This Game is too Realistic - Chapter 571.1: "What The Fuck?"

"An airplane?!"

"And it’s a bloody Mosquito…!"

In the jungle, a group raised their heads in shock, only to see a W-2 aircraft strafing the ground before quickly pulling up to climb higher.

The mutants outside the small town gate opened fire at the sky, bullets whistling upward, but they couldn’t keep up with the departing aircraft.

Moments later, the plane circled back and unleashed another round, mowing down a large number of green-skin bastards who hadn’t managed to dodge.

The aircraft’s guns looked as though they had eyes.

Clearly someone was providing ground-based targeting guidance.

Staring up, Old White’s face carried a trace of surprise. "The dude’s pretty good..."

Gale nodded. "He’s most likely one of ours."

The W-2 Mosquito attack craft had only been exported to the Brocade River Province for less than a year.

Even with exceptional talent, no one could possibly master the aircraft to such a degree of perfection with a single...