This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 307.1: Rain It Down On Me Baby!

"... Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes?"

Humming a song out of tune, the fat rat shook the tin can in its hand, and poured the fuel onto a building roof.

Since unlocking the hidden profession and becoming the sharp blade under the cloak of the administrator, Make Me felt completely reborn, feeling as though he had rediscovered the meaning of his existence.

Sure enough, rather than showing off his strength on the frontal battlefield, playing tricks where people couldn't see was more in line with his game style.

So what if no one knew what he was doing?

As long as the administrator knew, it was more than enough!

After figuring this out, Make Me felt that he deserved at least half of the credit for the rodent infestation in West Continent City.

"Humans, huh? Die! Die!" Giggling smugly, he shook the fuel canister in his hand until the last drop of fuel was poured out.

After he was done, he straightened up and glanced around. Seeing that no one had spotted him, he quickly followed the safe route detected by his minions and sneaked away from the roof.

A group of mutated rats with tin cans tied to their backs followed in excitement.

The tin cans on their backs, of course, were not made by Make Me. They were actually dropped by Mosquito in the jungle 3 kilometers away from Bluestone County in the dark before, and then picked up by him according to the marked points on the VM later.

Those tin cans were threaded into a string with ropes, filled with biomass fuel with thickeners and combustion oxidizers, and dropped by parachutes.

Although many cans were scratched by branches, or simply broke upon landing, the vast majority were still intact.

During that past one and a half months, Make Me, relying on its familiarity with the terrain and its small body, successively delivered more than 2,100 tin cans to the hiding place in Bluestone County, transporting a total of nearly 11.2 tons of mixed fuel!

And in the early hours of last night, when everyone was offline, he received a mission to dump the fuel mixed with thickener on the roof of the weak link in the northern defense zone of marauders.

The mission to attack Bluestone County would start early in the morning, and he knew it before any other player.

With the help of his little minions, most of Make Me's mission had been completed successfully.

Although his little rats were a bit dumb and couldn't do the job of dumping fuel, they could still understand how to follow their boss around.

In fact, they didn't know what Make Me wanted to do, nor did they know what the smelly and viscous liquid was for, but the action in groups made them extremely excited.

Even humans who could easily stomp them to death would subconsciously panic when they saw them appear in groups.

The feeling made it as though they had conquered the city.

And the fattest rat that brought them together was their king!

...

In the north side of Bluestone County.

The roof of a half-collapsed 5 story building was filled with logs and concrete, and the rubbish that could be seen everywhere on the wasteland packed the dilapidated building tightly, leaving only a water-cooled light machine gun in the narrow firing hole.

"What's this smell?" Standing at the entrance of the machine gun fort, Hei Feng sniffed, frowned, and muttered, "Why is it so stinky!"

From the very beginning, he had smelled something strange.

And apparently, he wasn't the only one who had smelt it.

Feng Si, who was squatting beside the machine gun, also wrinkled his nose. "Huh... I smell it too."

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This was the sentry post on the north side of Bluestone County.

Not far from them was the only road leading from Bluestone County to West Continent City... Although that road was too dilapidated to be called a road.

Their staff officer Bernie probably had a grudge against trees in his previous life, and had been mobilizing them to cut down trees to build fortifications and strengthen bunkers for the past few months.

Not only had a large number of firepower points been deployed near the southern side closest to Remote Creek Town, but there had also been extensive construction activities near the northern side, close to West Continent City.

He even suggested to their leader Lion Fang to assign a hundred or so slaves to repair the dilapidated road.

In the words of that staff officer, ‘the land can't change, but people can’. Their opponent may not necessarily launch an attack from the nearest position, but may also try to flank them, or even manoeuvre to their rear. Strong fortifications and unimpeded supply lines could help them gain more advantages on the battlefield.

But to be honest, Hei Feng doubted whether the other party really had the courage to actively attack them.

They had a whole brigade stationed there, and the equipment they took over from the Army was not just a few rifles, but also dozens of 100mm cannons and trucks towing the cannons.

Not only that, there were tens of thousands of people stationed in the West Continent City behind them. Once there was an attack, a large number of reinforcements would arrive at the front line within a day at the latest.

But having said that, the looming stench always made Hei Feng feel uneasy.

"I'll go out and have a look."

After leaving these words, he grabbed the Ripper rifle leaning against the door, and followed the pungent smell to trace its source.

After he went downstairs to the street, a breeze happened to blow by.

Roughly judging that the smell was coming from the roof of the house next door, Hei Feng loaded the rifle vigilantly, and approached cautiously.

Making each step quietly, he climbed up the stairs slowly.

However, when he walked up the stairs to the top of the building and pushed open the half-open door, what he saw was a scene that he would never forget.

He saw a fat rat half a man tall, humming to itself in a strangely out of tune voice. It shook the can in its hand up and down, splashing black fuel everywhere.

That scene was just horrifying.

The rat not only uttered words, but even sang songs.

That scene was so absurd that it made Hei Feng suspect that he was hallucinating. He was completely stunned, even forgetting the gun in his hands.

The fat rat didn't seem to have noticed him.

However, the little rats around the fat rat immediately noticed the uninvited guest, baring their fangs at him, hissing and growling.

Finally noticing the movement behind him. Make Me turned around, his round eyes happened to meet the eyes of the shocked marauder at the door.

Showing a smile that he thought would resolve the embarrassment, Make Me threw away the tin can in his hand without hesitation before drawing his pistol.

However, the marauder was obviously not an incompetent person. He quickly recovered from his shock, and even pulled the trigger one step faster than Make Me.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out on the roof.

Make Me grunted in pain as his chest was pierced by a rifle bullet, and he fell backward beside the rusty water tank.

However, he didn’t lose all combat strength after he was shot. He aimed his pistol at the entrance of the top floor and fired 3 shots in a row, forcing the marauder who was about to rush up to retreat.

Hearing bullets swishing past his head, Hei Feng felt his hair stand on end, completely confused about what had just happened.

It was already scary enough that a mutated rat half the height of a person was singing a song while pouring fuel on the ground!

But it even drew a pistol and shot at him!

He clearly didn't take any drugs last night...

At this time, the teammate on the roof next to him probably heard the gunshots and yelled towards him. "Brother, what's the situation over there?"

Hei Feng yelled in horror at the top of his voice while firing at the fat rat hiding behind the cover. "A rat! A big fucking rat! Damn it! It's firing at me!"

"...? A rat?!" His teammate was obviously also dumbfounded, unable to respond for a while.

Knowing that he couldn't explain clearly, Hei Feng could only grit his teeth and continue firing, hoping that the patrol team would come to support them as soon as they heard the gunshots.

Although rats did not have the Rough Hand debuff, they were still not able to use human weapons easily.

Make Me, who was shot in the body, felt that his health bar was dropping quickly, and a large amount of blood would gush out of his stomach with every breath he took.

"Damn it! This constitution attribute is completely useless!"

"Forget it, anyway, my resurrection CD is only 24 hours..."

After firing the last bullet in the magazine, Make Me made up his mind, threw away the pistol that he could no longer hold steadily, and took out the matchbox with trembling fingers.

A flame was quickly ignited at his fingertips.

The flame was very weak. However, the moment it appeared, whether it was the shivering little rats hiding around, or the marauder squatting at the entrance of the corridor, their faces all showed a horrified expression.

"No!" Hei Feng screamed in fear.

However, the fat rat had already dropped the match on the ground and laughed sharply. "Hahahaha! Fuck you humans..."

"Die!"

The flames sprang up and engulfed the fat rat in its entirety.