Pedicure

It's too quiet.

John was in the middle of the group, serving as the commander.

All three members of the White Eagles were wearing level 5 armor, and the ceramic inserts pressed heavily against their chests.

He was armed with fully modified M4A1 assault rifles, complete with all the accessories, and the laser sights cut three green lines in the dim prison.

Steadily advance towards the core area.

"The medical laboratory area is just ahead."

"Let's go, let's hack the computer over there first," John said in a deep voice.

The combat boots crunched softly as they stepped through the puddles.

"We still haven't seen a single NPC along the way."

"So far, it's consistent with the intelligence."

They haven't seen a single prison guard since they were teleported in.

Sometimes you can see shell casings on the ground, and there are scattered bullet holes on the walls, proving that a battle did take place, but there is no one here.

This feeling is the most unsettling.

The only sounds were their own footsteps and the low rumble of wind in some of the prison's pipes.

They arrived at the first floor of the medical laboratory.

"We've arrived!" The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, because the area was not open and there was no risk of distant enemies suddenly appearing.

Moreover, they were constantly on the move, their nerves on edge, fearing that, like their explorers had done before, they would be instantly killed by some NPC that suddenly appeared.

"Now that we've gotten this far, we're halfway there! Let's loot the supplies on the first floor first."

The three men put away their rifles and stretched their stiff shoulders and sore arms.

This is just a small room, but the supply points are relatively close together.

So far, the three members of the Bald Eagle Association are extremely disciplined and haven't eaten a single bite!

"Captain, I didn't search much on the first floor. What do you think of the second floor?" Hank, the team's third position player, asked John.

"Eat up, eat up." John laughed and scolded, "I know you too well! And don't forget to crack the computer while you're at it, we'll go pull the plug later."

"Yes, sir!"

The number three saluted and scurried upstairs to the second floor, while John smiled and shook his head helplessly.

"Was the door closed in the live replay?" Hank noticed that the door was closed.

Fortunately, the electric door opens automatically with a gentle press.

Hank probably couldn't believe his eyes then.

As soon as the door opened, a prison guard was lying prone right in the middle of the doorway, without any cover whatsoever!

"Rat-a-tat-tat" gunshots rang out, followed by Hank's screams, and then two more gunshots.

John trembled with fear the moment he heard the gunshot, and immediately ran upstairs.

A man in a prison guard uniform fell from the second floor, tumbled down the stairs to the bottom, and lay motionless on the ground. He was holding a bare Bison submachine gun.

No other enemies appeared.

Hank was seen lying curled up in a pool of blood, clutching his leg, screaming in agony.

Beside him stood a prison guard named Hafk who had already been killed.

"What happened!" John lay on the ground, looking at Hank, who was injured and screaming.

He experienced severe pain in both legs, muscle spasms, and continuous bleeding.

His level 5 armor was intact. The bullets all hit his legs and ankles, where there was no protection.

John told another teammate to immediately get out the surgical kit, hemostatic bandages, and first-aid kit.

Unlike the explorers, these medicines were all quite expensive, so the cannon fodder who were sacrificed were not given these supplies.

The two immediately worked together to stop the bleeding and treat Hank, who gritted his teeth and used a first-aid kit.

He pulled a splint from his surgical kit, slapped it onto his calf, and clamped the splint onto the fractured part.

Then administer an emergency injection and take a painkiller.

Only then did Hank recover from the excruciating pain, sitting on the ground drenched in sweat.

"What exactly happened?" Seeing that Hank had regained his ability to communicate, John was still most concerned about how things had occurred. "Where did the prison guards come from?"

"How did he know we came in?" John examined the prison guard's body. There was no walkie-talkie, no headset.

There wasn't even any armor!

He wore a plain dark blue uniform, and even his gun was the cheapest bare Bison!

"He didn't come in; he's been waiting here the whole time."

John's pupils contracted, as if he had heard extremely bad news.

"Wait for what? Wait for us to come and pull the plug?" John muttered.

"As soon as I entered, I found him lying in the middle, gun pointed directly at the door. He didn't say a word before he fired."

"Luckily, I reacted quickly and shot him dead immediately, otherwise I might have been ambushed and killed."

"He didn't hit the head armor at all, he shot the legs the whole time!" John's voice was muffled.

He never expected that with such good equipment and after being on guard for so long, he would not encounter the warden, but instead had one of his team members crippled by the prison guards.

"Can you still walk? Do you need us to help you?" John asked softly.

Hank was genuinely terrified. "Yes! I can walk! I can fight, it's no problem at all!"

"That's good. Take a break, I'll go decipher it, and get ready to cut off the power!"

"yes!"

Watching John walk away with his back turned, Hank felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that if he became the one who dragged him down, John would definitely shoot him dead.

Moreover, the Bald Eagle Association's losses will be attributed to him afterwards.

With interest compounding, it will never be able to pay off!

He has no choice now; he must follow John's lead. He has a family and children, and he absolutely cannot fall into the line of death!

He gritted his teeth, and his numb legs no longer ached, or even felt anything. It didn't matter; he could walk slowly, but he could still walk! He wanted to prove that he wasn't holding everyone back!

The announcement rang out from the prison.

The pipeline control system has been hacked; the pipeline gates can now be opened.

"Huh? They're going to shut down and evacuate so soon?" Han Che looked up and heard the broadcast announcement.

"I wonder if they found the surprise they left over there?"

"Shi Ding, Shi Lei, let's go to the administrative district and see what they're up to!"

"Your Excellency Warden, there are prison guards lying in ambush over there."

"That's right, brothers, we can cripple them and break their mentality, but the chances of eliminating them outright are not high."

"After all, they are an elite force, and their target is me. It would be a real shame if they didn't even see me."

Han Che sneered and led two personal guards and shieldmen to the power switch point.

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"FxxK!"

"Are these prison guards crazy?! Are they crazy?!"

"Damn it, I'm going to kill them!"

As they emerged from the medical lab, another teammate was ambushed, shot in the leg in the same manner.

When John and Hank were carrying the wounded to another location for treatment, they didn't expect that there was another person squatting behind the box, who injured Hank again after he had just been treated.

John was furious!

This place, this prison, such a big place, there might be a motionless prison guard hiding in every corner.

If they only inflict leg armor but not the armor itself, then what's the point of us carrying such heavy armor and wearing such heavy armor?!

And those two are completely useless, they don't even bother to check anything!

It will hold you back!

"You two stay in this room, and you're not allowed to go anywhere! Treat each other! I'm going to pull the power!"

John, rifle in hand, strode toward the checkpoint, peeking and marking the locations where people might be hiding along the way.

"These useless idiots! Nothing happened!"

John was cursing inwardly, cursing the two good-for-nothings, the map, and the bunch of stupid prison guards.

Reach both hands towards the switch, pull down together...

"Whoosh..." The sound of a zipline rang out as a prison guard slid up the zipline from the gatehouse.

He swept his leg repeatedly!

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