This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 330.4: Kill The Leader!

"That's not for you to decide!" Ample Time taunted and aimed his bow at Gold Fang's leg.

But before he could fully draw the bowstring, gunshots suddenly erupted from the other end of the corridor.

Caught off guard, 3 players fell to the ground instantly, and Ample Time, with a bullet in his arm, rolled quickly behind a partially collapsed wall.

Seeing the three bodies on the ground, Urron, wearing an exoskeleton, couldn't help but smirk.

And when Gold Fang saw Urron, a glimmer of relief appeared on his distorted face.

"Reverend Apostle... Apostle, please save me!"

Reverend Apostle?

Urron had never seen that guy look so devout.

"You're so useless... We've given you so much help, yet you've turned this sure-win battle into such a mess," Urron said coldly, looking at him. He gestured to his companions and said through gritted teeth, "Bring him over."

Even though he was reluctant and disdainful, Urron knew that this guy was an ally of the Church. As an Apostle, he had no right to question the decisions of the Holy Child.

Right now, the Fang Clan could still barely maintain the frontline. But once Gold Fang was killed or captured, not only would the marauders in the city fall apart, but also the various clans of the Bonechewer Clan would plunge into division.

By then, not only would they fail to complete the mission of recovering the black box, but even the Church's plans in the River Valley Province would collapse!

In any case, he had to get that fool out of here!

Intense gunfire erupted inside the command headquarters.

The Apostles of Torch, equipped with exoskeletons and tactical helmets with built-in aiming and night vision devices, managed to drive back the players who had breached the command headquarters.

As this was an infiltration mission, the players didn't have access to heavy exoskeletons. In just 2 minutes, they left behind more than a dozen bodies.

"Damn it... Are these guys cheating?!" Old Six, with two bullet holes in his leg, cursed as he changed magazines.

"Where's RPG?! Let's use RPGs!" Lost Newbie yelled.

Free Sniper gasped in shock, "RPG? Aren't we supposed to capture them alive?"

"Capture them alive? They're going to run away if we don't kill them now. Just take the bodies; it won't make much of a difference!"

Prop Master took the RPG from his back, ready to fire, but a hand grenade was thrown behind their cover.

What the heck?!

The players were instantly stunned, and before they could even swear, they were engulfed by the explosion's shrapnel and flames.

In a blink of an eye, all of them died.

At that moment, Old White's voice came through the communication channel. "Ample Time, what's the situation over there?"

"Fuck..." Ample Time, tending to his heavily bleeding shoulder, cursed under his breath. "They've got high level NPCs! I think I saw exoskeletons... They might be the same group we encountered in the Eastern District of Clearspring City!"

Why struggle?

The entire command headquarters was surrounded by them; there was even an airborne gunship circling above, armed with 2 37mm cannons.

No matter how they resisted, it was a futile struggle.

However, upon hearing the mention of exoskeletons, Old White's face instantly changed, and he remembered the battle they had fought in the Eastern District of Clearspring City.

If it was those people...

Given the current situation, it might not end well!

Not daring to be careless, Old White immediately connected the communication channel to the airborne gunship, requesting air support.

"... This is the Burning Corps; we've run into a little trouble. Requesting a Switchblade to clear it out."

After a brief pause, a clear and concise response came over the communication channel.

"... H-1 gunship received. The Switchblade is en route. Watch your heads."

"Copy!"

After ending the communication, Old White gestured to Gale and pointed to an entrance.

Gale immediately understood, took out a headphone-shaped neural connector device from his backpack, and put it on his head.

At the same time, the H-1 gunship hovering in the air released an inconspicuous black dot.

Shielded by the darkness, the black dot sped towards the ground, and when it approached the target area, it expanded like a Switchblade, revealing 6 rotating blades.

The buzz of the propellers echoed, and the high-speed gliding drone, like a released arrow, darted into the concrete wall blown open by explosives.

At this moment, Urron was leading 3 squad members in a fierce battle against the Burning Corps, covering Gold Fang as they retreated towards the rear door of the command headquarters, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

"How much longer until your reinforcements arrive? Do you expect me to hold off an entire division with just 3 people?" Urron shouted loudly, still holding Gold Fang's collar.

"They... They are already on their way. They should be here soon!" Gold Fang, equally anxious, replied in a panic.

Urron released Gold Fang's collar and continued firing down the corridor.

After suffering more than 10 casualties, the New Alliance's assault suddenly decreased, and the pressure eased significantly.

It seemed they didn't have many people left...

Thinking about it, Urron heaved a sigh of relief.

But at that moment, a buzzing noise suddenly came from the darkness, and a sense of impending crisis instantly enveloped him.

Having experienced many battles, he immediately reacted, hastily giving orders.

"Drone!"

"Shoot it down!"

4 rifles opened fire simultaneously, creating an orange-yellow web of fire in the pitch-black corridor.

Out of the 6 rotors, 3 were instantly damaged. However, the drone, hurtling at high speed just slightly above the ground, still crashed into their cover with its momentum.

Urron's face turned wildly pale as he screamed, "Get down!"

In the narrow corridor, a blazing explosion erupted. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

15 kilograms of high explosives not only blew away the concrete wall but also melted steel and iron with its scorching heat.

The high temperature was enough to make the floor scalding hot.

Ample Time, with a wounded shoulder, along with his teammates, entered from the damaged wall.

"Damn... That explosion was too powerful." Poking at the helmet fragments on the ground with the barrel of his gun, Quit Smoking was astonished.

"It's a shame we couldn't capture him alive."

Digging through the rubble, Ample Time searched for a while before he found the head still connected to Gold Fang's shoulder beneath the concrete debris.

Turning to the Company Leader who had come in with them, Ample Time spoke in the non-standard federation language, "Is it this guy?"

Looking at the disfigured man before him, the company leader, who had been quiet, couldn't help but hold his breath. His neck was stiff as he nodded. "Yes... That's him."

Forget about having a shoulder and head; even if he had been turned into ashes, he would have recognized Gold Fang.

But he couldn't have imagined that the once invincible Marauder King, the leader of the Bonechewer Clan, would end up in such a miserable state.

Seeing the man with a calm expression before him, the company leader's throat moved, and a deep fear filled his eyes.

These guys...

They were demons!

Fortunately, this war had already ended, and he wouldn't have to encounter them on the battlefield...

Without paying attention to the NPC's changing expression, Quit Smoking approached, staring at the half of a body for a while.

"Tsk, if we want to hang, we'll still need to make up the rest of his body.”

"No need to worry about that."

Taking a sack from a teammate, Ample Time stuffed the salvageable parts inside.

If that had been in reality, he would have probably wet his pants right there.

However, Wasteland Online was developed using virtual reality technology based on the dream principle. The brain's defense mechanisms and the sensory filters set by the game program blocked excessive stimulation to a considerable extent.

It was like seeing zombies in a dream; one wouldn't wake up immediately, unless they were caught and bitten.

Some brave souls might even have to be bitten for some time before waking up.

After salvaging mission materials, Ample Time clapped his hands and tapped on his VM screen a few times.

"Gold Fang has been killed, requesting further instructions."

After a brief wait, a familiar voice came through the communication channel. "You've done well."

The tone carried satisfaction and relief, and the administrator continued, "Your bravery and loyalty are truly impressive; this moment will be recorded in the New Alliance's history."

At the same time, a series of announcements popped up on the VM screen.

[Server Announcement: Expansion Boss ‘Skull Crusher·Gold Fang’ has been defeated by the Burning Corps!]

[Server Announcement: Blade Unsheathed expansion will enter the reward settlement phase within 24 hours, and the points earned can be used to exchange for expansion-exclusive rewards, titles, and lottery draws. Players with unfinished missions should make use of the remaining time...]

[Server Announcement: Due to the Corps leader of the Burning Corps choosing to make their achievement public, this achievement will be recorded in the Hall of Fame!]