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"Roar!"
As the sun sets in the shanty town of Porto, the roar of Hulk is deafening. Facing the siege of hundreds of players, it turns a blind eye and rampages through the player group like a tank.
The bullets fired from the gun in the player's hand bounced off the player's tough skin when they hit it, and once the player was grazed by its fist, they would fly out directly, leaving them dead or disabled.
However, the besieging players showed no intention of retreating. They all looked excited, either hiding in the dark and shooting black guns or relying on Vertical Maneuvering Equipment to deal with them. They had dispersed since Hulk. Once Hulk moved the target, these players started pouring firepower without hesitation.
"Haha, it's cool, this game is so damn real."
"It turns out that this is the correct way to open this game, md. It's a pity that I didn't buy Vertical Maneuvering Equipment, otherwise I would have wanted to rush up and play with this green monster."
"Get out of the way, I'm going to use the Rocket cannon that I have treasured for a long time. Don't blame me if you are accidentally injured!"
"Damn, I'm out of bullets. If anyone supports me, I'll give you 100 million game coins!"
"What the hell, one hundred million? Come on, come on, I have... wait a minute, brother, which country are the game coins you're talking about from?"
"Zimbawi coins, hurry up, give me bullets!"
"Go away! Just pretend I haven't been to Zimbabwe. My character was born there!"
Hulk was rampaging all the way and was invincible. If the aboriginals were there, they would have been frightened. However, the players became more and more excited as they fought. They didn't mind the dead at all. They even laughed with their companions, or laughed wantonly while firing.
The level of simulation of Earth OL is so high that it is almost not different from reality except for some system functions.
The smell of gunpowder smoke, the heat of the gun barrel, the deafening roar and roar, and the violent visual impact of the bullet hitting the green monster's skin but being bounced away...
Here they can experience everything in reality without having to worry about legal and other restrictions. This means that they can get a sense of vanity and satisfaction that is comparable to reality, and they can also let themselves go and vent all kinds of negative emotions.
According to common sense, games that reach this level of freedom and simulation will not be allowed to go on the market. Earth OL is definitely unique in this aspect, and even the so-called cross-generational game Star Wars Era cannot compare.
To a certain extent, this game can already be regarded as the second world. If it weren't for the many ties to reality, I'm afraid many players would simply choose to live in this game.
Here they don't need to worry about any rules and regulations, and they don't need to work hard to survive. They even gain extraordinary powers far beyond their own kind and experience another kind of life.
As for the consequences... the biggest thing is to delete the account and rebuild it. It cannot be resurrected, but it is equivalent to reincarnation with the memory.
Let's get back to the point.
The reason why these players work so hard without fear of life and death is to enjoy the game and let themselves go. More importantly, this camp branch is different from the past. Whether they kill players of the enemy camp or cause damage to the main NPC, they can accumulate camp points as rewards.
For these individual players in the military camp, they can get a small amount of points as rewards by pouring firepower on Hulk. Although it is very small, the cumulative effect is very considerable. According to the screenshots of several camp stores that have been released before, as long as you can get 5,000 points after a camp mission, you can basically exchange for the same very good equipment and props.
On the other hand, the players in the Hulk camp have little enthusiasm, and they basically either didn't come or were just trying to make fun of themselves.
Hulk has no sense after his transformation. Some people who Bruce Banner attaches great importance to may be able to make him restrain himself, but players like them obviously do not enjoy this kind of treatment.
At this time, if you go up there, you will only be attacked indiscriminately, and you may even have to face players from the enemy camp using black guns to kill people. This is a lesson they have learned at a painful price many times.
Players in the Hulk camp are focusing more on the camp branch. They are either searching for Orchid whose appearance is unknown near Porto, or waiting for Hulk to run away, finishing and breaking up, and then making some contributions to the camp.
"Why do you feel like there are fewer NPCs here?"
Several players from the Hulk camp cowered in the alleyway of a low flat room and quietly looked out.
"Nonsense, we have fought so many team battles here, those NPCs have already run away."
The companion who asked the player aloud said disapprovingly, "Just pay attention to the situation and try to fight NPCs after the tracking troops come over. Their contribution to the camp is much higher than that of the player."
"No, when we rushed over just now, I saw the police evacuating the surrounding Commoner."
Another companion asked worriedly, "Do you think the tracking troops are planning to bomb with powerful thermal weapons such as missiles?"
"Don't worry, they just have no choice but to evacuate people with Hulk. No matter how you evacuate, this is still an urban area, and if you drop a missile in a shantytown like this, everything will be burned."
Facing this player's speculation, except for the player who felt something was wrong at the beginning, the rest of them all scoffed.
They have fought in Porto for more than ten times. Not to mention the missiles, the NPCs tracking the troops have not even used the Rocket cannon. If they really wanted to carry out bombing, they would have already used it, so why wait until now.
"How about we withdraw first? It would be a good idea to complete the mission of finding Orchid first."
The player who felt something was wrong at first suggested it, which immediately won the approval of the worried players. Unfortunately, it was firmly rejected by the rest of the players.
"Orchid There is only one mission. Those who find it will be rewarded and the rest will just drink soup. Let's squat here and wait for the tracking troops to come over. If we can kill two of them with a random bullet, we will get hundreds of points."
"But..."
The proposer wanted to say something else, but suddenly stopped talking, and the other people also mentioned God.
"What a sound!"
"Damn, you're crazy!"
The uproarious screams of many players came from outside the alleyway, accompanied by the continuous sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the sound was getting closer and louder, and the neat and regular impact sounds merged into one, making it feel like an army of ten thousand people was marching.
"I'll wipe it."
In the alleyway, a player from the Hulk camp cautiously stuck his head out to watch, and then immediately shrank back with fear, as if he was scared to death.
"What's going on?"
Some of the other people asked directly, while others leaned against the wall and poked their heads out.
Gudong!
The player who just stretched his head to check swallowed his saliva and said, "Lee Stein's Transformer, and there are at least dozens of them, each one is taller than Hulk..."
"Damn it, why is Lee Stein here and dozens of Transformers?"
Everyone in the alleyway was immediately shocked after hearing this.
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