Super Aiming Deployed

After the ambush plan failed, Vasily realized something was wrong the moment he made eye contact with the man and wanted to escape immediately.

But the other side fired first.

The M14 bullet pierced through the narrow gap at the edge of the washing machine and precisely entered Vasily's right eye.

Vasily's head slammed against the metal pipe behind him with a dull thud, and then he collapsed.

In just one encounter, within half a minute, both team members were instantly eliminated.

Alexei felt his blood run cold; he leaned against the wall, his heart pounding.

He heard heavy footsteps approaching, neither hurried nor slow, the three of them still moving in sync.

Without any verbal or physical communication, the three Bald Eagles dispersed and surrounded Alexei behind his bunker.

Alexei took a deep breath, pulled the pin on the only fragmentation grenade he had, held it in his hand, delayed for two seconds, and then rolled along the ground in the direction of the nearest footsteps.

He lunged in the opposite direction at the same time.

The grenade rolled right to the feet of the Bald Eagle team member and exploded with a loud "boom!" Shrapnel and shockwaves raged in the confined space.

Alexei fell to the ground, then immediately rolled over and looked back.

Amidst the smoke and dust of the explosion, the tall, black figure knelt on the ground.

The explosion at such close range only caused a few dents and cracks in his armor.

Alexei immediately raised his gun and fired continuously.

Bullets sparked as they struck the opponent's chest armor, but it was clear that even his black armor had its limits! There was hope!

With a click, a magazine was emptied, but the other person had already adjusted their posture and slowly stood up.

Just as Alexei pulled a brand new magazine from his ammunition pouch and was about to load it, the enemy had already rushed up to him.

"Clang clang clang clang clang!!"

The sound of M14 gunfire echoed in the laundry room. As the echoes faded, only the monotonous spinning of the washing machine drum remained.

The three Bald Eagles team members stood still, like three black statues.

The faint light on their goggles flickered a few times in sync, indicating some kind of data exchange.

From the start to the end of the battle, the three of them did not exchange a single word.

"Mission objective: Eliminate 3 player teams. Mission accomplished!"

"Next task: Clear out all NPCs from the prison!"

"Initiate replenishment, booster injection!"

The three people stood there and started injecting various colored needles into their chests again.

……

"My God! Did you see that? Those three are ruthless! They wiped out all the remaining players in no time!"

"Those players had absolutely no chance to fight back! They were kicked to death like dogs on the street!!"

The Bald Eagle Association's first-person perspective live stream reached an unprecedented peak in popularity.

The live chat was in an uproar, with messages flooding the screen!

The audience was amazed by the excellent equipment and formidable fighting power of the three Bald Eagles today.

"Their weapons and armor are incredible! They're on a completely different level compared to other players' equipment!"

"Their teamwork and execution were excellent; their synchronized movements, aiming, and positioning were all perfect!"

"Those stat-obsessed idiots think they're so skilled! With that kind of armor, a grenade at point-blank range won't kill them, what kind of skill do they need?!"

Meanwhile, the attention of analysts at various clubs was drawn to aspects other than equipment.

"How did they know the exact locations of the other teams?"

"The shot that killed Igor was clearly fired preemptively by the guy with the AWM, who knew Igor was going to peek out!"

"From equipment and weapons to team communication and information prediction, we completely overwhelmed them!"

Whether they relied on numbers or technology, the fact that Bald Eagle crushed the three teams of players was enough to change his public image, and their stock market performance was quietly recovering.

This is exactly what the leaders of the Bald Eagle Society want to see most, but the stock market is only rebounding in a small part right now, for a simple reason... they haven't defeated the warden yet.

……

John glanced around the prison again, and then red squares appeared in the view through his goggles.

"action!"

The three immediately headed to the elevator shaft, took a zipline to the top of the shaft, where there were three red frames on the wall high up in the elevator shaft.

"Location confirmed." Then, the three men simultaneously took out grenades from their ammunition racks, pulled out the pins, and after a few seconds, the three grenades detonated in the air at three recesses in the walls.

The red frame disappeared from John's goggles; "Kill complete, next group."

The three-man Bald Eagle team was like a pack of hunting dogs, searching for any lone NPCs in the prison. Even if a prison guard was hiding in a corner cell, they would be found immediately.

"The rest are in the administrative district, where the warden and his personal guard are also located."

John led the group into the medical area, and after unlocking the power switch, a voice message sounded.

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

"They're finally here." Han Che was waiting for the players to appear in the room outside the gate, but today was strange; after waiting for so long, there was still no movement from the core area.

A few sporadic gunshots and explosions could be heard from the outside, but no more information could be gathered.

Three days ago, the Bald Eagle Society held a press conference announcing a fierce attack, and Han Che waited here specifically for that.

Now we can finally hear some noise; they're coming to shut off the power.

dong dong dong...

The heavy footsteps drew closer, descending from the circular corridor of the administrative area to the first floor, the sound of footsteps echoing as they approached the power switch.

Just wait until the players enter the narrow space of the gate and have nowhere to hide!

"Someone has activated the power switch for the pipeline gate; the escape window is open. Confirm the location of the rendezvous point!"

A voice announcement played after the power was switched off: "Now!"

The warden's personal guard and the warden emerged from their hiding room to surround and eliminate the players inside the gatehouse.

But just as he stepped out the door,

Da da da da!

Two M14s fired fiercely, directly covering the doorway of the room they were leaving!

"What!" Han Che was shocked. One of them went to the gatehouse to pull the switch, but the other two actually blocked the whole room?

Fortunately, the formation had Shi Ding and Shi Lei, two shield bearers, at the very front, their riot shields clanging as they blocked the vast majority of the bullets.

Even so, the two were still forced back by the enormous impact.

They were pushed back into the small room, and then two grenades and a Molotov cocktail were thrown over the shield bearers' heads and exploded inside the room!

Boom! Boom!

The flames from the incendiary bomb spread throughout the small room, engulfing the ground in flames, leaving nowhere to hide.

Han Che was so shocked by the explosion that his vision went white and his ears were ringing, but he managed to withstand it thanks to his level 5 armor and high health.

The shield bearers absorbed some of the impact with their shields, but the three rifle guards were not so lucky and were killed on the spot.

There's no way out now; the entrance is still being held up.

Fortunately, as planned, once the fighting started, the remaining prison guards who were lying in ambush around the area attacked from all sides of the circular corridor.

Upon hearing the noise, the prison guards immediately sprang into action.

The bald eagles, however, seemed completely unsurprised by their appearance!

Cole raised the muzzle of his M14 and pointed it at the prison guards on the second-floor railing, whose heads were the only visible part of their bodies. He then gently pressed the side of his goggles.

Then a notification sound rang out, audible only to his ears: "Super Aim Deployed."

With a flick of his finger, he pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun casually swept around the second floor, and more than a dozen prison guards fell like wheat being harvested.