This Game Is Too Realistic

Just when the sand sculpture and the comedian were standing on the roof watching the excitement, a pot of porridge was already in chaos in Heishui Alley in the distance.

As soon as Taran and his three cronies walked out of Nok's house, a group of vicious guys chased them.

This group of people were all wearing uniform vests, exposing their muscular arms, and they were carrying long guns, short cannons, and short knives. They had all sorts of random 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.

"Front! Stop!"

"Don't run!"

Countless thoughts flashed through Taran's mind in an instant, 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 this 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 at once, 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 make up ten magazines. However, the other side had all kinds of spray guns and rifles. The firepower of both sides was completely different!

Even if there is an awakening, it is not such a waste.

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

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

Hearing the bullets flying overhead, Taran cursed you in shock and anger.

"Damn it, are these NPCs crazy?! I'm doing my normal missions, and why are you having fun like this?!"

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

The air-piercing sound that blew into his cochlea scared him so much that he hurriedly shrank his neck and ran faster.

This is a new map that is 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 mission he just started will be gone.

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

Following closely behind the regiment commander, the medical miracle couldn't help but complain.

"You are so stupid!"

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

Taran made a surprise attack: "MMP, how long has it been since there was internal strife! Can't you join me in scolding the plan?"

Angry Fatty Liver: "..."

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

Pickled Fish: "What's so big--"

The old man was only halfway through his words when another group of bad guys came in front of everyone.

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

However, being polite and polite, with a PU-9 submachine gun in his hand, does not look like he is being reasonable at all.

Taran suddenly felt a warning sign in his heart when he made the surprise attack. He grabbed the pickled fish next to him and led everyone to hide in the alley next to the street.

Almost at the same time they turned a corner, tongues of flame spewed out from the muzzles of the black holes.

The sound of gunfire filled the 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, a young man 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 and leather shoes on the opposite street, gritting his teeth and making 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 me, this guy's customers are not only the cockroaches of Blackwater Street, but also occasionally some Weirant people, especially the military nobles among the Weirant people.

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

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

"It's no fun. Everyone depends on their own affairs."

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

"How do I count as a human being?"

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 Weiland people prohibit them from fighting. Most of them are relatively restrained in their behavior. Even if they kill people, they will not do it openly in the street. After all, no one wants to attract troops to suppress them.

But today, unlike in the past, the garrison issued a wanted order. Even if someone died, it could be explained as a firefight or accidental injury.

Those Weirant people didn't really care about their life and death, and they often quarreled with those big-nosed people. Tony knew very well what the standards for 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-barrel assault rifle in his hand, and fired a burst of "Brownian motion bullets" across the street.

"Eat shit! Tony! Join the ducks next to you!"

The bullets flew towards the enemy, causing the Iron Hand Gang to dodge in a hurry.

Although the iron tube rifle wrapped with tape had no accuracy at all, the bullet it fired was 7 mm after all.

Angered by the rude curse, Tony narrowed his eyes for a moment, took off his cigarette butt, threw it on the ground and crushed 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 regular army's street fighting, this group of gangsters' firefights were not accurate at all. Most of them were hiding behind bunkers, and their weapons were close to the bunkers and firing 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 few are really desperate.

The two sides fought back and forth for a long time. A lot of bullets were fired, but only a few were shot and lying on the ground.

Taran, who was hiding in the alley, was dumbfounded, and 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 looked at that face, Taran's eyes suddenly widened and he roared with anger.

"Nok! Why did you betray me!"

Hearing the name Nock, who was fighting with Tony, Morse 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 "I"s 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! ?

Following him, Medical Miracle wanted to cry and laugh for a moment, but in the end he 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 forums.

"Mom..."

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

"Fuck, brother, don't get excited!"

The pickled fish is also very delicious.

"Yeah, boss, don't get excited! Let's just make a joke that 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."

After the two people's persuasion, Taran gradually calmed down and thought about how to get out of trouble.

Two gangs were eyeing him at the same time, and the eight gangsters were not doing it 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 now!

Thinking of this, Talan'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. Thirty brothers in our hotel have been served in one pot."

At this moment, the forum is full of joy. After all, this war has been going on for so long, and this is the first time that the alliance's troops have been captured by the "Jianqian" like this.

And it was still surrounded by a group of guards.

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

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

After listening to Fatty Liver's statement, Taran secretly sighed in relief.

Thirty members of the group in the hotel were taken away in one pot, and the Wilantes were secretly 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 a decision based on 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 as an Alliance citizen during their pursuit, 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've finished colluding with each other...although it's not a business trip, it's 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 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 on the hands of pangolins. Although the Tallan Raiders are not very bright in mind, the skills in their 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 wasn't rushing around like a headless fly.

After passing through two streets, he rushed directly into the crowd gathered in the mall, fired a gun into the sky, and the whole crowd was in a commotion.

Seeing this guy rushing into the market, Morse and Tony, who were chasing behind him, turned green.

As expected, not long after that silly boy made trouble, 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 captain 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!"

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

At least in name it is.

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 captain 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 help him. He would have an excuse to be persecuted and seek asylum.

But it doesn’t matter.

At least someone was caught.

The thirty alliance citizens who were caught before all insisted that they were here for tourism, and they were completely treated like fools.

This is a wasteland.

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 with this guy.

"Get in the car."

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

"Thank you."

The captain, 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 husband-in-law didn't even look at this blind guy. He waved his hand and had him taken away with him, taking him to the mission as a trophy for the mission.

Morse, who was hiding in the crowd, looked at the withdrawing assault vehicle with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.

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

"Captain 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, and you can have your own fun."

Morse glanced at him and said with a smile.

"I 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 on him, he turned around and walked away with the others.

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

"Boss...Is this the only way this girl can let it go?"

Morse's eyes narrowed to a slit, he looked away from the direction Tony left, then looked at 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...

He has lived in this city for so long, but this is the first time he has heard of this organization.

With this word silently in his mouth, 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 fun finally finished eating Douyou's melon seeds.

When he saw Taran discarding his weapon and moving towards the Wealant 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 turns out to be what he thinks, they might be able to cooperate.

The comedian looked at him and asked.

"Where is it now? What should we do?"

"Sit back and wait."

Throwing the melon seed shells downstairs, the sand sculpture clapped his hands and picked up the travel bag that had been put aside.

It contained all his equipment.

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

How these things were brought in is also very simple.

He and his teammates didn't take the usual path when they got off the ship. They got stuck in the blind spot of the customs NPC's field of 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 go and keep an eye on them nearby and mark the suspicious people down."

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."