The Final Moment

"Damn it! How the hell did you guys fight like that?"

The first two members of Team Three emerged from the portal.

Anderson didn't see anything wrong with it. Even losing two sets of five suits and two fully modified M4A1 assault rifles was an acceptable "cost" in the plan to kill the warden.

After the sudden loss of both the live broadcast and the brain-computer interface signal.

Four more operators were killed in a very short time and respawned outside the portal.

At this point, Anderson finally couldn't sit still any longer.

They were summoned to their armored vehicle for questioning, and their accounts were used to find out what was happening inside the prison.

"What do you mean by the warden coming back to life?"

"What do you mean by a sniper turning into a machine gunner, jumping down from dozens of meters in the air and stomping you both to death?"

"What do you mean you two got your legs broken and your teammates didn't come to your rescue?"

The resurrected operators are all in unstable mental states, and what they say is even more outrageous.

Anderson didn't know which one to believe and which one not to believe.

John's team then activated the overload system, forcibly connecting to the brain-computer interface and simultaneously reconnecting the live streaming system.

Anderson finally understood his current predicament.

His proud Sixth and Fifth Sets Joint Squads were being whipped around like tops by the warden.

It is drawn from the administrative district to the elevator shaft, and then drawn back from the elevator shaft to the administrative district.

They ran to the delayed evacuation point, only to be pulled back by rocket soldiers who had been lying in ambush.

Running around everywhere, the battle damage was completely wiped out.

When the rocket exploded among the remaining six people, Anderson felt a chill run down his spine.

He was practically praying to God that John and the other six men would not jump into the water.

Otherwise, the warden would have beaten him to death.

Fortunately, John was still clear-headed and managed to pull the evacuation valve at the last moment.

Anderson no longer seeks to kill the warden; he considers the mission a barely successful one as long as the six of them manage to escape.

At the very least, they will definitely not be punished.

But when the prison guards who had already died stood up on the second and third floors of the cell and opened fire on his last remaining troops.

Anderson's anxiety finally subsided.

"Please, please!" Anderson blasted the others out of the armored vehicle, leaving himself alone inside, practically kneeling on the ground, watching the live stream on his phone screen.

"Please, just let John and the other two get out..."

"No, no! I don't care about anyone else! As long as John comes out, that's all that matters!"

His whole body was trembling uncontrollably, his eyes bulged out, turned scarlet, and were covered with blood vessels.

His blond hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his lips were pale and bloodless.

Only Anderson knew the true value of all the equipment carried by the 12 men in this operation.

Moreover, those three latest brain-computer interfaces were specially approved by the company's headquarters board of directors.

Anderson never considered the possibility that their equipment might prevent them from evacuating, so he didn't equip their molars with any suicide poison.

Because regardless of whether the three of them are lost or not, as long as these three brain-computer interfaces are lost in the danger zone, Anderson will definitely not have a good ending.

Especially John's one, which was personally modified by that mysterious person on the board of directors!

Anderson also hoped that John would use his brain-computer interface overload ability multiple times during the operation to collect enough brain-computer interface usage information for that person.

Perhaps that lord will protect him from death.

"Please, please, as long as John can get out..." He watched as John and the other two unleashed their overload abilities once again, braving a hail of bullets and battered and bruised, as they rushed into the cell evacuation point.

As he watched the countdown on the screen, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

……

"Hold on...hold on!" Cole shouted with his last ounce of strength as he fired at the door from behind a wooden crate bunker at the cell evacuation point.

The three of them blocked the small doorway from three directions, blood gushing from their bodies.

John's eyes were glazed over, completely controlled by his brain, as he randomly pulled the trigger at the door.

Unable to react or speak.

Fortunately, their M14s with large drum magazines were powerful enough that no NPC could rush into the extraction point for a while.

"Two minutes left, hang in there!"

The heart-pounding music grew louder and louder. John used his X-ray vision to scan outside the door, which was covered with countless red dots.

He had lost count of how many red dots there were, and he couldn't tell them apart.

All of that was meaningless now. He only had one thing on his mind: whoever showed up, he would attack. As long as they suppressed the other side, they would still have a chance to escape.

Suddenly, two shield soldiers jumped out from the left and right sides of the prison evacuation point.

Holding riot shields, they slowly advanced.

"Fire! Concentrate your fire!" Only Cole could still shout. "Concentrate on the observation windows and fire!"

The three M14s were firing fiercely, their bullets striking the shield and sending up a continuous stream of sparks.

Maintaining the shield from being knocked away by the impact of bullets already requires all of one's strength, let alone moving forward.

Simply passively taking hits and unable to advance the battle line, Da Yong ran between two shield soldiers.

He got into position, and the Gatling gun barrel in his hand began to spin, the buzzing gradually becoming more and more piercing.

"Machine gunner! The machine gunner's back to life!" Miles roared, his eyes blazing with fury. "Shoot his helmet! Shoot his helmet!"

There were only three gun lines in total. We had to suppress two shield soldiers and concentrate firepower to hit the machine gunners' heads.

Even with brain-computer interface assistance, it is difficult to achieve the best coordination.

The three men actually pushed the battle line forward, gradually moving from the entrance into the prison cell.

The Gatling gun was ready to fire, and bullets whistled out. This time, it was even harder for John and his two companions to maintain their firing line.

"No! They're coming in! They're coming in!" Cole practically screamed.

He checked the time; there were only 30 seconds left.

Only 30 seconds left!

If we can just hold on for these last 30 seconds, we can get out! Hold on! We must hold on!

But these three steel lumps, braving the hail of bullets, moved in step by step.

What to do? What to do?

If they push any further in, we won't be able to hold on!

At that moment, John, who was standing at the very back and had lost his senses, slowly took a bottle out of his magazine.

Pull out the safety pin and throw it with all your might.

Whoohoo! !

A raging fire exploded in the middle of the entrance to the prison evacuation point.

Within the confined space, flames covered the entire area, leaving no blind spots.

In an instant, Shi Ding, Shi Lei, and Da Zhuang were engulfed by the sea of ​​fire.

"Holy crap! You even have incendiary bombs?" Cole exclaimed, turning to look at John.

John's eyes were still lifeless, and his pupils were still slightly dilated.

All of this seems to be a decision made by the brain-computer interface, but fortunately, at this critical moment there was a crucial incendiary bomb that blocked the movement.

20 seconds left, they won! They won!

They can get out now!

"Shi Ding, Shi Lei, Da Zhuang!" Han Che shouted anxiously from outside the door. He fired his gun into the evacuation point, but the three men had already retreated into their cover, taking advantage of the incendiary bombs blocking the way, and were not given a chance to exchange fire.

"Get out of there! Don't go in under the cover of incendiary bombs!"

Da Yong, his entire armor engulfed in flames, gritted his teeth. "There's no time. We can't let them escape!"

"Charge in! Stop them!" Shi Ding was also going all out, charging forward through the flames.

John and his two companions would occasionally peek out and fire shots to prevent them from removing their shields and running straight in.

"No, get out now! It's too late, let them go!"

Machine gunners and shield bearers have very poor mobility, especially in confined spaces and when exposed to incendiary bombs.

The last ten seconds were too late…

"Damn it, why waste your breath on them? They're just taking advantage of you prison guards because you're slow!"

The voice came from behind Han Che, and then four muscular figures quickly entered the prison evacuation point.

Each person was wielding a huge hammer that was being swung around in the air.

They charged straight into the inferno, hugging the walls on both sides as they rushed into the evacuation point.

"What???"

"shot!!!"

Cole and Miles saw four burly men suddenly rush in and raised their guns to fire.

But the speed was too fast and the distance was too short.

The hammer, whipping through the air, swung upwards and struck their stomachs.

The immense impact caused him to vomit blood instantly, completely rendering him unable to move.

"Damn it, you were the one who shot me three times before, right?" The leader, the guy with the big hammer, punched John in the chin, then grabbed John's hair and dragged him out.

"Quick! Guys, drag them out!"

The four hammers immediately moved and dragged the trio of John, who had been instantly knocked unconscious, out of the extraction point.

The countdown resets to zero the moment it's dragged out.