Declaration of War

Han Che slowly crouched down and grabbed the head of the sniper who was curled up on the ground.

Pull his head up to eye level.

"Why did you only send in these worthless scoundrels today?" The voice behind the white mask was deep and cold.

The sniper's face contorted in pain, and he managed to groan in agony.

Han Che suddenly grabbed the sniper's throat, his five fingers gradually tightening their grip.

A tiny airflow passes through the throat, producing a gurgling sound.

The sniper's hands struggled instinctively, but he couldn't break free from the warden's iron grip.

"Remember, go back and tell your people to bring those brain-computer interface teams here."

"Repeat that!"

The sniper's face was as red as a pig's liver, and he could only make "uh...uh...clunk..." sounds.

Seeing this, Han Che released his grip on his throat.

"Ugh...cough cough cough! I...I remember, call...call John and his team in."

Han Che nodded in satisfaction, then turned his palm into a fist and punched him in the throat, shattering his trachea and the entire neck together.

The sniper's body fell to the ground at a twisted angle and died instantly.

……

The sniper felt a sharp pain, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the plaza outside the teleportation portal.

Two or three burly men dressed in all black immediately covered his head with a black cloth bag, dragged him away from the square, and shoved him into a car after he came out.

"No, don't do this!"

"I'm an agent of the Bald Eagle Association! You can't treat me like this! I have important intelligence to report!"

The sniper was terrified. He had barely escaped the terrifying Tide Prison, only to be captured by this group of inexplicable men in black.

"Calm down, tell me what happened to you in prison?"

The sniper's hood was removed, and sitting opposite him was Cooper, the assistant supervisor he knew well.

"Cooper, it's you, Cooper!" the sniper exclaimed excitedly upon seeing someone he recognized.

But when he saw the anxiety and seriousness on Cooper's face, his heart skipped a beat.

What on earth is going on?

A few minutes ago,

Outside the portal in the dangerous area of ​​the prison map, the six independent operators who entered the prison this time were resurrected one after another outside the portal.

This immediately caught the attention of reporters and online viewers.

It was so fast that they appeared outside the portal just minutes after they went inside.

Moreover, all six of them appeared tense, fearful, and uneasy.

As soon as they stepped out of the portal, they immediately fled in all directions, escaping the plaza.

These reporters, of course, wouldn't miss such an unusual scene. Several reporters immediately surrounded the group and began interviewing them.

"Warrior! I've met the warden!"

"That's terrifying! That's terrifying!"

These scattered individuals suffered a tremendous psychological blow and were all in a state of extreme fear.

"He appeared before us like a ghost, and knocked us all down in no time," one of the wandering warriors said, his voice trembling and his expression tense.

"At first I thought he would kill us, and at that time I was thinking of fighting to the death."

"Who would have thought that he would break our limbs, not only not kill us, but also communicate with us."

At this point, the man's pupils contracted sharply, his body curled up, and he gripped his shoulders tightly with both hands.

"I saw it, I saw it, those murderous eyes beneath the warden's mask."

"He said he wanted us to do something for him, or he would keep us in Tide Prison forever."

"One thing?" the reporters immediately pressed.

"He wants us to tell the Bald Eagle Society not to send these useless bastards to his territory. Tomorrow he'll reopen Tidal Prison and send those brainwashed operatives in to die."

"Otherwise, he would let every Bald Eagle operator get lost in the Tidal Prison."

Upon hearing this, all the reporters present couldn't help but gasp.

This was the first time they had encountered such a situation: the map boss in the danger zone was openly challenging the top club in the player world.

Such a situation was unheard of before, and some people even thought that map bosses or NPCs were not intelligent and could not communicate.

Now, the Warden, the map boss of Tide Prison, has begun to openly provoke the Bald Eagle Association.

Or rather, a declaration of war!

In an instant, a huge uproar swept through the player world and the entire internet world.

The Bald Eagle Society has once again been thrust into the spotlight.

Meanwhile, the stock price, which is of utmost concern to the Bald Eagle Association, has once again become unstable, fluctuating wildly.

Some believe the warden will severely damage the Bald Eagle Society, putting them in a huge crisis.

Others believe that John, Cole, and Miles of the Bald Eagle Society are fully capable of breaking through Tide Prison and that arrogant warden.

The most panicked person right now is none other than Anderson, the manager who has been urgently asked to report to the company's upper management.

Inside the Bald Eagle Society's conference room, Director Anderson stood below the stage, while several holographic screens projected images of the Bald Eagle Society's top executives from its headquarters.

"Anderson, what kind of shitty arrangement did you make this time?" one of the slightly chubby holographic figures roared.

"Why send so many poorly equipped and low-skilled operators into Tidal Prison?"

"And you're bringing so many freeloaders along? Are you guys desperate for money?"

Another chairman chimed in, "Now that the other major clubs are afraid to participate in the prison map operation, it's the perfect opportunity for us."

"How could you send these people? Are you just handing over our monopoly on prison maps like this?"

Anderson kept his head down, not daring to look anyone in the eye, not even daring to breathe, let alone offer any explanation.

The board members on stage were all berating him, and he could only listen obediently, hoping that they wouldn't take him away for brain-computer interface experiments.

After some time, the board members seemed to have run out of steam, and the meeting room gradually quieted down.

"Anderson, tomorrow I'll get John's team, with the best equipment, to kill the warden, and then repeatedly compile his corpse."

"We must show everyone our dominance, everyone!"

"Yes, yes, Chairman. I... I will certainly do it," Anderson replied tremblingly.

Subsequently, the holographic figures of the board members gradually disappeared.

Just when Anderson thought the ordeal was over for the time being and was about to catch his breath,

In the center of the front of the conference room, a figure with no discernible features reappeared.

Anderson thought it was some chairman, but he hadn't finished speaking.

He quickly bowed his head again, greeting them with utmost respect.

"Anderson," the voice was flat, seemingly devoid of any emotion, "how's the brain-computer interface going?"

Anderson's shoulders jerked; he recognized the source of the voice.

That was the big shot at the company headquarters who provided him with all the technical support. His true identity was probably unknown not only to Anderson, but also to very few people on the board of directors.

"My lord!" Anderson said, his voice trembling as he tried to suppress his fear and unease.

"John, Cole, and Miles were interfered with by an unknown electromagnetic pulse during their last mission."

"The brain-computer interface may still be in an overheated state."

"Cooper's assistant suggested that this was the last resort in this operation, in order to ensure its stable operation."

The voice of the dark figure on the stage said calmly, "I will send you a data package in a moment and load it onto the brains of John and the other two."

"It can restore John and his team's brains to their optimal state. Tomorrow's operation will be led by John and his team, with three full-strength Bald Eagle squads as their deputies."

Anderson frowned, but dared not utter any rebuttal.

He wondered to himself, "Do we really need to send out so many full-strength troops?"

"Remember, make sure that John and the other two use their full mental processing power when they fight the warden, no matter what."

"Regardless of whether the Bald Eagles successfully killed the warden in the aftermath of this incident..."

"Brain-computer interface research will enter the next stage."

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