Caution Inspired by Fear

At the same moment Han Che swung his right hand,

Shimada's roar and the sound of gunfire rang out at the same time.

He pulled the trigger hard, emptying all the remaining bullets in the magazine.

But the two heavy shields at the front suddenly snapped shut, and a series of clanging sounds rang out as bullets struck the shields, sending sparks flying.

"Bang! Bang!"

The warden's personal guard stopped the barrage with just two bursts of fire.

The first shot pierced John's right arm, and the rifle slipped from his hand.

Another bullet struck him in the abdomen, the impact causing him to groan and fly backward, crashing to the ground.

John's mind was dulled by the blow. Just as he was about to raise his weapon to fight back, a third rifle bullet struck his thigh, and he fell forward.

Three bullets, and it's all over.

Han Che resumed his slow pace and walked towards John, who was struggling on the ground.

The shield bearers and riflemen maintained their formation and moved in sync.

John lay on the ground, blood gushing from the wound on his right leg, the excruciating pain making his vision blur.

His eyes were fixed, his gaze completely unfocused, yet there was no pain in his expression.

Then Han Che raised his chin, and several guards immediately obeyed the order to drag the three people, who were still hanging on by a thread, away.

In the dimly lit basement of the warden's office, a glaring spotlight shone directly on Shimada, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

He was in a daze for several seconds before the intense pain in his abdomen brought him back to his senses.

He didn't die? He thought that failing the mission would definitely resurrect him outside the portal, but the soreness in his muscles and the intense burning sensation in his abdomen told him that he was still in prison.

He struggled to move his neck, which he could barely move, and saw that John and George were also firmly restrained in their chairs beside him.

They were all groaning in pain.

"Everyone, now that you're all awake, let's get started." The voice came from behind the spotlight, the dazzling light obscuring the person's features, but they were already very familiar with the voice.

"You have five minutes. After five minutes, this place will close, and you will never be able to go back."

Shimada was shocked. The map boss had imprisoned them? And he even knew they would get lost?

"I'll ask you a few questions. If you cooperate well, I'll let you go back." Han Che's voice was calm and even a little gentle.

"Going back is out of the question," Han Che thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. He had already made up his mind.

Interrogating the player will inevitably reveal a lot of information about him to them; the safest course of action is to keep them here indefinitely.

What red-item technologies do you currently possess?

As soon as the question was raised, the three groaning player operators fell silent at the same time. Why?

Why would a map boss or an NPC know so much?

How does he know about the player world, and how does he know that red items can be used to research technology?

For a moment, the basement was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'll wait for you to answer slowly," Han Che said lazily. "But you don't have much time, so you'd better hurry up."

These are all classified information, not only as club trade secrets, but also as national secrets.

The red technology possessed by each club and each country is kept strictly secret, in order to gain a greater advantage in international competition.

Sometimes, the information about red-themed technology items contains a significant information gap.

"A few days ago, I lost a USB drive and a small ornament that I had on my desk. Do you know what they were used for?"

"Operator George, do you know?"

Han Che slowly approached George, walked around him, and went behind him.

"There are only 4 minutes left. Think about everything in your world. Do you really want to risk your life to protect the club's secrets?"

"Is it worth it?" Han Che whispered close to his ear.

George gritted his teeth. He shouldn't have been on this mission; he wasn't in charge of exploring the new map at all.

Just because he helped a female colleague escape harassment from a boss at a previous party, he was berated by the boss in front of almost the entire company, making the boss lose face at the party.

The next day, I was transferred to this team for some inexplicable reason.

He knew perfectly well why he had offended his superiors, and he didn't want to fall into the so-called "kill line" because of such a ridiculous little thing.

He can't die in the real world for the sake of rotten people; he has to go back alive! Once he gets back, he'll never come to that damn dangerous area again!

"I...I said, I know..." George's lips trembled as he spoke, his voice barely audible.

"The USB flash drive, called quantum storage, can be used to determine the approximate direction of extraction points on a map..."

"Anything else?"

"Main battle tank models? I really don't know. Only people from the Dragon Club and Katyusha Club know about that." George panicked and spoke faster. "Please, let me go back. I don't want to get lost."

"Say two more," Han Che then looked at the other two people on the side, "each of you say three, no repeats allowed, and then I'll let you go back."

"I also know, carbon fiber plates! Our club has carbon fiber plates! They've developed level 6 armor!" Shimada, who was standing nearby, immediately interrupted when he heard that he couldn't repeat himself.

Their samurai club didn't have many red items to begin with, and he knew even less. Quantum storage was one of the few he knew about, and if they told him everything, he'd be finished.

"We have that too, damn it!" George yelled, blaming Shimada for interrupting him. "I know that too, Warden, I know that too!"

"This belongs to Shimada, okay?" Han Che said provocatively, a smirk playing on his lips beneath his mask.

"Premium coffee beans! Premium coffee beans! I know, we used them to develop a super bullet! I don't know the type of bullet, but I do know it can completely penetrate level 5 armor!" George shouted.

Han Che silently noted it down; it seemed the United States had already developed the .338 bullet for the AWM.

"Two Georges."

"Me! A medical robot! Our club has now developed a technology that can make surgery extremely minimally invasive, reducing the incision size of procedures that would otherwise carry a high risk of severe bleeding!"

It turns out that these technologies are not only useful in dangerous areas, but also have significance in the player world. This explains why the governments of these countries care so much about these items.

"Cameras can transmit images from dangerous areas back to our world in real time."

"An exquisite mechanical watch capable of detecting the opening and closing times of dangerous areas!"

George and Shimada eagerly spilled out all the information they knew, like beans pouring out.

"My lord, my lord, I've said it all, please let me go! No! Kill me if you want, my lord!" George's tears streamed down his cheeks, washing over the dust on his face, turning his entire face muddy.

"My lord, I've said enough! Kill me, it will satisfy your anger! Please!" Shimada nodded repeatedly, fawning like a lapdog.

"Where's our Captain John? Aren't you planning to go back? Why didn't you say anything?" Han Che teased.

"Gheros..." John looked up, staring at the holes in the mask where the eyes were.

"You wait, I'll be back, I promise!" John's expression wasn't exactly ferocious, but Han Che could see the murderous intent in it.

But how will he get back? He's about to get lost here.

Then, with a cracking sound, John gritted his teeth, his face contorted, his eyes rolled back, and two streams of bloody tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

His muscles twitched violently, and yellowish-white foam gurgled from the corners of his mouth.

"What?!" Han Che hadn't expected this! He actually had poison hidden in his possession?

John was under too much pressure; he just wanted to survive.

He had forgotten what the warden looked like, and whether his troops carried hammers or shields.

But he clearly remembers that fear, and the devastating news that his colleague, who entered with him, was forever imprisoned.

He was afraid, he was terrified!

Fear led him to leave this last line of defense.

Death can keep him alive!