailles, but the realization they experienced after experiencing countless deaths.

They have left countless indelible traces in this world, and this has gone beyond those few pale numbers.

Standing up from the ground while supporting his body with the butt of his gun, Taran thought that what happened next had nothing to do with him, so it would be better to find a place to dispose of his body.

But at this moment, a familiar shout suddenly came from downstairs.

...Captain! Are you up there?

A guy named Junichiro Kokawa said you were in trouble and called us to pick you up!

Make a sound while alive.

Hearing that voice, Taran was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed ecstasy.

Fuck! I'm done fighting, you're finally here!

…

Blackwater Lane, Last Game Casino.

Normally when it gets dark, the largest casino in Yongye Harbor would be crowded with people, but tonight there was a rare sign of closure hanging on the door.

Gamblers with their pockets full of gold coins were cruising back and forth in front of the door, but when they saw that the door showed no sign of opening, they returned in frustration.

At the same time, in the VIP room on the roof of the casino, a man with a high nose was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

He held a communicator in his hand, and the look on his face was full of gloom.

After a moment, he cursed under his breath and dropped the communicator on the table.

Damn, what a bunch of losers... they can't even handle this little thing!

Seeing the furious man, Tony stood aside and didn't dare to take a breath, let alone interrupt and say another word. He just waited quietly with a flattering smile on his face.

This man's name is Peter, and he has an incredible status. Although he is only a commander, he is the secretary of the Minister of General Affairs Department of the Borneo War Zone.

Even the governor of Yongye Port has to give this guy some credit, let alone a ruffian like Tony.

In front of this big man, he was not even qualified to sit and talk.

By the way, it is worth mentioning that the man sitting in front of him is not his real backer.

The big shot who supported him never showed his face in front of him at all. He always communicated through the people below, helped him solve his non-business troubles, and was responsible for collecting money at the same time.

And this Peter is also the highest-status person he has ever seen.

Tony could only rely on his own guess as to who the backer behind him was, and even if he guessed it, he would not dare to say it openly, let alone ask that backer to do things for him.

Those people just focused on his property, hoping to use his hands to do something, and on this basis, they would give him some conveniences.

Those guys also don't mind changing to a cleaner glove if his demands are too much, or too much trouble.

In fact, Peter would not have come here in person if something unexpected happened in business.

What he didn't expect was that within a few hours of leaving the Governor's Mansion, there was a big mess in the garrison.

Kidnapped by his own men...

It's better to get a gun and kill yourself!

The bad thing didn't end there. The broadcast aroused public anger in Yongye Port, causing reinforcements to be blocked in the street.

And the troops that had arrived at the scene were not very smart. A team of 100 people was unable to defeat a radio station, and could only watch the incident getting bigger and bigger.

Peter took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and then dropped his eyes on Tony who was standing aside.

How is the snake plant issue going?

Seeing Peter talking to him, Tony quickly said with a smile on his face.

Don't worry, Sir, everything has been done! The warlords in Snake State will open a special route for us, and the customs here in Yongye Port have also taken care of it! In the future, we can directly use snake grass to process snake oil, and there is no need to use any more. Those little pill refinements... although our processing plant suffered some losses, it didn’t have a big impact on us.”

After a pause, Tony lowered his voice again.

In addition, according to your instructions... we took the group of Borneo laborers out of Katnod Prison and took them to the suburbs to deal with them.

That factory is neither the property of the Logistics Department nor the property of the General Affairs Department, but it belongs to certain people in this chain of interests.

By improving the production process and production technology, they only bypassed the logistics department, but they did not bypass anyone in this interest chain.

All that has changed is the raw material.

They can produce more addictive snake oil more efficiently without having to recycle prescription drugs from veterans.

Because of the change in the relationship between supply and demand, they hope that the veterans will eat up the salon that there is no place to put, open up the market for more effective snake oil, and make another fortune from the pensions of those veterans. .

After all, most of the wealth of the Southern Legion is concentrated in the hands of the Wilantes, and the efficiency of extracting dinars from the hands of foreigners is too low.

Not only that, they also no longer need those Borno laborers.

They know too much.

And they have already shown their faces, and it would be very troublesome to go to jail again for the same reason.

Instead of giving them a ticket to go home, it would be better to directly compensate the warlord behind them and then ask the latter to send a new batch of workers.

Anyway, the most indispensable thing in Borneo Province is people. When the time comes, just send them over together with the snake plant.

Hearing that the matter had been settled, Peter relaxed slightly and nodded calmly.

good.

Tony chuckled.

I'll do the work, don't worry!

After taking another admiring look at this good dog, Peter grinned, suddenly moved in his heart, and continued.

Really? Then I'll ask you to do something else.

Tony looked solemn and said respectfully.

Don't worry, sir, as long as it's something you ask me to do, I will do my best to do it!

Peter smiled lightly and ordered.

In the northwest city, there was some trouble in the neighborhood near the radio station. A group of drunkards blocked the road. Take some people there, remember to bring them with you, create some chaos and drive them away so that our troops can enter That’s good.”

Tony was stunned for a moment.

Only this?

That's all. Peter took a sip of the black tea on the table and said softly, You can kill a few people, but don't die too many, and don't do it in front of the garrison and the army... Otherwise, prepare a few yourself. The scapegoat, it's up to you what to do.

The Wilantes didn't want to shoot at their compatriots, so they just found a group of foreigners and that was it.

He doesn't have that many obsessions.

Those who deserve to be killed must be killed, and one cannot be merciful just because they are facing unarmed civilians.

After reading Peter's eyes, Tony nodded understandingly and said with a smile.

clear!

This kind of thing is not easy for him. Just arrange for a few gunmen to stand in the distance and have a sudden attack. If not, they can rush up and throw a few Molotov cocktails.

But this guy is really ruthless.

The people from Weiland should live in the northwest city. His younger brother usually walks around there. He doesn't even dare to stay there, let alone go there to cause trouble.

Just when Tony was about to arrange things, there was a loud explosion outside the window.

Hearing this noise, everyone in the room was stunned, and their expressions froze on their faces.

At the same time, wanton laughter could be heard from afar, mixed with arrogant shouts.

Tony——! Hahahaha! Your grandpa is here to attend your funeral!

Hearing the mad dog-like barking, Tony's expression changed instantly and he hurriedly walked to the window.

As he expected, the madman from the Hyena Gang was standing directly across the street.

And his old enemy Morse is holding the latest Tear light machine gun in his hand at the moment.

Seeing the gun aimed at him, Tony was so frightened that he hurriedly left the window. At the same time, he took off the walkie-talkie tied to his waist and shouted at the casino thugs.

Damn it, stop that lunatic quickly! Don't let him get close!!

At the same time, a hail of bullets struck the window, leaving a string of bullet holes on the ceiling with a crackling sound.

After dodging to the corner of the room, Peter stared at Tony half-crouching on the ground with his mouth open, and said in shock and anger.

What's going on outside?

Morse, Tony's lips turned white with anger and he gritted his teeth, They're from the Hyena Gang... Those idiots got on the line of the garrison, it's like they took the wrong medicine, right? , these guys blew up the factory in our suburb!

Peter's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.

Garrison?

How dare those soft-footed shrimps in the garrison——

Just as he was thinking this, the evil-like laughter came from the window.

...I didn't expect that I am now a disciple of the Enlightenment Society, and I also have a backer! Hahahaha!

How dare you come out and fight me openly!

...Enlightenment meeting?

What the hell is that? !

Peter's brain was down for a long time, and he didn't react for a while.

But he is a captain after all, and he will not be frightened by a group of villains.

Blasting Tony out of the room, he locked the door neatly, then calmly picked up the communicator that had been dropped on the table, and pressed a few buttons.

Putting the communicator to his ear, he gave the order concisely and concisely.

...I've encountered a little trouble here. I'm sending a cleanup team here.