This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 502.2: The Strange Symbol...

For the first time, terror showed in those bloodthirsty eyes as they saw the building fall. By then, it was too late to run.

Many instinctively raised their arms to shield themselves, only to be crushed into pulp by the collapsing concrete.

The destruction caused a chain reaction. Another building struck at its base also began to crumble.

Two toppled towers crashed sideways into each other, forming a jagged, broken wall that split the battlefield in half.

Shockwaves hurled debris and rubble hundreds of meters. Rippling waves spread across the nearby quicksand.

“Hell yeah!” Su Ming, hoisting his Gauss rifle, pumped his fist and shouted with glee.

“Beautiful!”

Though the bombardment stopped, the New Alliance's offensive didn’t.

The buzzing overhead grew louder as desert-colored cross-shaped gliders appeared above the 26th Assault Team.

“What’s that?!” Gu Wei aimed his gun skyward, then lowered it again.

“Gliders from the New Alliance. They’re taking over the job of clearing the Mutant Human Tribe,” Yun Song said briskly over their communications channel while casually finishing off a mutant on the ground.

“Don’t just stand there. Keep stalling and you won’t even get a sip of soup.” Su Ming piped up suddenly.

“Soup? You mean the stuff in their camp?”

The channel fell briefly silent.

“... It’s just a metaphor, don’t gross me out.”

Cut off by the collapsed buildings, the attacking mutants were now trapped like cornered animals.

The 26th Assault Team quickly shifted from defense to offense, charging the stunned mutants and finishing them off with knives and sidearms before their wounds could regenerate.

Against abominations like them, mercy was pointless.

Gunfire echoed across the ruins. In just minutes, another 200 mutants had been slain by Yun Song’s team.

“The Enterprise's troops aren’t half bad. I thought their ground forces were all pushovers,” Adelia commented as a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

While they had a clear gear advantage, the soldiers' capabilities were nothing to scoff at. Their combat style mirrored the Academy's, using smart weapons and bionic prosthetics, but on the battlefield, their tactics were drastically different.

“Well, they are experts at dealing with mutants,” Adelia’s adjutant said with a diplomatic shrug. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

“Hmph!” McClennan sneered, “They better be. It’s their mess. If they weren’t good at it, who would be?”

More than the Enterprise, what bothered him were the wastelanders who had defeated him before...

He has lost too quickly. It was too sudden. He was barely able to see how those airborne troops had overcome his heavily armed forces.

McClennan stared outside the bridge, eyes locked on the gliders diving toward the ground.

Come on...

Show me what makes you so damn impressive.

In truth, the Burning Corps didn’t have any special landing technique. Their gliders crash-landed like flower petals thrown by a goddess down onto Earth.

Each aircraft plowed into the camp like shovels, smashing through shack rooftops.

One glider crashed into a livestock pen, toppling a boiling oil cauldron. A nearby Mutant Human priest, having just delivered a baby, was scared witless, unable to fathom where those intruders had come from.

It gently set the squealing newborn into a basket, drew its butchering knife, and charged the nearest aircraft with a roar.

But before it got within five paces, bursts of gunfire rang out, and three fully armed warriors stormed from the glider, blowing its head apart.

“Shit! I nearly landed in the damn oil pot!” Spitting out bloody saliva, Night Ten grabbed the fallen aircraft’s machine gun and tossed it to Quit Smoking.

Good thing the glider didn’t have a fuel tank!

Even if it caught fire, no big deal.

“Haha! I’m calling Old Irena to join us!” Quit Smoking laughed while loading his heavy machine gun.

“Screw off!” Night Ten rolled his eyes.

As they talked, a sudden sense of danger overwhelmed him. Instinctively, he shifted his aim, his LD-50 swung at a nearby metal divider.

“Ratatata!

Fire erupted from his barrel. A string of shots tore through the divider, punching a dozen holes into it.

Blood mist burst from behind. A Mutant Human soldier with a rifle dropped, screaming into the mud.

Quit Smoking braced his machine gun on a tilted drum and opened fire.

Roaring streams of bullets carved through the narrow alley like a wall of fire.

Against 12mm heavy rounds, neither Mutant Human flesh nor makeshift cover could hold. It was like shooting through paper.

The players didn’t have fancy Gauss rifles or caseless ammo like the 26th Assault Team, but when it came to soft targets, the New Alliance’s weapons were more than deadly.

The only difference was the shape of the wounds.

Nearly 100 players who glided in unleashed a storm of carnage inside the Blackstone Mutant Human Tribe’s camp.

The ambush took the mutants completely by surprise.

Their main forces had been shredded by the bombardment and no one was left to reinforce the camp.

As the New Alliance took over the prison pens, the Heart of Steel launched a second bombardment based on player-provided coordinates.

Surrounded on all sides, battered by waves of fire, the Mutant Humans’ resistance quickly collapsed.

“Hey, where’s Old White? It's almost over and I still haven’t seen him.” Watching the last of the Mutant Humans fall, Night Ten shouted back.

“He parachuted in. Probably needs a minute. We’ll just keep doing our job...”

Before Gale finished speaking, a massive crash echoed in the distance.

A black shadow slammed directly into a row of sheet-metal huts, its massive frame flattening the entire shelter, which was over 10 meters wide. Several young Mutant Humans who were just entering adolescence, scrambled out of the wreckage in a panic, searching for weapons. But before they had taken more than a few steps, they were cut down by a hail of gunfire.

Soon after, a familiar cheerful voice came through their channel.

“What a coincidence! Looks like I arrived just in time.”

Night Ten was stunned for a moment, then laughed and teased, “Barely. If you had been floating up there a bit longer, you might as well not have jumped.”

Quit Smoking roared with laughter. “Hahahaha!”

Although the Blackstone Tribe’s members were far stronger than the ones the players encountered during the early expansion at 76th Street, the New Alliance of today was no longer what it used to be. The fierce battle lasted less than 20 minutes, and soon, all that remained inside and outside the camp were the scattered sounds of gunfire and exhausted roars.

At the center of the camp, in front of a strange altar, a wrinkled Mutant Human priest, trembling with fear, raised both hands as it stepped forward to greet the approaching players.

It wore clothes made of hide and had a skull tied with string hanging around its neck.

“Wait! Please, let me speak to your leader. This may be a misunderst...”

Bang!

A hot round drilled into its skull, silencing its plea.