This Game Is Too Realistic

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

The trunk of the truck was open, and there were a handful of assault rifles in black and shiny colors.

Standing in front of the truck, everyone in the Hyena Gang had their eyes fixed on it, especially York, who had a groove on his chest. Looking at one of the large-caliber shotguns, the greedy man wanted green light to shine out of his pupils.

These weapons are all legion-style equipment.

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

The latter is a light weapon equipment designed by the Southern Army Equipment Manufacturing Bureau for the Borneo War Zone 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 Yongye Port warehouse.

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

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

They are not real disciples of the Enlightenment Society, but officers of the garrison intelligence section.

They hate these villains from the bottom of their hearts. 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 since they had already reached this point, he could only bite the bullet and continue.

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

"...I have to remind you that if this batch of arms flows into the private sector, it will have a huge 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, they are less of a threat than those addictive drugs, right? Just let those social trash kill each other, can they still turn the world upside down? No matter how powerful they are, they have a 902mm cannon ability?"

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 dog that had recognized a vicious dog.

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

Two trucks of munitions.

Without the relationship with the senior garrison, this is a no-brainer!

"Are these weapons enough?" Taran said with a smile as he looked 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 trucks of munitions!

It's enough to arm two teams of soldiers!

Not to mention a small role 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 and turned back 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 membership certificate!"

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

"yes!"

…

At this moment, Tony was still unconscious. Before the garrison focused on his business, a mentally disturbed mad dog had already spotted him first by some combination of circumstances.

In 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 cloth curtains. At first glance, it looked like it was just a factory that had failed due to poor management.

If you lift the curtain and peek inside, you will find a scene of excitement.

The gang members, armed with live ammunition, stood at the entrance of the factory. Just behind the entrance they were guarding, rows of long tables were displayed, like a continuously running assembly line.

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

They pounded the tranquilizer distributed to the wounded from the logistics department into powder, then put it into an extraction bottle to separate it. Several experts wearing chemical protective suits extracted the valuable ingredients from it and concentrated it 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 Province still work hard without any complaints.

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

The natives in the desert can't bear the hardships, but they can endure it without complaining, and they may even feel that they are taking advantage of it.

The gang members who were supervising the production were smoking cigarettes on the sidelines and were 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.

It is indeed true that the 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, thus becoming a member of the Iron Hand Gang.

Although his muscular body makes him look like a rough man, the reality is exactly the opposite.

Because of his meticulous thinking, rough and fine style, and loyalty, Tony quickly handed over the most profitable business of the Iron Hand Gang to him.

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

"How is the production of this batch of goods going?"

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

"Ten 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 he 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 -"

"This is 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 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 take over it in the future Use snake plant to produce snake oil.”

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

"Really?! That's really... too cool! If we can use raw materials to produce snake oil, our production capacity can be doubled 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 produce old products using new raw materials."

The manager puffed up his chest and said with joy.

"This is too 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 freeze 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 when they were panicking and shouting, a gunshot suddenly exploded in the factory.

boom--!

"Silent!"

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

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

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

After saying this, he reached out and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands. The manager pulled him up and pushed the coward towards the stairs.

"And you! Go and notify the boss! Get up and run faster, what the hell!"

"Yes, yes!" the manager yelled in a panic, his voice even changed.

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 building, La Gegudai lit a cigarette by himself. Next to a window, he opened the curtain and took a look outside the window.

The firepower on the other side was extremely fierce, and all of them were armed with automatic rifles. His group of boys holding submachine guns were beaten so hard that they couldn't even lift their heads.

What are the identities of these guys? !

Because of the fear of alien rebellion, the Southern Army strictly controlled the alien warriors.

If you are a foreigner, unless you become a regular army commander or above, it is almost impossible to legally obtain a [regular army] weapon, and even if you do, you cannot hold it openly.

Raggu thought about it for a long time but never remembered that there were ruthless people in Blackwater Alley who could handle [military assault rifles], and he could handle [so many of them] at once.

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!

Seeing the flames getting closer and closer outside the factory, Raggu was unusually calm, not panicking at all.

Others don't know about his boss's relationship with the military, but he knows it.

If it was an operation 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 targeting their business people!

Thinking of this, Raggu's expression turned cold, and he waved to the boy on the side, and dragged out the two-unit anti-aircraft cannon stored in the warehouse.

This thing has a caliber of 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 cause trouble.

But since the other party has already taken serious action, then he can't be blamed!

"Drag! Window quickly!"

Raggu roared in a low voice, urging his younger brother to put it up against 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 hard and aimed the guns at a few minions who were leaning behind the bunker and shooting into the factory area.

There was a trace of ferocity on his face, and then 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 half-human-height low wall was 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 even rolled and crawled away. However, he was chased by the cannonballs and was crushed into a pool of bloody fragments. .

The bloody and cruel scene scared the gangsters who were fighting at the scene.

Whether it was the Iron Hand Gang or those surrounding the hyena gang, 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 fight with each other from time to time. Who has seen such awesome stuff? !

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

As an operator of the Intelligence Department, it 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? !

Seeing the corpses scattered in front of the factory door, Raggu was completely furious.

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

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

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

"Hahaha!!! Go to hell for me!!"

The sound of bang bang bang fire resounded through the factory square again, and the hyena gang members who besieged the factory building fled.

Seeing the continuous casualties among his men, Morse's eyes turned red and he snatched the Iron Fist rocket launcher from the hands of the men 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, taking advantage of the anti-aircraft gun not noticing him, and pulled the trigger from a distance of 200 meters.

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

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

The explosive metal jet penetrated the anti-aircraft gun mantlet in an instant, blasting the entire receiver structure into a pile of scrap metal.

Explosive ammunition scattered like fireworks, swishing around in 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 crazy laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Tony, you are hiding 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 shouted in shock and anger.

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

"Tsk, it's a little guy."

Seeing his head sticking out of the window, Morse clicked his tongue. Suddenly he lost his desire to show off and threw the hot launch tube to the boy standing aside.

"Brothers, rush in! You don't have to hold back if you resist, just leave a few obedient people alive!"

Seeing that the other party had ceased fire, the Hyena Gang, which was on the verge of collapse, regained their morale and rushed forward.

Morse glanced at the area where Taran and Kant were, winked at the latter, and then took up the rifle and went into battle himself, leading a group of gangsters into the factory.

The sound of gunshots was heard in the factory.

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

Raggu, who was furious and furious, tried his best to resist, but was eventually outnumbered. He was shot three times in the chest and fell to the ground with his eyes bulging.

Seeing the death of their leader, the Iron Hand gang members 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 beaming eyes and spoke in a tone with a hint of show off.

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

Kant reluctantly nodded, tightly closing his mouth without saying a word.

"..."

When he didn't speak, Taran patted him on the shoulder.

"Come on, let's take a look at our trophies."

After saying this, Taran did not wait for Kant's reply, and took the initiative to move forward towards the factory where the gunfire had stopped.

When he arrived at the door of the factory, the smell of blood 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 smiled ferociously and threw the head in his hand on the ground.

"Skull Crusher, 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 there were signs of being hit with a blunt instrument on the neck.

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 directly pointing to the Alliance."

"Tsk, it's really troublesome."

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

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

The roar of energetic people soon came from the factory.

"yes!"

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

As the gangsters rummaged around, 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 stuffed with empty medicines and tinfoil to make medicine boards.

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 an inquiring gaze at him.

"What?"

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

"...It's Sharon. The Logistics Department has specially developed sedative drugs to treat the mental trauma of the wounded."

There is no doubt about it.

This is the raw material used to make snake oil!

And why do the prescription drugs issued by the Logistics Office appear here, and why do so many of them appear here!

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

And after seeing these empty medicine bottles, the bad premonition in his heart became stronger.

There might be a military background behind this business dealing with veterans of the Velant people...

If this is the case, let alone his commander, Neil, even his commander, commander-in-chief of the garrison, Commander Willoughby Wanfu, may not be able to deal with this trouble.

Kant felt that his heartbeat was about to freeze.

Although he was frightened, he was still more confused.

Why?

Why pour poison into their mouths? It's not the alliance, but the people who keep saying they care about them the most.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and his shoulders began to tremble.

"...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 in front of him.

"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 ask 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 certain big figure from the Enlightenment Society relieved his embarrassment.

"Use this thing."

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

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

After placing the processed formula in the 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 directly pressed the detonator without saying a word.

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

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

The roaring shock wave pushed everyone out beyond the "safe distance", and kicked up dust that obscured everyone's faces.

The manager in the security room showed that he was dead and could not die anymore, and everyone in the abandoned factory was also overwhelmed.

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

"Poisonous! Mom——"

He reminded Xian that it was 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!"