"roar!"

As the sun sets, the Hulk's roar is deafening, facing hundreds of players' besieging, rushing around the player group like tanks.

The bullets shot from the gun in the player's hand hit his tough skin and were directly bounced away. Once the player is rubbed by its fist, he will fly out directly, and he will be disabled even if he is not dead.

However, the players who were besieging had no intention of retreating. They were all excited, either hiding in the dark to shoot black guns or relying on three-dimensional mobile devices to deal with them. Since the Hulk, they have scattered. Once the Hulk shifts its target, these players began to pour out their fire without hesitation.

"Haha, it's so cool, this game is so real."

"So this is the correct way to open this game. MD. Unfortunately, I didn't buy a three-dimensional mobile device, otherwise I would have wanted to rush up and play with this green-skinned monster."

"Everyone goes away. I want to use the rocket launcher I have treasured for a long time. Don't blame me if I accidentally hurt you!"

"Damn, I have no bullets anymore. Who can support me? I will give you 100 million game coins!"

"Damn it, 100 million? Come on, I have it... Wait, brother, which country do you mean by game currency?"

"Zimbabwean coins, hurry up and give me a bullet!"

"Get out! When I haven't been to Zimbabwe, my character was born there!"

...

The Hulk rushed all the way and was invincible. If it were the Aboriginals, they would have been scared long ago, but 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 burst into fire.

The simulation level of Earth ol is really too high, so real that it is almost not much different from reality except for some system functions.

The smell of gun smoke, the heat of the barrel, the deafening roar and roar, and the violent visual impact of the bullet hitting the green-skinned monster's skin but being bounced away...

Here you can experience everything in reality without scrutinizing the law or other constraints. This means that they can get vanity and satisfaction comparable to reality, and can also let themselves vent their negative emotions freely.

According to common sense, games with such degree of freedom and simulation will not be allowed to be launched. Earth ol is definitely the only one in this regard, even if it is known as the inter-era game, it cannot compare with the Star Wars Era.

To some extent, this game can be regarded as the second world. If it weren't for the fact that there were many bonds in reality, I'm afraid many players would choose to live in this game directly.

Here they do not need to worry about any rules and regulations, do not need to work hard to survive, or even gain extraordinary power 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, and it cannot be resurrected, but it is also equivalent to reincarnation with memory.

Back to the topic.

The reason why these players are so fearless and willing to work hard and enjoy the game to let themselves go is only one of them. What’s more important is that this faction branch is different from the past. Whether it is killing the enemy camp players or causing damage to the main NPC, they can accumulate faction points rewards.

For these military camp players, firepower poured into the Hulk can get a small amount of points reward. Although it is very small, it is also considerable to accumulate a lot. According to screenshots of several camp stores that were previously exposed, as long as you can get 51,000 points in a camp mission, you can basically redeem a very good equipment prop.

However, the players in the Hulk camp are not very passionate, and they are basically either not coming or playing soy sauce.

The Hulk is not very rational after transforming. Some people who Bruce Banner attaches great importance to may be able to restrain him, but players like them obviously cannot enjoy this kind of treatment.

At this time, you will only be attacked indiscriminately, and you will even face the enemy's camp's attacks and guns to capture people - this is a lesson they have learned from many painful costs.

The players of the Hulk camp focus more on the faction branch line, either searching for orchids near Porto that they don’t even know the appearance, or waiting for the Hulk to run away and then finish and break the team contribution.

"Why do you feel that there are fewer NPCs here?"

Several players from the Hulk camp cringed in the alley of a low flat room and quietly looked out.

"Nonsense, we have fought so many team battles here, and those NPCs have already run almost the same."

He asked the player's companion disapproved: "Be careful, pay attention to the situation. After the tracking troops come, try to play NPC. Their contributions to the camp are much higher than those of the players."

"No, when we arrived just now, I saw the police evacuating the surrounding civilians."

Another companion said worriedly: "Did you think the tracking troops were planning to bomb with powerful thermal weapons such as missiles?"

"Don't worry, they just had no choice but to evacuate the Hulk. No matter how evacuated it is, it will be in the urban area. Moreover, if a missile thrown in such a shanty town is probably going to burn."

Faced with this player's guess, except for the player who thought it was a little wrong at the beginning, the rest of them all sneered at it.

They have fought in Porto for more than a dozen times. Not to mention missiles, they have never used rocket launchers for tracking troops. If they really want to bomb, they have already used them. Why wait until now?

"Or why don't we go to retreat first. It's good to complete the task of finding orchids first."

The player who felt something was wrong at first suggested that he immediately won the approval of the worried player, but unfortunately he was firmly rejected by the rest of the people.

"There is only one orchid mission. The people who find it will be rewarded with the rest of them to drink at most. We will squat here and wait for the tracking troops to come. As long as one round of bullets can kill two, it will have hundreds of points."

"But……"

The proposer wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped talking, and the rest of them also mentioned the gods.

"What sound!"

"Damn it, you're crazy!"

Outside the alley, many players were screaming in an uproar, accompanied by the continuous sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. The sound was getting closer and louder, and the neat and regular collision sounds were connected, feeling like an army of tens of thousands of people was marching.

"I'll do it."

A player from the Hulk camp in the alley carefully poked his head out to watch, and then immediately shrank back with a broken heart, looking scared.

“What’s the situation?”

Some of the other people asked directly, while others leaned against the inside of the wall and leaned out their heads.

Gudong!

The player who just stretched his head to check it swallowed and said, "Listen's Transformers, and at least dozens of them, each of which is taller than the Hulk..."

"Damn, why is Listan coming? Do you still have dozens of Transformers?"
Chapter completed!