"Ha ha ha! Awesome! 666! This autocannon of yours is way too damn satisfying—no, way too damn game-breaking!"
"Wouldn't it make sense to nerf it?"
Sitting at the gun mount in the back of the truck, Mosquito squeezed the trigger for all he was worth and emptied an entire belt, shouting excitedly.
Fully loaded with forty high-explosive rounds, a single burst filled the air with booming explosions. It was far more exciting than setting off fireworks.
Seriously, the explosion effects and damage modeling in this game were just too damn realistic!
Unlike "Tech Storm V," where a fist-sized anti-aircraft autocannon could fire an entire burst and hit with less force than taking a piss, doing absolutely nothing even when it struck someone!
"Damn it! Could you save some ammo?" Levin, sitting in the truck, cursed while looking into the rearview mirror.
That one burst had directly used up half their stock.
Was that really necessary?
Forty people were bunched together running through the snow, and there was nowhere nearby to take cover. One fragmentation round could kill two people. Couldn't he fire in controlled bursts?!
"What are you worried about? Isn't someone paying for the ammo? If we don't use it all up, where will the new orders come from? I'm helping you clear your inventory!"
Mosquito grinned and looked at Toilet Search beside him, continuing animatedly.
"Bro, load me another belt!"
"I'm gonna let loose another burst!"
That previous wave had wiped out at least four squads.
Even if they weren't dead, they were crippled!
No question about it—today's MVP was definitely him!
Mosquito was having the time of his life, but Toilet Search, who had been waiting beside him for ages, had only gotten to hear the explosions.
Seeing that this guy actually wanted to fire another belt,