This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 570.2: You Dare To Get On My Plane Even When You Dont Know My Name?
“Uh... Ahem, friend, how should I address you?”
“Falling Feather!” Falling Feather answered heartily.
This NPC was still a little too straightforward.
He dared to climb aboard without even knowing his pilot’s real name.
Any player would absolutely never!
“Falling Feather, is it... Please head south, do you know where Pinecone Ranch is? Just land nearby, I need to bring the news over there.”
“Pinecone Ranch?” Falling Feather laughed. “I don’t know where that is.”
Kong Lingkai froze, but heard nothing amiss in that laugh. He assumed the man was simply new, so he patiently said, “It’s fine, just fly south. I’ll guide you along the way...”
Falling Feather burst into a hearty laugh. “What did you say? The wind’s too strong, I can’t hear you!”
“???”
Before the man behind him could react, Falling Feather suddenly yanked the rudder left and flicked the weapon safety off.
“Hold on tight!”
...
Meanwhile, at the gate of the farm, the old butler and the private soldiers all stood dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
“What should we do...” a guard muttered at the door, hoping someone would tell him.
But none of the bigwigs spoke.
Daydreaming Star River glanced at them, knowing they’d be no help, so he turned to the old man named Zhou Daniu.
The old man looked timid and uncertain, unsure why these soldiers had come for him, and tentatively asked, “... My lord?”
Daydreaming Star River thought for a moment, then stammered in Federation language, “Your son sent me to bring you to the New Alliance. But truth be told, he paid too little... Even so, I’ll take you to reunite with him. But you should tell him to pay more.”
The old man stared blankly, not understanding why the owner of the farm had let his family go. But since the man didn’t seem to be joking, he nodded anyway.
Daydreaming Star River then looked at the stunned old butler. “Relax, you won’t die... There’s just a few elite mobs. Look at you!”
What a waste of those weapons.
Wearing Falling Feather’s exoskeleton, Daydreaming Star River chambered his rifle and waved the Little Feathers forward, heading toward Hope Town.
The convoy Falling Feather was escorting was still in town.
Before extracting these NPC quest targets, he had to deal with the Mutant Humans attacking the settlement.
As for whether those people would renege afterward, he didn’t worry at all.
They held their leader in their hands. Once in the air, the man had no say anymore.
...
“Oge!”
A deafening roar came from outside Hope Town’s walls as bullets rained down on the gate, pinning the town guards under cover.
Explosions boomed now and then, shredding what remained of their fragile nerves.
Mutant Humans!
Those from deep in the province!
Their bullets struck the green-skinned monsters like toothpicks into cotton. Barely a few dropped at all.
But anyone who dared peek out was blasted into bloody pulp by the storm of fire.
Never having seen such a battle, the faces hiding behind cover were etched with terror, the weaker ones trembled uncontrollably.
Na Fruit could have dulled their fear, but without Holy Water, that would only turn them into helpless sacrifices.
No one dared take it now.
They could only fight the fear with their will...
“Hahaha! Cowards! Cry, scream, run for your lives!”
“Your grandpa is here!”
Standing atop an off-road truck, Oge gripped a machine gun and bellowed, his finger welded to the trigger.
The red-hot barrel sprayed wildly at the gate, tracer fire streaking like thick fingers of light, as he spent ammunition without hesitation.
The fear in their eyes thrilled him; his very soul trembled with delight.
Yes.
That was how those two-legged beasts were supposed to look!
As if to vent all the terror he had felt in the last battle, he shouted with manic excitement, “Hit them hard! Smash them flat!”
His underlings beside him howled in frenzy.
“Awoo! Awoo!”
Gunfire roared outside the town, and inside chaos reigned.
The Mutant Humans did not rush to swallow them whole, but instead drew it out, torturing their will with fear, intending to devour them piece by piece after morale collapsed.
At the town hall doors, mercenaries and caravan guards packed the place, with large numbers of guards pinned down there too.
An enraged mercenary captain strode forward, seizing a town staff who had come out to calm the crowd, and roared, “Damn it, you told me they are marauders?!”
“I-I didn’t know either...” the staff stammered, eyes flicking desperately to the city guards nearby.
A soldier, in a rush of blood, saw his comrade seized and instantly raised his rifle to save him.
At once the mercenaries and caravan guards around them hardened their faces, pulling weapons and aiming back at the soldier.
What a joke.
They were hardened men who had roamed the wasteland for years. Did they look like they would be cowed by a few rifles?
In an instant, the atmosphere turned to a hair-trigger standoff.
Outside the town was a battlefield. It was about to ignite inside too.
Watching the swelling conflict, Ma Hechang, hiding in the hall, sweated bullets.
His plan had been to keep those outsiders to help them against the Mutant Humans. Now, it was collapsing. Outside, those Mutant Humans were breaking in, inside a fight was about to break out.
Knowing he could hide no longer, he grit his teeth, strode out, and snatched the gun from the hands of a city guard.
“Enough! Stop it! What are you doing?! Do you know what time it is?”
“Yeah, we know what time it is. The Mutant Humans are at the gate, and we’re still being kept in the dark!” Throwing the staff aside, the mercenary captain shoved forward, eyes narrowing at the mayor.
Mayor Ma’s heart pounded, but he forced calm. “What do you want?”
“I want an explanation!” the captain said coldly, every word hammered out.
The mayor stepped back, nervous. “Ask the Mutant Humans why they came! H-how would I know?!”
“How would you know? You do know! You built those barricades at the gates, blocked the roads without a word, and wouldn’t let our wagons out? Don’t act dumb. You knew everything. You just wanted to drag us down with you.”
The mayor’s face darkened. He had no rebuttal, so he forced out, “Whatever the case... We’re all on the same rope now. If those green-skin gorillas break in, no one survives!”
Escape wasn’t even an option.
No one escaped those monsters.
Their favorite sport was chasing prey until exhaustion, until they collapsed begging on the ground.
The captain knew it too.
He spat on the ground, slung up his rifle, and strode toward the west gate. “I’ll settle this with you after we’re done fighting!”
He had fought Mutant Humans before and knew well how tough they were.
If he had known ahead of time it was Mutant Humans, maybe he would have abandoned the contract and fled. But that didn’t change his fury at having been lied to.
Among the merchants, Wu Wenzhou’s face was taut with anxiety as he looked around.
Falling Feather... Where had he gone? The battle outside was deafening and still no sign of him.
A sudden thought struck him.
That guy... Could he have run away?
Just then, an ear-splitting wail tore across the sky, shrieking like death itself and shaking every nerve.
Wooooooo...
The roar of a siren rang in the ears of everyone present.
Heads turned upward. A cross with spinning propellers dove down from the heavens.
“... Old Man Kong’s plane?!” Mayor Ma looked up in shock at the familiar sight, disbelief etched on his face.
The landlords of Brocade River Province might dislike the New Alliance, but they all loved trading grain for their weapons.
He had heard long ago that a neighboring lord of a farm imported machine guns and heavy weapons.
But he hadn’t expected that miserly bastard to wade into this mess!
As he gawked upward, the heavy autocannons started firing.
Everyone at the town hall instinctively ducked.
Tracer fire slashed downward toward the west gate, then the nose of the aircraft smoothly pulled up amid the thunder of gunfire.
In a fleeting blur, Mayor Ma thought he glimpsed a familiar face.
That face twisted in the rushing wind.
“What are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?!” Kong Lingkai’s bloodshot eyes bulged, his mouth blown wide by the wind as he screamed in terror.
Seeing the nose dive at the ground, he had nearly thought they were crashing to their deaths!
“Hahaha! This is amazing!”
Bullets hissed past the plane in pursuit, but they posed little threat.
Glancing down at the Mutant Humans thrown into chaos by the strafing, Falling Feather grinned with satisfaction, swung the nose around, and readied for another dive.
Kong Lingkai wanted to strangle him but dared not move, glaring daggers at the back of his head as his mind reeled as the plane swerved.
Clambering up from the wreck of a truck, Oge glared at the airborne figure, a glint of caution in his eyes.
What is that thing?
Instinct told him that man was the same type as the humans he had met before, ones who feared nothing.
Suddenly, flickering muzzle fire erupted from one flank, cutting down his squad in surprise.
Never expecting the humans to counterattack outside cover, Oge hastily called his men and rushed to help.
But as soon as they arrived, a burst of autocannon fire rained down with pinpoint accuracy on them.
Against 20 mm cannons, tree trunks as thick as thighs shredded like paper, let alone flesh.
In a single breath, half the 10-man squad he brought over was obliterated, bodies torn apart and strewn across the ground.
“Damn it!” Grinding his teeth, Ogg ripped the mounted machine gun from the wrecked truck and aimed to bring the plane down on its next dive.
Just then, another storm of gunfire erupted from behind, screams rising from the forest.
For once, panic flickered in his bloodthirsty eyes. He spun to the rear and swung the weapon around.
There are more?!
How many enemies are there?!
A grim realization surged in his gut.
They were surrounded!
