This Game is too Realistic - Chapter 475.2: ENGAGED

With his head pressed into the mud, Quit Smoking spat out a grasshopper that had gotten into his mouth and did a tactical reload.

He tried to return fire, but a burst of rounds nailed the mud pit in front of him, forcing him back.

Mud splashed into his collar.

"Contacted!" he yelled. "They’re after Falling Feather! These guys are like aimbots… They can’t miss!"

Gunfire echoed back in their ears. Clearly, Old White’s side was also under attack.

"It’s expected. They had drones too, so it’s fair game. Have you seen Falling Feather?"

"Not yet… Wait!" Quit Smoking’s eyes lit up as he spotted a blip on the VM map. "I see him!"

However, the next second, his voice was cut off.

Something slammed into the back of his head and his face hit the mud.

"Fuck! Sniper!" someone shouted.

Thinking fast, Prop Master yanked a smoke grenade and lobbed it into the reeds.

Taking over command, he growled, "Boss… Quit Smoking’s...