This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 258.1: Sniping, Frenzy, Identity Unknown

Northern suburbs?

Isn't this the northern suburbs?

An eerie atmosphere permeated the battlefield.

"Subtitles, subtitles..." Worried about losing track of the plot, Tail muttered as she turned on the VM.

Sisi, who was posted behind a nearby cover, frowned as she aimed the PU-9 in her hands at the strange armored monster.

This guy gave her a strange feeling.

Yaya, dressed as a tin can, stared at the guy for a while and suddenly spoke. "It doesn't seem to be human."

"Not human?" Sisi froze slightly.

What is it, then?

Just then, the group of marauders on the opposite side started yelling wildly at the armored man standing in the middle of the battlefield.

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"What are you?"

"Are you here to help the blue coats?"

The armored man did not respond.

Wu Chou cursed under his breath, but did not dare to act rashly.

He felt an unusual aura coming from the man in front of him, and the threat of the unknown made him uncertain whether he should make a move.

While his mind was whirring in overdrive, his man lying behind the fortification nearby didn't think twice and aimed his machine gun directly at the target. "Motherfucker! My boss is talking to you!"

"Wait..." Wu Chou freaked out, but before he could stop his man, a long, thick tongue of fire had already flared from the muzzle of the gun.

The bullets zipped toward the hunk of metal, ricocheting off the plates with loud pings as the armored man raised its arms in defense.

However...

The bullets emerged too quickly.

In just a few seconds, the hunk of metal was shot more than 20 times.

Although the bullets failed to penetrate the steel plates, it still seemed to hurt the target. It did not utter any cries of pain but stumbled and fell into a crater.

Wu Chou frowned. "?"

Sisi was also struck speechless. "????"

Tail cried out in shock, "What?!"

What the hell.

That's it?

That was all it took to defeat that guy?

"That's what you get for not listening! Weak-ass-bitch!" The man who fired the gun cursed and spat triumphantly at the ground.

Wu Chou quickly reacted and immediately yelled, "Fire!"

Shots rang through the air again!

Bullets zipped through the air.

Leopard crawling to another cover, Sisi lifted her PU-9 and shot a spray of bullets at the opposite cover, briefly suppressing the machine gun fire.

"Grenade!" Yaya seized the opportunity and threw a grenade with a yell.

The grenade, which was attached to a wooden handle, flew in a parabolic arc over a distance of 50 meters and smashed behind the concrete-lined crater.

A resounding blast filled their ears.

The flying debris and flames from the explosion forced back the marauders who were just about to rush up.

Although this armor made shooting inconvenient in many ways, it was still capable of effectively throwing objects. The exoskeleton enhanced the wearer's strength, so a grenade that could normally be thrown 20 meters away now could achieve twice the range.

But...

Throwing grenades was not just Yaya's forte. Soon, the opposite side also threw 2 over.

Although the distance was not enough and they exploded 5 meters away from cover, the shrapnel and shock waves still scraped on the steel armor. Caught off guard, Yaya screamed and fell backwards to the ground.

"Some-somebody pull me up!"

"Damn it... This turtle shell is too heavy!"

The joint between the shoulder and chest plates was too tightly welded. She tried to get up by pushing up against the ground with both hands behind her, but she only managed to lift her hips up an inch and couldn't go any higher.

It was just too damn sturdy!

Yaya had a murderous look on her face and she clenched her teeth.

Damn it!

I’m never going to trust Mosquito again!

Her predicament only proved that equipment that had not been tested in combat were prone to fail at critical moments.

Especially the things sold by those swindlers.

From behind the cover, Xu Shun and Wang Zhong fired back, not understanding what she was shouting. They could not see what was happening up ahead from their vantage point.

Sesame Paste did understand, however, and ran up in a panic. "Let me help you!"

Bullets zipped past her cat's ears, frightening her so much she dove into the ground.

The next second, the sound of a sniper rifle rang through the air.

With a muffled pop, a marauder who just poked out of the cover to try to advance got hit square in the jaw. Blood and teeth flew all over the place.

Startled by the sound of the gunshot, the surrounding marauders scattered, and the offensive momentum that had just picked up once again came to a pause.

Xu Shun and Wang Zhong, who were guarding the window on the southwest side, felt a jolt in their hearts and their faces glowed with joy.

"Reinforcements!"

"That sniper is ours!"

Although they didn't know who it was, they were under less pressure thanks to the man who stepped in to help.

Because of the deterrent of that sniper rifle, the marauders' attacks became much more conservative. They kept to cover and were afraid to advance forward at will.

Sisi put down the PU-9 in her hand. Replacing it with the Sickle assault rifle strapped to her back, she muttered in a small voice, "These guys are wearing body armor... 9mm pistol rounds are too weak to penetrate it, if only we could have a P90."

Tail turned her face sideways in surprise. "Eh?! Is there a difference?"

Sisi said with a subtle expression. "It's okay, you've been using that LD-47 anyway, it's fine."

Tail grinned smugly, "Of course! I've read the strategy guide! The Sickle assault rifle is the most powerful gun!"

Sisi didn’t know how to respond. "..."

Is this the dumb luck of a fool?

However, knowing to check the guide is better than not reading the guide at all.

Wu Chou glanced at the tall building on the southwest side and cursed angrily, "Hurry the fuck up, you guys!"

At the boss's urging, the 5 marauders immediately quickened their pace, circled around the concrete wall that had tipped over on the side of the street, and headed to the tall building where Night Ten was located.

Sensing the killing intent downstairs, and realising that he would not be able to run away, Night Ten simply gave up trying, removed his thermal imager, and hid it in a drawer.

That was the equipment worth more than 2,000 silver coins!

Dying was not a problem, but losing equipment was an unbearable loss!

The direct combat power of a perception type was not strong. Strictly speaking, they were only marginally stronger than the Intelligence type which innately lacked any strength. Intuition could occasionally help them dodge a fatal blow, but if dodging was not an option, they would choose to meet their death.

The killing intent perception skill could, at most, inform him of a general bearing and distance, which allowed him to predict where his opponent might attack from.

This talent was critical in group combat, especially before entering the battlefield, allowing the squad to effectively determine whether the opponent was aware of their presence.

However...

In a melee, where the battlefield was saturated with killing intent, this talent was of limited use. As soon as he fired a shot, anyone who was not blind would know where he was.

After all, he was not Old White, whose abilities were far beyond ordinary people, and boasted a wealth of wilderness survival knowledge and experience. Neither was he as good as Ample Time and Gale, one who excelled at mental acrobatics, and the other who always stayed calm and rational.

Maybe... I was too hasty to have come alone.

"Tsk! And here I was thinking just how powerful this idiot could be!"

Glancing at the hunk of metal lying on its back in the mud puddle, Night Ten cursed, calculated the time for the mercenaries to get upstairs, and fired another shot out of the window.

Just then, a gunshot rang out from a distance. Night Ten was startled and thought that there were still snipers that he failed to spot. But he soon realized that there was no killing intent locking on him, and that the bullet was not headed for him.

The sound of faint screaming came from downstairs.

He leaned close to the window and looked down, discovering a body lay at the front door of the office building.

Ample Time?!

Nope...

That guy doesn't use sniper rifles.

The shot didn't sound far, probably about six hundred meters in a straight line, bearing north west, and sounded like an LD-47.

Night Ten's eyes lit up.

No matter who it was, the gunfire had to be from friendly forces!

Those marauders were thrown into confusion by the sound of the gunshot, probably not expecting that this 2 snipers could actually be hiding in the area.

"Damn it! There's no end to it!" Lying behind the cover, Wu Chou cursed, the desire to retreat beginning to grow in his heart.

He knew he had twice as many men as the opposite side, yet in less than half an hour, they already had 8 men forced out of action while the other side suffered minor injuries at most.

Especially the damn sniper!

Not only did the sniper suppress the squad on his left, forcing him to send out 5 men just to deal with him, but he also took out Wu Chou’s competent subordinate!

Wu Chou's heart bled.

However, just as he was considering whether he should retreat, gunfire suddenly rang out from behind them, and a rain of bullets landed right on their position.

Caught off guard, a mercenary leaning against the wall was killed on the spot, and the machine gunner posted behind the fortifications was turned into swiss cheese. Everyone was thrown into disarray by the attack.

Several mercenaries in the back row immediately turned their guns to meet the battle, however an overwhelming wave of battle cries that filled the air left a trace of fear on everyone's face.

"Fuck!"

"It's their reinforcements!"