This Game Is Too Realistic-Novel

Following the order of the Ample Time, the javelin, arrow, and burning bottle were all launched from the window on the third floor, attacking this group of marauders by surprise.

The one who got the worst of it was the strong man in the front. His chest was penetrated by a javelin, and like a deflated ball, he stood still for a while before falling back into the fire without saying a word.

Another marauder was hit by an arrow in the arm, which was not a big problem—that was, until another arrow was shot directly into his mouth.

Screaming and shouting in fear and panic, the marauders downstairs fell into chaos because of the sudden attack. Their morale was obviously shaken.

But thinking of the miserable end if they escaped and the verbal promises of those people, they still roared and overcame the fear in their hearts, and rushed into the unfinished building in front of them while braving the arrows and javelins falling from the sky.

However, after a while, they learned what a real nightmare was.

These players wouldn’t show any mercy at all. They would use any tricks they could think of.

When they were about to rush to the second floor, a smoking gas tank was rolled down from upstairs...

With a delay of less than two seconds, a bang echoed in the corridor.

The white smoke exploded instantly, and the metal iron flakes covered by the pungent smell of gunpowder whizzed around in the narrow corridor, displaying a hell on earth!

Before the smoke completely dissipated, the marauders, who were still charging and roaring a second ago, all lied on the ground wailing in pain.

The dude who got the worst of it couldn't even scream anymore. Half of his body was blasted into pieces, but his legs were still twitching.

"Fuck… This, this thing is so powerful?"

Holding the javelin in both hands, Old White, who was about to charge, froze directly at the top of the stairs, looking at the situation inside in shock.

"Of course, it’s not like you don’t know how much gunpowder is stuffed in that tank."

Ample Time pushed his shoulder and urged.

"Don't just stand there. Quick, tie up those people..."

If they waited a little bit longer, those people would be completely dead.

Even if these marauders ended up hanging on the gallows of justice, they had to wait until they got the bounty!

...

Hundreds of meters away.

The explosion in the building wafted far away.

Standing on the ruins and holding the monocular, Cha's face gradually became heavier.

Although he couldn’t see the situation from the moment the cannon fodder rushed into the building, some things could be guessed without seeing it with his own eyes.

Sure enough, it was as he thought.

The entire construction site was a trap set by the people in the blue coats!

They deliberately sent people to move the rocks. On the surface they were defenseless and harmless to humans and animals, but in fact, they sent people to lie in ambush around.

It's so cunning!

"Boss, what shall we do now?" the man with a scar on his chest asked anxiously.

Seeing that Cha did not say anything, the scarred man continued.

"I suggest we take them out now!"

"They only used arrows and javelins, and they have exposed their positions! We have so many guns, why do we need to be afraid of them!"

The hunched man glanced at him and spoke with contempt.

"Are you deaf? Was the explosion just now fake? They obviously lured people in and slaughtered them inside! Who knows what is still hidden inside."

"Then what do you think we should do? Others have already started looting in the north; we can’t just wait here doing nothing. I think we should either attack them or join the people in the north! If we are lucky, we can catch a few fat sheep running away. But if we wait until it snows, there will be nothing left for us!"

It is not good to just wait here doing nothing.

Cha knew very well that his men also needed spoils for the winter, and no one wanted to be hungry and cold.

But it was not realistic to leave them here and join the people in the north.

His leader had thrown this piece of bone to him and asked him to chew. It was a reward and an affirmation of his loyalty and his trust. If he messed up this matter like that idiot, Badger, his leader would certainly not spare him lightly.

"Wait."

Hearing the boss's words, the scarred man was stunned and couldn't help asking.

"... How long are we going to wait for? It's already noon."

"Wait until the night, when they get into bed," Cha said with a gloomy face, looking at the skinny man next to him, and continued, "Go back again, bring ten fast-running slaves over, and prepare some Molotov cocktails and syringes."

"The rest of the people will take a break on the spot and replenish their energy."

"Wait until midnight, we will give them a big surprise!"

...

Outside the north gate of the outpost.

The Bull and Horse Squad walked back from the direction of the construction site with three captives whose hands and feet were tied up in the envious eyes of other players.

In addition to the three captives, there were three dead people stuffed on the cart.

One of them was killed by the bomb, and the other two were simply burnt to death, exuding an unpleasant smell.

"Holy shit!"

"It's really a hardcore game! I don't dare to kill a fish in reality, but I don't know why, I don't seem to panic when I see blood here?"

"Maybe this is next-generation technology based on the principle of dream interference. Visual filters? Emotional dullness? I don't know it very well."

"Bro, you are awesome! Did you wipe them all out?"

"Except for the awesomeness, I have nothing to say!"

Hearing the movement from a distance, Chu Guang walked to the north gate and looked at the captives and corpses who were taken back by the Bull and Horse Squad, his face full of surprise.

The four-man team defeated the six-man team.

Those players are really good.

However, the shock only lasted for two seconds. Chu Guang approached and took a look at them, and soon understood what was going on.

These six people were not real marauders. He couldn't find the bones that symbolize their identities. Instead, their faces or foreheads had been marked with a word.

"…… Cha?"

Although the writing was really bad, it should be this word.

Unsurprisingly, these captives were all slaves of the Bloodhand Clan.

However, the criminal's accomplice is still a criminal, and since they had taken up a weapon, they must have decided to join them.

After confirming the identity of each of them, Chu Guang didn't say anything extra, took a bag of silver coins from his pocket and handed it to Ample Time.

Facing these happy players, Chu Guang nodded and said in an encouraging tone.

"Shelter 404 will remember your contribution, here are 106 silver coins and 5 copper coins. In addition, your team has collected a total of 1200 contribution points, and you will each get 300 points equally."

"Now, send these criminals to the gallows of justice."

"Death will forgive them!"