This Game Is Too Realistic
Chapter 937

The Combat Power of a Passing Player

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Watching the figure suddenly appear in the street, the soldiers of the cleanup squad were visibly stunned.

The person wore a raincoat. In the darkness, they could not see his face or whatever was hidden beneath the raincoat.

The squad leader immediately became alert, quickly raising his weapon to aim at the man before reporting the situation to the centurion.

"An unidentified target has been spotted... outside the mission area. This guy is blocking the armed militants' escape route."

Amid a crackle of static, the centurion's voice soon came through the communications channel.

"Report his details."

The squad leader took a deep breath and hurriedly reported.

"I can't see him clearly. He's wearing a raincoat... Something about this guy feels wrong."

The centurion calmly ordered, "He may be an accomplice of the armed militants. Detain him too."

They had already captured some prisoners, but it was not enough.

According to the accounts of those lackeys, the one who had escaped by jumping out the window was their leader.

The so-called disciple of the Enlightenment Society.

"Yes."

After ending the call, the squad leader waved his right fist. The team swiftly split into two groups. One continued advancing along the street, while the other raised their rifles at the raincoat-clad figure and approached him.

For some reason, the squad leader felt his heart pounding. That instinctive unease was like being watched by some dangerous mutant species.

Ten meters!

Just as the five-man group was about to reach the motionless figure, the sudden change occurred.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—!"

Muzzle flashes suddenly burst from the shadows beneath the raincoat, and tracers came hurtling toward them, catching the five-man group completely off guard.

At less than ten meters, there was no time to dodge such dense firepower, nor was there any room to maneuver!

Fortunately, the

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