Demonstration

"Some evacuation points have been closed. Please keep an eye on the situation."

The last evacuation gate had been closed. The prison was still a few minutes away from closing, but it was too late to pull the gate again.

"No! No! Let me out! Let me evacuate!" Cole struggled with all his might and roared desperately.

But how could he possibly overcome the strength of Big Hammer Brother after exhausting all his energy?

He flailed his limbs in vain, and was dragged away by Big Hammer Bro.

After the four sledgehammer-wielding men rushed into the evacuation point, Shi Ding, Shi Lei, and Dayong also withdrew.

His whole body was burned black and he lost a lot of blood, but fortunately he survived and did not cause any further unnecessary damage.

Thump, thump, thump.

John, Cole, and Miles were thrown to Han Che's feet like sandbags by the sledgehammer.

Each of them exhausted all their strength in overload mode and took a solid hit.

At this moment, they could only curl up on the hard concrete ground, struggling and wriggling.

Of the three, only Cole was in slightly better condition, still having the energy to mumble these incomprehensible words.

The other two could barely make a sound.

Han Che stood there, looking down at the three of them with a cold, murderous intent in his eyes.

The leader, Big Hammer, tossed the weapons of John's team of three to the side and then said,

"Our boss said we should help him out today. You revived our boss once before, so we're even now."

Han Che was taken aback. He wanted to say something more, but when he looked over, he only saw four figures slowly leaving.

The leader raised his hand and shook it without turning his head, as if to say hello, "We're going back to our rooms now. Don't forget to call us when we make something delicious another day."

Beneath the mask, Han Che's lips curled into a smile. "It's a deal."

Watching the four men with the hammer leave gracefully, he turned back to look at the three wriggling creatures on the ground.

Cole knelt on the ground, his back hunched, his head touching the concrete floor.

With his last ounce of strength, he slammed his head against the ground, screaming, "Kill me! Kill me! I won't lose myself..."

Unfortunately, he was too weak; he only suffered a scratch on his forehead, and the guns on his body were removed and placed aside.

Now, surrounded by this group of prison guards, he has no chance of dying even if he wanted to.

Han Che slowly squatted down in front of Cole, reached out, grabbed his hair, and forcibly lifted his head to look him in the eye.

He saw that Cole's face, which looked utterly devastated, was covered in tears and blood.

"Please..." Cole pleaded weakly, tears streaming down his face, his eyes barely open, as he looked at the warden who held his fate in his hands.

"Kill me! I don't want to lose myself! Kill me!"

He tried to lunge forward, but Cole didn't budge. Finally, he exhausted his last bit of strength and went limp, letting the warden grab his head.

At this moment, Han Che noticed that the red dot on Cole's goggles was still flashing, and immediately called the system in his mind to connect to the live broadcast room.

Sure enough, he saw his own reflection in Cole's first-person perspective, and the live stream was still running.

"Shi Ding, come over here, grab his head, and keep him at this angle."

After hearing this, Shi Ding walked behind Cole, grabbed him by the back of the neck with one hand and pulled his hair with the other to fix the angle.

Han Che slowly walked to the side, grabbed John, and dragged him like a dead dog to Cole.

"Hello everyone in the gaming world!"

"I am the warden of Tide Prison, also known as the map boss. You can call me Gherros."

Han Che gave a standard gentleman's bow in front of the camera, but his right hand was still holding John's head, making the whole scene look very bizarre.

"Since the Tidal Prison opened, many friends have come to visit me. It's been a long time since my place has been this lively."

Han Che spoke calmly, as if he were sharing a pleasant weekend with a friend.

"To be honest, I still welcome everyone to come here and hang out with my prison guards whenever you have time."

"It's just hide-and-seek. As long as everyone follows the rules and doesn't get caught by me, it's not impossible to take some local specialties back from me."

His tone beneath the mask was like that of a kind and cheerful older brother next door.

"However," Han Che abruptly changed the subject, pulling John, whom he was carrying, in front of the camera. "Recently, several times in a row, some disgusting parasites have infiltrated our ranks."

Han Che's tone became sharp, and the expression on the white mask in front of the camera seemed to turn ferocious.

"They're using brain-computer interfaces! Using these completely absurd technologies!"

"If anyone dares to send these maggots to my territory to disgust me again, I swear! Every single one of them! I'll make sure they all get lost in my prison!"

Han Che inserted his left hand into John's hair, lifted his head and held it firmly, while his right hand gripped the back of John's head where it connected to his neck.

There's a brain-computer interface there, about the size of a coin, that's still scalding hot.

Han Che gripped the edge of the interface firmly with three fingers and forcefully pulled the round metal brain-computer interface out from behind John's head.

Countless tiny, transparent threads, along with large amounts of flesh and blood, were pulled out from that small opening.

Thick, red and white liquid spurted from the wound. John, who had completely lost consciousness, had his eyes rolled back and his whole body convulsing while he was unconscious.

It let out a horrifying scream; the sound of its pain was not just from physical suffering, and anyone who heard it would feel a chill run down their spine.

"I'll take these three. That's all." Han Che released his grip, and John fell to the ground with a thud. He twitched twice and then lay still.

Subsequently, the signal was cut off, and the opening hours of the tidal prison ended.

[Congratulations, host, you have successfully completed the level. Tidal Prison is now closed.]

Hearing the notification in his ear, Han Che couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's finally over; his plan was successfully completed without any major incidents.

He glanced at the three members of John's team lying on the ground, already lost, and thought to himself, "Finally, this major problem is solved."

Just as he was about to call the prison guards to take the three away, a series of announcements came from the system.

[Congratulations, host! You have achieved the milestone of opening the Tidal Prison for three consecutive days.]

[Congratulations, host! You have achieved the milestone of being resurrected for the first time when the prison opened.]

[Congratulations, host! You have achieved the accomplishment of resurrecting a prison NPC for the first time when the prison is open.]

[Congratulations, host! You have achieved the milestone of successfully defeating the ReLink brain-computer interface player.]

[Congratulations, host! You have achieved the milestone of establishing a connection between Tidal Prison and the player world for the first time.]

[Rewards are being distributed...]

[Congratulations, host! The achievement progress has reached 20%. The Tidal Prison is starting to upgrade, and the system is starting to upgrade!]

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