This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 314.3: Operation Warrior

Greyhound, holding an assault rifle, fired at the alley in front of him, his face full of horror.

Minutes ago.

On the way to change shifts, Greyhound was still thinking about how the group of blue gophers could sneak up on them, but before he reached the place where he was going to stand guard, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and smashed to the ground not far from him.

There were only 2 flashlights for the whole team, and the rest of the people were holding torches. In places a bit farther away, it was pitch dark, and nothing could be seen.

Hearing the movement, everyone was startled. Greyhound hurriedly shone the flashlight over, but all he could see was a puddle of meat paste.

On the cracked concrete pavement, the red and white fragments were scattered all over, making it hard to recognize it as a person without careful observation.

Greyhound, who was calm at first, was stunned, unable to figure out what happened.

However, there was no time left for him to think.

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Almost at the moment when the flashlight was shone over, tongues of flame burst out from the alley directly opposite.

The sparking flames scattered on the street. Caught off guard by the sudden barrage, the marauders walking at the front were shot dead, and the others immediately dropped their torches, seeking cover to return fire in retaliation.

The entire street instantly fell into chaos.

Not just gunshots, there were also screams and shouts of marauders.

"Damn it, I got shot in the arm!"

"It's the sound of a PU 9! Those people are not guerrillas!"

"New Alliance?! How is it possible?! Those blue... Those blue coats are already here?!"

Who was the attacker?

Where did the people on the other side come from?!

Fears spread quickly, and the patrols under attack were terrified.

"Quick! Call for reinforcements!"

Hearing the captain yelling nervously while hiding behind the cover on the street, Greyhound lying behind the wreckage of the car also panicked. But he still mustered up the courage to crawl over, picked up the flare gun thrown by the captain, and fired a shot.

In a long whistling sound, a flashing green signal flare was shot up into the sky.

Although the faint light was not enough to illuminate the street, it restored the morale of the marauders around.

At the same time, after discovering the signal flare, the camp stationed 2 kilometers away immediately dispatched a truck, and a company of marauders with various weapons to the area where the fire was exchanged.

Greyhound and the marauder next to him weren’t the only ones who were stunned. Quit Smoking who was squatting in the alley opposite was also shocked.

He originally planned to meet up with his nearby teammates, but just after he met with Lost Newbie, and planned to find Old Six, he bumped into the marauder's patrol team.

Quit Smoking quickly felt that something was not right. Old Six was too calm. The marauders' patrol team was almost right in front of him, but he still remained motionless, sitting in the middle of the street.

However...

It was too late when he felt that something wasn't right.

When the flashlight on the opposite side was shone directly towards them, Lost Newbie, who was following closely, thought that their position had been exposed. He pulled the trigger without saying a word, and fired at the marauders.

The gunshot, like an old-fashioned typewriter, directly ignited the powder kegs of the entire street.

The other side was caught off guard for a moment but quickly recovered and started exchanging fire with them from behind cover.

"Are you stupid?! We only have 4 magazines!"

Pulled back by Quit Smoking, Lost Newbie also gradually realized that he had gotten themselves into trouble, and said nervously, "Then, what should we do now..."

Quit Smoking didn't speak. He pulled the pin of the grenade, and threw it out after the countdown, forcing back the marauders who were about to leave the cover to rush up.

Then he quickly raised the muzzle of his gun and fired towards the window on the side of the street, killing the marauder who had almost reached the alley.

The scene was chaotic.

With the light from the torch that fell on the street, he finally saw the lump of meat on the street clearly, and couldn't help but smack his lips.

Holy shit. Can't even recognize him anymore!

Recalling the thrilling experience when he landed earlier, Quit Smoking could roughly guess what happened to Old Six a few minutes ago.

Either his parachute didn't open. Or it opened too late...

"What else can we do?" After changing the magazine, he said annoyingly, "Let's withdraw!"

It was definitely not a good idea to go to the assembly point.

Leading those marauders over would not only get himself killed, but also get his teammates killed. Even if they were strong, it was impossible for them to wipe out all the marauders just by themselves.

All they could do now was to flee as far away from the landing area as possible and lure marauders away from here.

Only after their teammates recovered the airdrop crates, set up the radio station, and restored communication in this area, would they have hope to organize effective resistance and even call for air support.

In fact, they weren't the only ones that encountered the marauder's patrol.

Near the ruins of the power plant about 3 kilometers away from them, 2 unlucky players deviated from the course when they fell, and landed directly near a guard post of Fang Clan in the south of the city.

Both sides were very confused at first, but nothing stopped them from pulling the trigger.

Meanwhile, the fleet of the Goblin Corps had just returned to the north of Dawn City.

Standing on the edge of the airport, Chu Guang, who was flipping through the player list, was slightly taken aback.

"Another one died?"

There were 22 players that were airdropped in the first batch, but only 14 were still online at this moment. The survival rate was only 63%.

But the person who just died...

It didn't look like he fell to his death while parachuting.

Since the connection of the morphogenetic field was not based on electromagnetic waves, even if the communication had not been restored, Chu Guang could still grasp the general locations and login statuses of the players.

Agility type players had the highest survival rate, followed by constitution type, and then perception type.

Looking at the silent night sky in the north, Chu Guang whispered to himself, "He probably got killed."

Although it was a little earlier than expected, it didn't matter.

The goal of this operation was to create chaos for the Fang Clan, the method and means were not important.

The current West Continent City should have fallen into chaos.

He believed that for the marauders stationed in West Continent City, tonight was destined to be an unforgettable night.

Not far away, under the guidance of the lights, the planes of the goblin corps landed on the runway of the airport one after another.

Withdrawing his gaze from the north, Chu Guang looked at Wrench standing aside, and ordered, "Let the ground crew and the airborne troops of the second batch get ready. The second round of airdrops will start in half an hour!"

Wrench stood at attention, gave a military salute, and answered succinctly, "Yes sir!"