The difference can be compared between the Beiyang warlords from the Republican era and the African warlords with excellent matching mechanisms.

Fired thousands of bullets into the sky, resulting in single-digit casualties.

In fact, the former might be slightly stronger.

Solely in terms of appearance, Netherworld Dog of Dog Town can outkill them by ten streets.

Of course, while the people are kind of rotten, the gear in the drug dealers' hands isn't, it's genuine European stuff.

An armed drug dealer leaned out of the car window, shouting loudly at 'Lieutenant' Huey sitting in the front vehicle.

"Lieutenant, they're saying over at radar that the signal disappeared here; it's likely the Americans landed on this beach."

Huey, who was smoking a cigar in the car, didn't care at all and cheerfully said to his underlings in the back.

"Bro, let's see if those American guys' asses are really as white as rumored!"

His joke caused the entire convoy to burst into laughter, despite Huey never having attended a military academy. His position as a lieutenant depended solely on having an uncle who served as a colonel under Nightmare.

"Hahahahaha, hell, I want to bury them in the sand, ass outwards."

"I want their commander to suck my dick!"

Without discipline, without formation, the entire convoy rushed straight into the woods in a chaotic manner.

Their behavior seemed so natural, they didn't seem concerned at all about this New America company army that suddenly declared war on them.

Think about it, not just New America, even if you count the United States, have they won a war besides World War II in the last 150 years?

They were defeated by Korea when fighting in Korea, defeated by Vietnam when fighting in Vietnam, and two invasions of Latin America ended in shambles. Their army headquarters dared not even fart when blasted by the European Space Agency, encounters with Huang Ban ended inconclusively, and even Hansen became a dog of Cuba.

How can Cuban drug dealers possibly regard them with any respect?

Not to mention, there are more allies rushing towards this beach, with absolute advantages in numbers and weapons.

So when this noisy convoy stormed through the woods, the Sword Saints already ambushed there were stunned.

What's going on here?

Before coming to Cuba, they collected plenty of intelligence which described how ruthless these drug dealers were, how formidable Havana's killers were, and the first batch of players arrived in Cuba prepared for a bloody battle with high-level monsters.

Why does it seem... these people aren't that impressive?

Is this behavior even human?

Could it be a trap?

As Sword Saint hefted the new weapon in his hand, he felt a bit more reassured.

Arnold spotted the convoy in the distance; their four squads were distributed in a pocket formation, ambushing around the trail.

The rocky path used to be a park, with many rocky heaps and jungle, well-suited for ambushes, and the opposite side happened to pass through their encirclement.

"Should we attack?"

"Attack!"

Sword Saint said.

"How else would we attract their attention without attacking?"

He raised the long tube-like weapon in his hand; this thing was a full two meters long and connected to a square box he carried on his back.

It was a plasma launcher designed for Centaur exoskeleton usage that Truth Department found in Netherworld Dog's warehouse. Previously unusable due to lack of ammunition, now supplied by Military Technology, Lin Miao generously provided players with a batch.

But compared to what he drew, this was much inferior, unable to stably store plasma over long periods, with only 72 hours of maintenance possible; it must be used once carried.

"Weren't the Americans supposed to land near the rocky path? Why is there no sound?"

Lieutenant Huey looked at the pitch-black rock jungle, puzzled.

"Could radar have messed up?"

The underlings didn't understand much about high tech; European Community equipment was only operable by their trained technicians.

"Probably not."

Regarding European Community items, Huey held a sacred reverence.

The European Community's resources were always the best in the world; any problem could only be your own fault, a consensus among all third-world countries' people.

Suddenly, he remembered his bionic eye had thermal vision, so he activated it.

The pitch-black world before him abruptly had a faint green filter added, making everything visible in the night sharply clear, and the Sword Saint who just popped out of cover stood there like a ghost.

A towering, burly dark figure wielding a nameless weapon two meters long began to emit eye-blinding radiance under thermal vision, simultaneously shouting out his pre-recorded skill voice with a deafening roar.

"E! X! Calibur!!!!!!"

Scorching plasma poured out like a torrent under the launcher overload.

The plasma, capable of vaporizing steel and stone instantly, was sprayed upon the modified Hummer in the convoy's center. The armed drug dealer manning the machine gun didn't even have time to speak before receiving a faceful of plasma.

His entire being, along with the machine gun and vehicle, melted into a lump of unidentifiable substance mixed with charred black and liquid steel, with some remnants of bionics visible.

Only then did the armed drug dealers, stunned by Sword Saint's roar, react.

"The Americans are right there!"

"Open fire! Hurry, open fire!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

However, the players' reaction speed was far beyond these armed drug dealers, despite the latter possessing slightly better weapons and equipment, and their bionics weren't bad either. Yet, the combat levels and training weren't in the same league.