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3:47 am.

The battle continues.

The air in the Silver Dragon operations room was filled with the smell of instant coffee and burning electronic components.

Jian Wei's tactical screen array emitted a cold blue light in the darkness. The three split screens surrounded him like a star map, and a heart-pounding red arrow was jumping on each screen.

The five fingers of his left hand hovered two centimeters above the mechanical keyboard. This was the "Peregrine Starting Style" that had been passed down by the Silver Dragon Studio for seven years. The fingertips and the tea-axis keys maintained a precise distance of 0.3 mm, and could burst out with an extreme tapping frequency of three times per second at the moment of contact.

"Ye Di, I need absolute control over the B7 to D3 section." Jian Wei's voice was like a taut bowstring, and his right hand drew seven scarlet tracks on the capacitive touch screen.

That was the interception equation for the White Tiger Regiment's "charge". Each trajectory accurately marked the coordinates of the Spartan feint attack and the time difference between the main force's surprise attack.

Ye Di frowned, and with a wave of his fingertips, he transferred more than 20 accounts of the branch group to his control, and pushed the permissions of the 20 Jiangdu group full red accounts in his hand into Jian Wei's control matrix: "How long will the firepower network last?"

"15 minutes." Jian Wei's Adam's apple rolled, and beads of sweat were already oozing out of his forehead.

He is the team controller and the main C of Silver Dragon Group 2. Facing opponents like the White Tiger Group, he feels extremely pressured, but he is a crazy person at heart, and encountering a strong enemy makes him enter a state of extreme excitement.

He didn't know what was going on in other battlefields, but judging from the situation on the local battlefields, it was extremely fierce. The eight core groups of the bank attacked the positions of the Holy Alliance from all directions.

The opponent in front of us is the strongest spear of the Holy Alliance. As long as we can withstand it...

The alarm suddenly exploded, and a large number of red arrows appeared in the southwest corner of the defense zone. More than 100 troops leaned out from the shadow of the fog of war.

Jian Wei's pupils suddenly contracted.

It’s the Karami Group of the Holy Alliance!

"They are from the Qinglong Group!" Ye Di reminded. Others may not know the details of this group, but the people in the Silver Dragon Studio have naturally guessed it.

"Old Cow! The filling rate of the nine-square grid has reached 90%!" Jian Wei's left hand finally fell, and the Cherry tea switch made a metallic buzzing sound under the violent knocking. Twenty fortresses with full red accounts lit up at the same time.

The 20 fortresses with full red accounts of Jiangdu Group sent out troops to meet the attack almost at the same time.

At 4:12 a.m., the White Tiger Regiment's fifth charge followed.

A blood-red physical strength warning was jumping on Jian Wei's tactical screen - his personal operating load had reached 98.7%, which was a forbidden zone that no one had ever touched since the establishment of Silver Dragon Studio.

"Jian Wei! Switch defense!" Ye Di's roar exploded in the headphones.

"Shut up!" The veins on the back of Jian Wei's right hand bulged, and spider web cracks appeared on the touch screen under his pressure. "There are still seventeen fortresses that have not been deployed for defense."

Sweat slid down the broken lenses, creating distorted spots of light on the tactical screen.

His vision began to stratify:
On the main screen is the steel torrent of the White Tiger Regiment advancing.
The left split screen showed the Qinglong Group's elusive warp coordinates.

And in the retinal projection was also the defense map of the Xuanwu Group that Night Emperor had just sent over - the triple visual information squeezed every nerve.

But the fingers were still performing terrifyingly precise operations: while the left hand was controlling more than a dozen accounts through [God Killer 2.0] to issue unlimited orders for Spartan firepower coverage on the front line, it was also switching accounts to use the paving team to expand the entire front line.

His right hand was refreshing the battlefield data stream five times per second, looking for loopholes in the Holy Alliance's offensive that could lead to a counterattack.

At 4:29, the shrill alarm suddenly turned into a shrill buzzing sound.

"Alarm, alarm! Enemy troops are attacking!"

Twelve account IDs were reflected in Jian Wei's pupils. It was them!

Twelve blood-red streams of light pierced through the fog of the battlefield. They were the core force of the White Tiger Group. Each ID had a blood-red skull logo at the end, which was a mark they made themselves.

The serial number of the White Tiger, the big boss of the top twelve, the top team with full red + pink sets, each team has a single point explosive power that is enough to see through everything.

The corners of his mouth curled up: "Come on! Let Master Wei see how strong you are!"

His thumb pressed the button heavily. Jian Wei's own surviving troops, including all the more than 30 accounts given by the Night Emperor, rushed out from various fortresses...

consciousness space.

Number One's body swayed slightly in the data storm, and the battle map of the Silver Dragon Defense Zone flowed in her pupils: "Abnormal resistance appeared in the target B-7 area, analyzing the opponent's operation mode."

On the holographic screen, green light threads representing Jian Wei's operation trajectory were weaving into a dense network. Twenty-three effective command inputs per second, 97.4% tactical prediction accuracy.

Even Han Feng couldn't help but be moved.

What a strong combat experience.

Such predictions cannot be honed overnight. The ability to complete these operational predictions in such a short period of time is the result of years of training and accumulation in multiple large-scale operations.

"Warning! The White Tiger Regiment's fifth wave of attack has been blocked." The system's electronic voice rang out.

"Oh my god! Is the opponent crazy? He's so weak but still trying to block me!" Xiaobai cursed and was about to give the next instruction when he was stopped by No. 1.

Number One's skirt turned into fluttering binary code: "Qinglong, take over the battlefield. Trans-dimensional transfer to the battlefield fortress in the southwest corner of B-7z."

"My giao, my victory..." Xiaobai sighed, but after seeing the look in No. 1's eyes, he stopped talking.

4:33 am.

Jian Wei in the Silver Dragon Operations Room suddenly found that the pressure in the southwest corner had dropped sharply. However, his intuition from playing against top opponents for a long time made his hair stand on end - this is a trap! There is an enemy attack!
"Blue Dragon Group!"

It’s these ghosts again!
However, the Night Emperor behind him was fighting desperately in other defense zones, so he had to divert his attention to take over the exposed gap.

"Cough" Jian Wei's throat was filled with the smell of rust, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the tactical screen. His left little finger began to twitch unnaturally, a sign of nerve overload, but he was still connecting the operation chain for the 19 disabled accounts.

At 4:35 in the morning, the Qinglong Group launched a general attack.

Jian Wei's tactical split screen began to frequently issue intelligent alarms.

"Warning! All members of the account [Jiangdu-Honglian] were killed!"

"Warning! All members of the account [Jiangdu-Shuangyu] are killed!"

……

The system alarm was drowned out by Jian Wei's roar: "Hold on!"

The skin on the back of his right hand burst due to the high-frequency friction, and blood flowed along the edge of the tactical screen...

At 4:47 in the morning, at the moment when the wall of the defensive fortress in the southwest corner of the Jiangdu Regiment collapsed, Jian Wei's tactical split-screen physical monitor made a shrill sound - his heart rate soared to 198 beats/minute.

"Jian Wei! Withdraw from the control matrix!" Ye Di's roar seemed to come from the distant bottom of the water.

Jian Wei's left hand was still on the keyboard, his bloodstained fingers digging into the gaps between the keycaps. His vision began to flash with black and white noise, and his face was full of unwillingness...

Ye Di's headphones still echoed the sound of the battlefield - the charge horn of the Holy Alliance, the roar of the fortress collapsing, and the desperate roar of the Jiangdu Group members on the last line of defense. His hands were still on the keyboard, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and the red alarm on the screen had not stopped, but he knew that everything was a foregone conclusion.

"Warning: The main city of [Jiangdu-Tianxiang] has been captured."

"Warning: [Jiangdu-Ba Ge] main city has been captured."

"Warning: The core member 'Jian Wei' account is offline."

Ye Di suddenly pulled off his headphones and turned to look at Jian Wei behind him. He collapsed on the gaming chair, his face pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his right hand still maintained the posture of typing on the keyboard, but his fingertips were stiff.

"Ye Di. Next." His voice was as light as a sigh, but his body fell backwards like a puppet with its strings cut.

Ye Di quickly took off his headphones and rushed over, only to see Jian Wei's right hand still moving in the air, as if he was still controlling those red accounts that had long since disappeared. On the blood-stained tactical screen, there were still tactical commands flashing...

"Ambulance! Call an ambulance immediately!" Ye Di roared towards the door.

The door was pushed open, and the logistics staff of the Silver Dragon Studio rushed in and quickly carried Jian Wei onto a stretcher. Ye Di stood there, watching Jian Wei being sent away. In the communication channel beside his ear, the remnants of the Bank Alliance were still chaotically reporting the losses.

"Ye Di...we are finished." Lao Niu's voice was hoarse, as if all his strength had been drained.

Ye Di did not answer. His eyes slowly moved to the last piece of data on the tactical screen - Silver Wing Studio's battlefield contribution rate: 7.2%.

7.2%!

In the final life-and-death battle of the Bank Alliance, Silver Wing Studio, the top account control team that was supposed to fight alongside Silver Dragon, actually only contributed less than 10% of the combat power.

“Brother Ding…” Ye Di slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles making crackling sounds.

When Jian Wei was carried into the ambulance, the command center tactical log created by Ye Di automatically generated an assessment report:
Target ID: [Silver Dragon-Jian Wei]
Peak hand speed: 22.7 times/second

Effective operation time: 4 hours and 37 minutes

Tactical innovation coefficient: S level

……

In the space of consciousness

Number One's consciousness stared at the gradually disappearing operation track in the data torrent. This was what she could feel. The energy generated from a certain IP point was very strong before, but now it was gone.

"He's a great number controller!" Han Feng could also feel it.

Although he didn't know who his opponent was, he still respected him from the bottom of his heart.

“Record this IP and build a tactical model library. Encryption level: Top Secret.”

Han Feng's instructions were issued in the [Super Brain]...

As the morning light penetrated the clouds, with the defeat of the Jiangdu Regiment's position, the entire banking alliance front collapsed, and no team could withstand the Holy Alliance's offensive.

The walls of Chen Buchen's main city collapsed. When the broken Holy Alliance flag was planted on the city wall, a notice popped up on the world channel.

Server-wide Notice:

The main city of Jizhou's [Bank] leader [Chen Buchen] was captured by [Holy Alliance] [White Tiger No. 3], causing the entire alliance to fall!
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the main mission of beheading the bank leader [Chen Buchen] and obtaining a new machine [Mao Rabbit]"

……

In a hospital 300 kilometers away, the beeping of the ECG monitor and the refresh rate of the server log form an eerie resonance. (End of this chapter)