This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 571.1: "What The Fuck?"

"An airplane?!"

"And it’s a bloody Mosquito...!"

In the jungle, a group raised their heads in shock, only to see a W-2 aircraft strafing the ground before quickly pulling up to climb higher.

The mutants outside the small town gate opened fire at the sky, bullets whistling upward, but they couldn’t keep up with the departing aircraft.

Moments later, the plane circled back and unleashed another round, mowing down a large number of green-skin bastards who hadn’t managed to dodge.

The aircraft’s guns looked as though they had eyes.

Clearly someone was providing ground-based targeting guidance.

Staring up, Old White’s face carried a trace of surprise. "The dude’s pretty good..."

Gale nodded. "He’s most likely one of ours."

The W-2 Mosquito attack craft had only been exported to the Brocade River Province for less than a year.

Even with exceptional talent, no one could possibly master the aircraft to such a degree of perfection with a single life.

Old White glanced at the VM, checking the icons of players around them. He saw two green dots not far from their location.

One of them, moving rapidly, bore Falling Feather’s name.

Night Ten, also checking his VM, was shocked. "Holy shit? Falling Feather?"

Quit Smoking muttered in surprise. "What’s he doing here?"

Ample Time thought for a moment and said, "Probably running a side quest. When that Mercenary Guild first came out, remember how they updated a batch of new missions? I saw a lot of high-level ones get taken."

At the time, since he was headed to Brocade River Province anyway, he thought about picking up some tasks there from the guild. But his hands were too slow. Those high-reward missions were snatched up the moment they appeared.

Truth be told, the fellow’s hands were insanely fast!

"Doesn’t matter why he’s here. Since we’re fighting the same enemy, looks like we got air support!" With a grin, Old White chambered his rifle.

"Get ready for battle!"

Their comms channel erupted with excited cries, others likewise chambering their rifles with a sharp click.

"For Midnight Pubg!"

"Awwooo!"

...

Roughly two hours earlier, after evacuating the residents of Dust Town, they had taken a Viper transport plane back to the area, intending to avenge Midnight Pubg.

Or rather, they wanted to finish off that mutant elite monster with the cybernetic implants.

The green-skin brutes had originally been partying on the battlefield but hadn’t had their fill, so they huffed and puffed eastward.

Following their tracks, the group had pursued them over, where they then heard gunfire.

Rushing toward the sound, they indeed found those monsters attacking a settlement.

Barring intervention, that settlement, already riddled with scars from Na Fruit’s corruption, wouldn’t last half an hour under the assault of those green bastards.

However, an intervention had clearly arrived.

Hearing gunfire from all directions, Oge’s fierce pupils flickered with a faint trace of panic. He roared in fury, urging his men forward. "Charge! Rip them apart!"

Searing tracers streaked wildly through the jungle.

Especially from the rear, fire poured in dense and cunning patterns, clearly stronger than elsewhere.

Even Oge felt the pressure.

Those monsters who had surrounded them were completely different from those he had encountered before!

Their style wasn’t like well-trained soldiers, yet it also wasn’t the raw brutality he had seen from others.

They were something in between.

They were ferocious yet tactical.

They attacked in squads of three, with three squads forming a wedge, advancing in pincer movements, alternating suppressive fire while crossing lines of attack to wring every inch from the cover.

The full-power rounds of the LD-47 might not hit as hard as the Howler’s armor-piercing shells, but a headshot was a headshot.

A mutant captain, wearing a fully sealed steel helmet and strapped with steel plates, was roaring as he led his underlings in a charge.

The moment he stepped out from cover, he was decapitated by a 20mm Lance round.

Hot brain matter and blood sprayed everywhere, leaving nearby mutant fighters stunned.

The rain of bullets did not pause for their hesitation, and soon their bodies burst into red mist.

One unlucky fool lost half a shoulder and another’s head was reduced to a dangling jawbone.

In just one exchange, a 10-man squad was easily decimated! Less than half remained.

The relentless gunfire kept pushing forward like a sudden downpour, tearing open a hole in the Mutant Humans’ line.

Oge glared murderously at the humans in exoskeletons.

His instincts screamed that those men were dangerous! They were more dangerous than all prey he had ever faced, combined.

And that only enraged him more.

It was like a juicy steak on his plate suddenly leaping up to slap him in the face.

How dared these weak, ugly two-legged cattle stand before him!

How dared they humble him again and again!

His teeth ground until his gums bled. His right-arm’s metal parts shook violently, while his muscles twisted and swelled like writhing worms.

"Oge!"

"I’ll mince you bastards into pies!"

He bellowed like a raging bull, hefting his heavy machine gun and spraying wildly. The recoil meant nothing to him. Shells as thick as bowls tore through tree trunks as thick as thighs, shredding bark and blasting wood chips into the air.

The sudden surge of firepower actually forced the human fighters to pull back. They fired at him, but ordinary rifle rounds did nothing.

All his vitals were shielded by steel, his head covered with a welded helmet a full 15mm thick. Even a full-power rifle shot round couldn’t pierce it! 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Ample Time, having just skewered a Mutant Human’s head with an arrow, ducked back under suppressive fire and glanced at Night Ten. "Night Ten... Do it!"

"Understood!" Taking aim at the machine gunner, Night Ten steadied his Gauss sniper rifle, breathing in the icy air, finger flipping the charge switch.

Bzzzz.

The hum of current filled the weapon.

Blue arcs built terrifying energy in the chamber, a mass round already loaded like a ballista bolt straining at release.

He felt eerily calm as his heartbeat slowed. Calmer than ever before, with a blank expression, he locked on to the ugly face and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

With a sonic crack, the hypersonic round blasted through the forest straight toward the mutant’s green head.

But something unexpected happened.

The mutant shifted sideways like he flashed, dodging the lethal strike with a blur.

The round obliterated a tree as wide as a man’s arms.

Standing amid the flying splinters, the Mutant Human’s bloodthirsty gaze pierced like a dagger.

Meeting those eyes, Night Ten froze in shock. "Holy shit?!"

Quit Smoking beside him was stunned too. "You missed?"

Night Ten stammered, "No... He actually dodged that?!"

As soon as he said it, a burst of autocannon fire swept the Mutant Humans’ rank from the air.

Any normal body would’ve been shredded by those 20mm rounds, but the mutant moved like he was cheating, slipping through again with uncanny agility.

Fixing on the figure, Night Ten found he couldn’t even trace his movement.

Ample Time, with his keen agility, squinted. "... Bullet time?"

He had a similar talent himself.

By accelerating the brain’s processing of optic nerve data, the world broke into frames. To him, everything, including himself, slowed.

However, seeing the bullet didn’t mean it could be dodged easily. Even he had no guarantee he would be able to dodge it, let alone a Gauss round traveling at several times the speed of sound.

Yet with the Mutant Human’s physique and their cybernetic enhancements, dodging that wasn’t impossible.

"These bastards really are tougher than we thought..." Ample Time nocked a high explosive fragment arrow and released it.

The cone-shaped tip burst into shrapnel, but it only tickled the mutant.

The mutant sneered, ignoring him, drawing a chainsaw strapped to his back and locking it to his right arm before charging in great strides.

Seeing the hulking figure, Night Ten felt his scalp crawl, packing up the rifle stand to retreat.

At that moment, Old White stepped forward from cover, drawing the Thermal Cutting Axe from his Exoframe.

"Leave it to me."

Seeing the angular suit of armor, Oge’s bloodshot eyes shook violently, pupils flaring with murderous rage.

He knew that armor!

He was there last night!

His brother had died at the hands of that man!

"Oge!"

His chainsaw screamed with grating metal, his roar thundered as he stormed toward the armored figure.

His body held not only flesh and blood but also the crystallization of technology!

In close combat, no one could match him, not even Pido!

He swore he would make them regret standing in his way!

Gripping his axe tightly, Old White fixed his eyes on the monster. He wasn’t lulled into carelessness just because he wore an exoframe.

His instincts told him his foe was strong, even stronger than the one Night Ten had faced the other night.

But even so, there was no reason for him to lose!

"Die!" Oge roared in fury and charged at Old White, the meter and a half chainsaw in his hand as light as a toothpick was raised high over his head.

For a moment, he vanished, leaving only an afterimage behind, before suddenly lunging forward three or five steps.

The downward strike of the chainsaw carried a violent power, like thunder crashing from the heavens, cleaving straight toward the exoframe in front of him.

Even the air around seemed to split under that strike!

So fast!