This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 317.1: The Knife That Descended From The Skies

Furthermore, they employed cunning tactics. Once a deadlock was reached, they would retreat immediately, giving the marauders no opportunity to pursue them.

What troubled the marauders even more was that the attacks were not confined to a single city area. They might even occur simultaneously in both the northern and southern parts of the city.

This lack of radio equipment had been a significant challenge for the marauders.

As their communication devices were insufficient to equip a 10 man team, they could only report the approximate locations of the attacks using signal flares.

And once multiple facilities were attacked simultaneously, the sky would be filled with signal flares, and alarms would go off everywhere.

The marauders had no knowledge of which areas had more enemies or fewer enemies, or what equipment the enemies possessed. As a result, those responsible for defending the area, including a company and even the brigade of marauders, often found themselves in a dilemma of not knowing where to send reinforcements.

But even that wasn’t the most troubling matter.

What truly had become a headache was that those elusive blue coats seemed impossible to eliminate.

Occasionally, the marauders could kill 1 or 2 attackers, but they never saw a decrease in the number of enemies.

How many paratroopers did those blue coats have exactly?!

Did they have that many planes to complete their training?

This series of questions became like a curse weighing on the minds of Gold Fang and other high-ranking members of the Fang Clan. This included Urron, who had previously boasted and vowed in front of Gold Fang that he would root out those moles.

Over the past week, he had led his subordinates to kill at least 11 New Alliance paratroopers. On one occasion, he even wiped out an entire 4 man squad.

However, the strange thing was...

He just saw the people he killed 3 days ago. "... Are they twins?"

Urron moved the muzzle emitting smoke away from the corpse. Furrowing his brow, he stared at the face on the ground. The more he looked, the more he felt it was familiar.

Could they be clones?

It was not impossible.

After all, clones were not uncommon these days. However, it was not easy to train clones to behave like normal people, let alone turn them into well-trained soldiers.

Urron noticed the VM on the person's arm and removed it while tapping the right side of his exoskeleton helmet twice with his index finger. "Hack into the VM system."

A row of windows appeared on the helmet's visor.

[In progress...]

The New Alliance's blue coats not only reset the vital monitor system, modifying it into a wrist-mounted computer, but they also recreated the system using their own language.

However...

For Urron, who had a Combat Support AI with an A-grade hacking plugin installed, hacking into a simple terminal was nothing.

Handing the hacking operation to the AI, Urron quietly waited for a few seconds.

However, at that moment, two pop-up windows appeared simultaneously on the VM screen and his helmet visor.

[Illegal access detected, DNA information verification failed.]

[System deleted.]

Looking at the Chinese characters on the VM screen, Urron was momentarily stunned. "... What does this say?"

...

500 metres away, on top of a residential building.

Three players were sneakily lying at the edge of the rooftop, holding binoculars to spy on Old Six's corpse and the squad of exoskeleton soldiers next to it.

Lost Newbie whispered in astonishment, "Damn... Reshala, the Dealmaker!"

Prop Master replied while sipping on a drink, "Tsk tsk, got KO'ed as soon as he landed, Old Six is too pitiful..."

Lost Newbie added, "Yeah, what a shame. He didn't even get a chance to pick up a gun before the boss team wiped him out."

"Failed to regroup... The side mission got cancelled. Let's do the main mission." Free Sniper looked at the disappearing icon on the VM and quietly backed away from the edge of the building.

Lost Newbie touched the semi-automatic gun in his hand, reluctantly eyeing the group of elite monsters on the street in the distance. "Damn, I really want to secretly take a shot."

Prop Master agreed and nodded. "Their exoskeletons look expensive. They might be worth quite a few silver coins if we sell them!"

Free Sniper rolled his eyes. "Stop dreaming. The mission is more important."

They had 2 missions that night, a main mission and a side mission.

The side mission was to retrieve the teammates who had parachuted into the battlefield, but unexpectedly, Old Six had such bad luck that he fell straight to the street and bumped into the boss team on patrol, dying before he could even grab a gun.

As for the main mission, it was to attack any of the marauder outposts located in the northern region, causing chaos in the northern city districts.

The main force of the Burning Corps would launch an attack on a large ammunition depot located in the southern part of West Continent City at dawn.

Their task was to create chaos in the north before the main force acted, diverting the marauder's reinforcement troops.

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In summary, they were there to stir up trouble! The bigger the commotion, the better.

Of course, they tried to avoid running into those guys they saw earlier.

With their current equipment, they were only dreaming if they wanted to fight head-on with those soldiers armed to the teeth while wearing exoskeletons.

In a real fight, without the full-body armour blocking the bullets, they would get shot in the chest and head, no matter how high their attributes were.

The 3 quietly retreated from the rooftop.

For about 1 kilometer, they moved in a completely opposite direction from the team of exoskeleton soldiers and quickly found a watch post belonging to the Fang Clan.

To restrict guerrilla activities in the area, the Fang Clan set up checkpoints at the entrances of various roads in West Continent City.

Inside the watch post, a marauder stood with a self-made cigarette in his mouth. 2 others were chatting away, 1 on the left and 1 on the right of a roadblock. The last one sat near a campfire, holding a skewer with unidentified meat, occasionally chiming in.

Upon seeing this, Free Sniper immediately gestured to the teammates to halt. Without hesitation, he took out an RPG rocket launcher from his back, loaded it with a high-explosive round, aimed it at the roadblock, and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh!

White smoke streaked through the air as the RPG hit the roadblock.

Boom!

Caught off guard, the marauders standing near the roadblock were blown away by the explosion.

Whizzing shrapnel flew in all directions, leaving bullet marks on the concrete wall and cement ground.

"Incoming RPG!" Inside the watch post, the marauder crouched to avoid the flying debris through the window. With a startled cry, he hastily pulled out a signal gun and fired into the sky.

The marauder by the campfire ignored the blood on his face as he crawled into the ruins. Sticking out his rifle, he fired outside the cover randomly.

Bullets whizzed and landed in the display windows about a dozen metres away from the players.

Seeing the rising of green signal flares, Free Sniper smirked, stuffed the smoky launcher back into his backpack, and loaded his rifle. "Mission Completed!"

"Brothers, open fire freely!"

"Let's finish this!"

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