Prestige

The plaza outside the Tide Prison portal was cordoned off, with seven black armored vehicles parked outside the cordon.

All the spotlights on the roof were turned on, illuminating the entire area as if it were daytime.

John stood at the front of the line, the butt of his M14 on the ground, muzzle pointing upwards.

He was still wearing his Level 6 helmet, and the camera on his goggles was flashing.

Three teams of Level 5 protective gear spread out and stood behind them.

Although these nine people did not have Level 6 protective suits, they were wearing GN heavy helmets and heavy assault vests.

They were all carrying fully modified M4A1s, with the Bald Eagle Association's emblem—a white eagle head—affixed to the side of the guns.

John heard a voice in his headset; it was headquarters testing the signal. He moved his fingers to confirm the microphone was working properly, then continued to stand ramrod straight.

To save face, the bald eagle went all out this time.

Not only did they deploy a large number of personnel and use the highest-level equipment, but they also started a live broadcast throughout the entire process.

If the last time John's team was sent out to broadcast the entire event live was to salvage the stock market which was about to crash.

This operation was purely a show of force to other clubs.

Their goal is clear: to take the top spot in the world's number one club.

Outside the cordon, a large number of reporters and onlookers stood, with cameras mounted on tripods and lenses pointed at the square.

The helicopter continued to circle above the square.

John's first-person perspective live stream is still showing a black screen, but there are currently over a million people watching online, and the number is still rising.

"Here it comes!"

"1.3 million people, brothers!"

"I bought 5,000 yuan worth of Bald Eagle stock, just waiting for this wave."

"Where's the warden? Come out and take your beating!"

"Did you see that video? The warden directly provoked the Bald Eagle Association. In the past, it was the major clubs chasing after and killing the map bosses. I never thought there would be a day when they would be provoked by an NPC."

"The bald eagle is serious this time."

"Has the betting opened yet? I'm betting on how long the warden can hold out."

"Don't ask, the answer is three minutes."

"Three minutes? Who do you think you are? How long did it take John Qingtu last time? This time, all 12 of them are from the Bald Eagle! And they're all wearing five sets!"

"I saw it too that time; the M14 was being compressed like a laser gun."

"How much can the stock price go up? Anyone know?"

"I placed a bet of 20,000, betting that Bald Eagle will survive and kill the warden!"

"The warden is going to be in trouble this time."

"Stop breastfeeding!"

"Does the warden have any backup plans?"

"What backup plan could he possibly have? Making the prison guards crawl on the ground carrying potato mines? Don't laugh, John's team can see through things."

"I bet five hundred dollars that the warden could kill two of them."

"Five hundred dollars down the drain"

"I just want to see the warden die."

John's headset rang, and Anderson's voice came through.

"John, can you hear me?"

John didn't move his lips, but replied via brainwave: "Yes."

"The board of directors is also watching the live stream, so be careful."

Anderson's tone was calm at first glance, but the fact that he added this voice message at the last minute revealed that he was actually very anxious.

He didn't know why, but before, just John and his two companions had killed the warden once.

This time it was still John and his two companions, plus nine veterans in level 5 protective suits as assistance.

He felt completely insecure.

Moreover, last time, he was fighting a desperate battle. At that time, the bald eagle's stock market had fallen to the brink of collapse. If he lost, he himself would face the risk of being captured and experimented on.

This time, although he didn't face as much pressure, he felt even more uneasy.

He always felt that this time it wouldn't be so easy, and there was even a risk of things going wrong.

But he didn't know where this feeling came from, and could only silently comfort himself that it was just his imagination, that he was overthinking things.

But one thing kept popping into his mind: why would a map boss in a dangerous area provoke a club in the player world?

"clear."

John's reply brought him back to reality, and he continued with his instructions.

"You'll be in command of the other three teams. Once they're inside, you must act swiftly and establish a suppressive presence for now!"

"clear."

Anderson didn't say anything more.

The chat was still flooded with comments.

"Has Anderson come out yet?"

"If this operation is another resounding success, he'll probably get promoted again, right?"

"I watched the video of the last meeting. He's still quite young. Is he going to get promoted again?"

"Lucky you!"

Why isn't the live stream open yet?

"I can't wait!"

"I want to see an AWM headshot! Those shots that killed the other operators last time were so cool!"

"Level 6 armor plus hormones, a humanoid Gundam."

What are the current betting odds?

"Bald Eagle to 1.2 odds, Warden to 1.3 odds"

"Holy crap, 1 to 3 odds, I'm betting!"

"Why are you even bothering to rinse? You're just throwing money away."

"What if the warden wins?"

"There's no 'what if'"

"I bet 5,000 Bald Eagles to earn some pocket money."

"Making 1,000 out of 5,000 is good enough."

"Better than funds"

"Funds have plummeted."

"Don't say anymore, it's all tears if you keep talking about it."

The black mist around the portal began to slowly roll, indicating that the Tidal Prison was about to open.

John and the other two walked in an orderly fashion to the portal.

The three teams behind them followed John's team into the portal one by one.

Their movements weren't as synchronized as John's, but they were fast and efficient, without any unnecessary actions.

Anderson was inside an armored vehicle outside the stadium, looking at the square through the glass. He glanced at his watch from time to time, his brow furrowed slightly.

He adjusted his bow tie, then his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

An assistant leaned over and whispered, "The board of directors is asking how long they expect it to take."

Anderson glanced at the portal and said, "Twenty minutes."

The assistant nodded, picked up his phone, and started typing.

"Turn on the live stream."

Anderson's command rang in John's ears, and then the three members of John's team simultaneously tapped their goggles with their right hands.

Then, the screen in the live stream lit up.

The portal was shrouded in black mist, which gradually cleared up.

Tidal Prison is officially open.

Cole and Miles also took a step forward, and the three of them stepped into the portal at the same time.

The three teams behind them had entered the spherical transparent portal in turn.

The live stream screen lit up, and the chat exploded.

"They're in, they're in!"

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!

The image has changed.

"Is this inside a prison?"

"So dark"

Where is the warden?

"have no idea"

"You're squatting down, aren't you?"

"They're definitely squatting."

"Wait for him to show his face."

"AWM is ready"

"One shot to the head"

"Don't rush, take it slow."

"My stocks are counting on you guys."

"My betting odds are counting on you guys."

"Charge, Bald Eagle!"

"The warden who died by the hand"

"To avenge those who came before"

"Avenging oneself"

"Revenge +1"

"Stop spamming the comments, I can't see the screen clearly."

"Turn off the bullet comments for safety."

"No, I want to see."

"Watch and scroll at the same time"

"Fast hand speed means you can do whatever you want."

"I want to swipe too!"

"Let's get started!"

"The Bald Eagle will prevail."

"Victory is certain"

"Victory is certain"