Chapter 76
is stuck.
"Director Anderson, congratulations on killing the warden in front of the Bald Eagle's board executives."
Cooper raised his wine-filled glass to Anderson and said, "Your plan is absolutely flawless; I admire it."
"Hahahaha," Anderson was in a very good mood as he saw the footage of the warden being confirmed dead.
He was so happy that he laughed heartily and drank half a glass of champagne in one gulp.
"Heh, with my setup, how could I possibly lose?"
"The warden's audacity in provoking the Bald Eagle Association is utterly reckless."
"And do you know what?" Anderson asked mysteriously, his expression subtle as he paused for a moment.
"During a previous meeting, I obtained an important piece of information. The Katyusha Club shared their speculation that the warden was afraid of dying."
"Hehehe," he laughed even harder. "Do you know what this means?"
Cooper shook his head vigorously.
Anderson's smile deepened. "That means he'll adopt a conservative tactic, like having the prison guards launch a sneak attack."
"While this may reduce the mortality rate of prison guards, it has a major drawback: it slows down the speed at which information is obtained."
"If it were like other maps, with NPCs evenly distributed throughout the map, they would immediately fire upon encountering a player operator, and other areas would receive the information instantly."
"Because the warden is afraid of dying and sacrificing his men, his tactics are bound to be conservative."
"We took advantage of this, first completely bypassing the ambushing prison guards with our forces, then concentrated them to break through from one side."
Anderson, in high spirits, took another big gulp of champagne.
"Of course, his method of having the prison guards launch a sneak attack was completely countered by our X-ray vision."
"Therefore, he is destined to lose this battle!"
Cooper immediately bowed again to offer a toast, "The manager is brilliant!" He then downed the entire glass of champagne.
Anderson raised an eyelid slightly, glanced sideways at Cooper who was fawning over him, and sneered.
"Hehe, Cooper, don't worry. Although your plan failed last time, I shielded you from the punishment from above."
"If this succeeds, I'll credit you for it."
Upon hearing this, Cooper was immediately filled with gratitude.
"Thank you, supervisor! Thank you so much for your guidance!"
Cooper knew very well that although the last operation was Anderson's plan, it was he who proposed it, meaning he was solely responsible for all the consequences.
The last operation caused such a huge blunder, severely damaging the reputation of the Bald Eagle Association.
If this pot falls on him, a mere assistant manager like him can't handle it.
Fortunately, he made the right bet.
He took the blame last time, and if this operation succeeds, Anderson will be promoted, so there's no reason not to promote him.
From this point on, Cooper would naturally become Anderson's most important confidant.
All success comes down to choice, Cooper thought.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."
Just then, the tablet computer that Anderson had placed aside to watch the live stream started displaying static.
"Huh??" Noticing this, Anderson picked up the tablet and patted the back.
"What's wrong? Is the network stuck?"
As he watched Anderson shake and tap the tablet computer, Cooper felt a growing unease.
Finally, he immediately took out his phone and opened John's first-person perspective live stream, which also showed a static screen.
He was trying to reassure himself that perhaps the network fluctuations were causing their mobile devices to lose signal.
But on the live stream screen with its static-filled display, the comments were still scrolling.
"Is my phone stuck?"
"Is it stuck?"
"Don't yell if it's lagging, I'm not lagging!"
"The banana phone doesn't lag, so don't bother calling me, other phones!"
A barrage of comments saying "It's lagging" scrolled by, proving that all viewers were experiencing signal reception problems at the same time, while the network itself was functioning normally.
A bead of cold sweat slid down Cooper's forehead.
Then, the communication phone inside the armored vehicle rang.
Anderson grabbed the microphone,
"Feed?"
"Yes! It is me, it is Anderson!"
"What?"
"What do you mean by the brain-computer interface being interrupted?!" Anderson slapped his thigh and jumped up from his seat.
The glass, still half full of champagne, was smashed on the ground and shattered into pieces, scattering everywhere.
Upon hearing this, Cooper immediately recalled the unidentified electromagnetic pulse that John's team had encountered during their previous operation.
He immediately sensed something was wrong and his body trembled like a leaf.
"Has the signal been completely lost?"
"Connect! Reconnect immediately!"
"No! Even inside the prison, you have to keep me connected!" Anderson yelled into the microphone, spitting everywhere.
He didn't understand. The warden's death on camera had been confirmed, so where did the unknown electromagnetic pulse come from?
But the various anomalies made him increasingly uneasy.
"What about the data packet the board gave us last time? Reconnect using the enhanced system within that data packet!!"
"Who cares about overload now? Restoring the signal to normal is the top priority. Listen to my command, reconnect! At any cost."
Then the sound from the other end of the line stopped, and Anderson slammed the microphone back onto the phone.
He glared around fiercely, looking for something to vent his anger on.
Just then, I saw Cooper cowering and trembling to the side.
"You fucking better be shrewd! The warden is already dead!"
Anderson pointed at Cooper's nose and yelled.
"Can you calm down? Act like a manager!"
"How can I trust you with the managerial position if you're like this?"
Anderson's voice was loud as he accused Cooper of weakness.
But he knew better than anyone that he was the one in the most urgent situation right now.
Why did this happen?
The warden is dead! Dead! Dead!
"Ughhhhhh!! FXXK!"
……
"Run! Run!"
Countless bullets burst from the Gatling gun's muzzle.
The Bald Eagle agents screamed and fled in panic.
At this critical juncture, there's no longer any distinction between formations and tactics, or positions 1, 2, and 3.
Whoever runs the slowest gets to be in the front row.
Fortunately, they were all level 5 or 6 armor.
Most of them endured a burst of bullets, their armor shredded, and they were nearly killed, but they still managed to escape behind the door.
Two of the slower operators had their legs shattered during their escape.
He crawled forward on his hands and knees, using his arms to support himself, crying out, "Help! Help me! Pull me up! Pull me up!"
The two men crawled and shouted, but no one reached out to help them.
Even as they crawled on the ground, they would pull each other backward with their hands, trying to get the other behind them to buy themselves some time to escape.
But the enormous metallic stomping sound, along with the sticky, fleshy noise clinging to his feet, grew closer and closer.
Finally, Dayong crushed their heads.
They drove all the way to the entrance of the elevator shaft platform.