Halftime Champagne

"This... he's dead?" Anderson, sitting inside the armored vehicle, watched the warden being killed via live stream.

At that moment, he was neither relieved nor shocked.

It just felt bland, like the grand finale was just rice...

His mind went blank for a few seconds, then he shook his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Heh heh heh, Anderson, Anderson, what are you expecting?"

"Wasn't it a good thing that the warden was killed so easily?"

"You're not actually expecting the warden to take on 12 of us and wipe us out, are you? What good would that do me?"

Anderson then slumped back in his seat, crossed his legs high, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled.

"Ah..." He immediately felt much more relaxed. He opened the live chat and was in the mood to see how the viewers were reacting.

Has it shown everyone the power of the bald eagle?

"Huh? He's dead already?"

"No, isn't this just a roadside stall?"

"Huh? This is so boring! Give me my money back!"

"Refund!"

"Refund? Refund what? The betting platform has already settled the accounts."

"Yeah, yeah, the warden is dead, sigh, they won't make much money anyway, everyone's betting on the bald eagle to win."

"Even a mosquito's leg is meat. Even so, the warden still killed two."

"That's true, killing two of them is quite impressive."

Anderson pursed his lips. Sure enough, it wasn't all good that the enemy hadn't shown his deterrent power.

This doesn't demonstrate the Bald Eagle Association's terrifying strength.

Forget it, it involves my own achievements. As long as I win, it doesn't matter what happens. Now I just wait for them to successfully escape from the prison, and then I can get promoted and make a fortune.

Thinking of this, Anderson couldn't help but smile.

"Assistant," Anderson called to his assistant, Cooper, who rushed over immediately.

"Haha, Cooper, don't worry, we've already won."

"Bring me that bottle of champagne I've been saving; let's have a proper celebration."

......

After confirming the warden's death, John and his two companions announced in the voice channel, "The warden has been successfully killed."

Subsequently, the first and second squads also converged in the direction where John was.

"Ten people remain, two of whom have been killed." Anderson counted the number of people.

The third squad leader stood to the side, silent.

"Now we'll begin looting the warden's belongings."

John crouched down beside the warden, and the moment his hand touched the body, he realized something was wrong.

"Hmm?" John asked, sounding puzzled.

"What's wrong? Isn't this the warden?"

"No, I'm pretty sure, this is the warden."

John was familiar with the feeling because he had faced the warden at close range before.

This is definitely the warden himself.

only……

"The warden was not wearing any protective gear."

"What do you mean?"

"That means he's headless and armorless." John picked up the Ash-12 that had fallen to the side.

"This is the only gun we have."

"What...what does this prove?" one of the team members asked.

John didn't know what this meant either, and he and his two other teammates conducted data analysis via brain-computer interface.

However, they could not find any reason why the warden did this.

Release the water?

What's in it for him?

For a moment, no one spoke, and the prison fell into an eerie silence once again.

……

As the M14 gunfire roared behind him, countless bloody holes were instantly riddled with bullets in Han Che's back.

Han Che felt his body sink and crash heavily to the ground, then his perspective shifted to a third-person view and drifted to the sky.

[Host, you have been killed]

"I know."

Han Che stared at his own corpse, the blood flowing slowly beneath him, gradually spreading.

John fired several more shots into his head.

Then the remaining 10 Bald Eagle operators all approached.

John picked up his weapon.

Han Che's lips curled slightly; that was about it.

"System, I want to be resurrected."

[Resurrection requires 30 Haf coins from your personal account]

"Confirm payment".

[Payment successful. Your personal account has 576 million remaining.]

[Your revival is in progress, please prepare.]

Instantly, Han Che felt his gaze sink rapidly, as if he were being re-integrated into the warden's body.

Then...

The warden suddenly raised his hand, his red glove gripping John's Ash-12 tightly.

The sudden change caught everyone off guard.

The warden reached into the inside pocket of his black trench coat, his white mask held high towards the sky above the elevator shaft.

John didn't understand what was happening, but his intuition told him that something bad was going to happen.

He immediately abandoned the fight for the Ash-12 and pulled out his M14 again to prepare to fire.

But the warden suddenly pulled his hand out of his inner pocket and slammed it to the ground.

An invisible electromagnetic wave rippled outwards from Han Che in an instant.

A massive electrical surge coursed through the brains of John, Cole, and Miles.

A sudden, intense electric pain shot through their bodies, and their vision turned into a static screen.

As for the other ordinary Bald Eagle operators, all their electronic devices malfunctioned, and their weapon aiming systems and laser pointers were all out of order.

Taking advantage of everyone's distraction by the electromagnetic shock, Han Che looked up and shouted.

"Dayong!! Now!!!"

Then all the Bald Eagle agents felt the ground shake violently, and the sound of metal colliding violently came from above, getting closer and closer, and faster and faster.

Countless dust particles swished down from the cracks.

The three Squad 1 operators responsible for setting up positions for the sniper above looked tense.

"Something's coming! Quick! Quick! Get ready and aim!!" the captain of Squad 1 shouted hysterically.

At this moment, all the operators immediately used their rifles, which had no crosshairs or laser pointers, to aim at the metallic clanging sound overhead.

Clang! Clang clang clang! Clang clang clang clang!

A dark figure rose into the air from the platform at the top of the elevator shaft.

"Fire!!"

The moment the shadowy figure appeared, all the bullets whistled out.

What reached their ears, however, was the clanging sound of metal striking metal.

In an instant, the enormous figure plummeted straight down.

Boom!

A loud bang echoed as it struck the warden from behind, kicking up dust.

Two Bald Eagle agents surrounding the warden were instantly trampled into mincemeat.

Blood, flesh, bones, and internal organs were splattered all over the ground.

The operative closest to him was so terrified that he screamed at the top of his lungs.

He hadn't aimed the rifle at all; the trigger was pressed down firmly on his hand.

The ridiculous 5.56 bullets hit Da Yong and couldn't even scratch his medium armor.

Everyone was so shocked by what they saw that they were speechless.

As the dust settled, the hum of the Gatling gun's cylinder warming up could be heard.

"Run!"

Only then did John finally realize that one of the three signal sources above his head was not a sniper.

And damn it, he's a machine gunner!!

Who would deploy machine gunners tens of meters in the air?

Damn machine gunners!

He fell from a height of tens of meters, crushing the two agents into a bloody pulp!

At such close range, bullets hitting him only left tiny scratches and sparks.

Da da da da da da da da!

The Gatling gun's bullets whistled through the dust, sweeping across every inch of the elevator shaft platform.

The terrified agents then realized that their bullets were completely ineffective against this steel behemoth.

Only then did he flee in panic amidst the hail of bullets.

"Retreat! Retreat now! Back the way we came! Run!"

The communication system had been destroyed by the EMP, and John could only try to drown out the roar of the Gatling gun with his voice.

Unfortunately, in such narrow terrain, machine gun bullets could easily cover everyone.

They could only pray that their level 5 armor was tough enough to withstand a volley of bullets and get to cover behind the door.

Han Che stood up and wiped the blood off his mask with his gloves.

Now, the balance of power has shifted!