Truth Department was shocked, "Aren't you two afraid of getting kicked off the server?"

It was just an observation from afar earlier, lacking details, but now it's close contact!

"Hmph!"

The Propaganda Department showed a knowing look.

"I'm not like you; I'm single and already did some pre-sleep exercises."

His good buddy also chuckled but didn't say anything.

Alright, sage time, damn it.

Similarly, the boys and girls who discovered the players immediately showed wary or panicked expressions.

The Propaganda Department coughed and disregarding everything, stepped forward and said,

"Everything here is fake. They're just keeping you here as playthings. They're just a bunch of cultists..."

But before he could say much, several older men and women were already swinging their fists, heading towards the players.

The world one can understand is only everything within one's reach.

For these boys and girls growing up in human-edited ultra-dreams, who never stepped out of the castle all their lives, everything here is real.

Ascension is real

Lovers are real

Everything makes sense

Moral theories never existed

Only these people in front are the bad ones.

The words spoken by the bad ones are naturally untrustworthy, and besides, they must protect the youngest batch of companions around them.

Meanwhile, a rapid set of footsteps sounded, a team of armed security appeared at the corner, they held rifles, wore heavy armor, stepped in unison, all exuding professionalism.

The young ones being protected at the back lit up at the sight, wanting to seek help from these security personnel they often encountered.

But facing these children running towards them, their eyes pierced through the crowd and immediately saw the intruders on the opposite side.

The security guards unhesitatingly raised the electromagnetic rifles in their hands, pulling the trigger.

The projectiles, accelerated through electromagnetic rails, surged forward, with bullet speed, fire rate, and penetration power far exceeding conventional bullets.

They pierced through layers of flesh and blood towards the target, and in the blink of an eye, the Propaganda Department overdosed on metal and died.

The cybernetic body on him popped and crackled from the impact of the projectiles, the whole body seemed like it was hit by a .50 machine gun

Shattered

only a head left rolling on the ground.

There were some bodies found among the bullets.

The lips on the head wriggled, whispering before going offline,

"I haven't even struck a pose yet..."

After the strafing

The corridor was now paved with limbs, flesh chunks, and blood

The previously energetic boys and girls were already lying in pools of blood, pupils showing a hint of confusion, but soon lost consciousness.

The security guards were still merciful, deliberately leaving no survivors, efficiently executing them.

Otherwise, there might have been a long time of shrill screams to endure.

And thanks to the buffer they provided, the good buddy slightly positioned further back was only half-bodied and not directly dead.

Only, the corridor scene after the mosaic disappeared was deeply imprinted in his mind.

"This damn game... a bunch of bastards..."

Despite having never spoken a word to this group of kids, watching a group's lives being casually manipulated and destroyed ignited a nameless fire in his heart.

But after all, this isn't the real Super Earth, there's nothing he can do

↑→↓↓↓

Summon a 500KG bomb and blast them.

Only being kicked offline.

Just wait, next time I log in I'll damn well kill you all...

Meanwhile, Truth Department and Lewis at the back were pulled to the wall just in time by A2, barely escaping death.

Bullets whooshed by in front, and Lewis wet his pants on the spot from fear.

But given the current situation, it's only a matter of living a second or two longer, A2 wasn't a deity.

Those security guards had already aimed their muzzles at them

Click...

A sudden sound caught the guards' attention as two black spheres flew from behind them.

Bang!

Black smoke exploded in an instant, filling the entire corridor.

"Enemies! Quickly activate infrared vision plugins!"

"It's Power Armor!"

Tatatatatatata!

Chaos from gunfire and shouting filled the dense fog, sparks from bullets hitting walls burst continuously.

However, the louder sounds were the cracks from fist hits and the dull thud of heads hitting walls.

Very quickly the sounds stopped, only the ventilation tube being blocked made the dense fog linger.

But as a player, Truth Department could clearly see 'Batman' as an ally NPC ID flipping through the fog, just couldn't make out the actions.

Until the other side approached right in front, he opened his mouth wide, looking in disbelief at the person before him

"Holy shit, Bruce Wayne?"

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