Chapter 99

This girl must have deliberately added a playful element to the highly realistic military enthusiast event.

Her military uniform is more like a cosplay or a fetish outfit, not something a military enthusiast would wear for combat. Perhaps to prevent Buck from getting too immersed in the highly realistic scene, she deliberately wore this unserious outfit as a reminder. This girl must have put a lot of thought into it.

Buck considered this with self-flattery.

Fang Lingying seemed to read his expression and chuckled, "What else should I be equipped with?" She then twisted her body, bent one leg, and made a seductive pose, simulating a gun and blowing smoke from the barrel. Instantly, the few people behind her exaggeratedly fell to the ground: "Wow! Miss, whip me!"

Buck, who had some resistance, turned to Hong Qi: "Are you still... a cop?"

Hong Qi and the others laughed and got up: "Even law enforcement has human nature, right..." He lowered his voice and said to Buck, "Actually, several of us in the team are police officers!"

Really, it's probably more than just a few.

From the vehicles that kept arriving and the increasing number of people in military uniforms gathering outside, Buck could sense something was up. The guy who had been directing at the entrance had the same authoritative gestures as a traffic cop. The people who looked like stray soldiers clearly followed orders, squatting in the corners and smoking, whispering, "Our precinct... has been so busy lately!"

How did he end up in a pile of cops? Looking back at the instigator, Fang Lingying was carefully putting a gun into the holster on her belt. A few girls nearby envied her long hair: "Our station strictly forbids long hair, but your department is more relaxed, Fang."

Then a few older men in mixed camouflage gear looked at Fang Lingying with dissatisfaction: "Why are you still playing around? No entry!" They clapped their hands and called out, "Come on, come on... let's discuss the rules. Each team sets their own communication frequency. The basic rules are self-explanatory. Any violation of discipline, and the entire team is out!" From the way they spoke, they seemed to be leaders in their daily lives.

About a dozen people were gathered for the meeting, and Buck overheard from the surrounding chatter that nearly two hundred people had arrived today, with about a dozen teams from society, ranging from thirty to fifty people, and as few as three to five. But the weapons and equipment were really varied. Some were so advanced that they even had night vision goggles and high-end tactical earphones, while others were much simpler. But at least they all wore camouflage uniforms. Fang Lingying's uniform was really eye-catching. Buck asked Hong Qi in amazement, "Do they have all this equipment? Is it standard issue?" He could recognize some as NATO standard equipment, which they couldn't even get in Eastern Europe.

Hong Qi looked around and shook his head. Actually, they all wore masks and helmets, so their faces were hard to see. He could only tell from the mostly uniform camouflage uniforms of each team: "No... this team seems to be a bunch of rich second-generation kids. Everything is original and imported from abroad, costing about two to three thousand each. We're not allowed to use our work equipment privately, but most of this is domestic knock-offs. They look similar, but the quality is average."

Buck looked down at his own cheap equipment, which cost about a thousand, and chuckled. He turned to Fang Lingying and asked, "You can't participate, right?"

Fang Lingying didn't mind: "I'm just here to play. You can use my long gun, and we can be a double-barreled team? I'll take photos for you!" Girls love to play this way.

Buck shook his head: "No need."

Hong Qi looked at him and suggested, "Bring more magazines. Newbies usually get nervous and use a lot of ammo."

Buck still said, "No need..."

Hundreds of camouflaged soldiers roamed the houses, grass, and wilderness. Buck could feel his body starting to tremble unconsciously. His mind began to churn, and the adrenaline that couldn't be triggered even by riding a motorcycle and leaning into turns had quietly started. He closed his eyes to suppress the natural secretion of this stimulant. Too much would impact the pituitary gland, and the result of excessive excitement would be extreme fatigue, a state where his limbs felt too heavy to lift, a half-dead rhythm. This was a required lesson for a veteran.

Fang Lingying stood beside him, her black SS uniform contrasting with the Japanese field camouflage, both not thick. She felt his arm trembling slightly and pulled out a black scarf from her pocket: "Here, let me tie it around your head to cover your face. They say these plastic bullets hurt when they hit your face."

Buck, wearing a knock-off combat goggle, obediently lowered his head. The scented black scarf was folded into a triangle and covered his face. Fang Lingying's hands reached behind his head to tie it, as if her arms were draped around his neck in a tender manner. Her voice was very soft: "Take it step by step. If you feel uncomfortable, just leave."

Buck wanted to kiss her neck, which looked especially pale and smooth against her black collar, but he held back: "Thanks."

In the distance, someone with a megaphone called out: "Attention! Attention! Everyone, gather over here. Non-participants, please move to the entrance of the parking garage, especially those with children and family members. Everyone must move to the parking garage and not appear outside. All areas are dangerous. Everyone must wear protective goggles, I repeat, everyone must wear protective goggles!"

Hong Qi chuckled: "These guys..." He especially reminded Buck: "Many teams don't know there are cops here, so don't slip up."

Buck was disdainful: "You have so many traffic cops, and you're still trying to cover it up!" One of the guys who had been discussing earlier came over, pulled a spray can from his magazine pouch, and without a word, sprayed a white line outside the garage door: "Do not cross this line. All those hit by bullets must return to this safe zone and exit the battlefield!"

Fang Lingying played along, pulling on Buck's gun barrel: "Be careful... don't get hurt. Your wife and kids are waiting for you at home!" The other family members laughed, making Buck feel embarrassed as he ran off with the guys.

The rules were simple. Nearly two hundred people were roughly divided into four teams of equal numbers, with two teams fighting each other in the house and grass area and the other two in the mountain forest area. After eliminating the opponents, the surviving members of the winning teams would face off until one team captured the flag and won.

The only emphasized detail was: "If hit by a bullet, even if it just grazes you, it counts as a hit and you must exit the game. If you are reported for not exiting after being hit, be prepared to be shot full of holes!"

Everyone chuckled, as this was the only flaw in the game. Some thick-skinned and thick-bodied guys would pretend not to notice being hit, which everyone hated the most. So this point was particularly emphasized.

After that, the teams were instructed to enter the field: "In the first stage, do not enter other areas. In the second stage, you can run freely."

Buck followed Hong Qi and the others into the flat house and grass area. Looking at the familiar mountain and forest, Buck silently adjusted the two magazines on his belt. Hong Qi, who couldn't stand it, pulled out a pack of plastic bullets from his pocket and stuffed them into Buck's large camouflage pants: "I brought three packs, 7,000 rounds. You only have two magazines? Maybe three to five hundred rounds. Do you really plan to come out as soon as you enter? Follow me! I'll keep you safe! Is your frequency set?"

Buck smiled. His blood was already boiling, counteracting the trembling he thought he couldn't bear, the feeling of craving for battle, which was now spreading through his body, overcoming his resistance.

The game... maybe it really was the best way to adjust his mindset.

Buck's mind was filled with only one thought: "Don't kill... it's just a game!"

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