Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Park Im-cheong and Helmet Guy finally entered the prison evacuation point.

The mule was firmly wedged against the corner of the wall, the butt of the rifle pressed tightly against his shoulder, and the dark muzzle pointed directly at the other side.

He shielded Wang Kuo completely behind him, as if he were building a wall for him with his own body.

After Park Im-cheong entered, he stood guard at another diagonal corner of the wall. Although he did not raise his gun directly, his muscles were tense, ready to fight at any time.

The helmeted guy casually walked to a spot and leaned against the wall, standing there relaxed.

His posture leaning against the wall was relaxed to the point of laziness, as relaxed as if he were smoking in his own backyard.

The atmosphere at the evacuation point immediately became tense.

The four men had a total of three guns, and were divided into two camps, one gun on each side.

The helmeted guy was standing between Park Im-cheong and the mule, creating a delicate balance.

If the helmeted guy were to side with either side at this moment, the other side would immediately become impossible to resist.

Park Im-cheong shrank back, revealing a forced smile: "Why are you pointing a gun at us?" He deliberately dragged out his words, making each one barbed, "You're not planning to stab us in the back before we leave, are you?"

He spoke sarcastically to the mule while observing the helmeted man's reaction; he needed to understand the man's attitude.

If possible, he still hoped to work with the man wearing the autism helmet to take care of the two people opposite him.

The mule immediately understood Park Im-cheong's meaning and retorted, "Stop being sarcastic!"

His voice boomed in the small cell. "I'm asking you, where are all those freelancers you were hired to protect? Why are you the only one left?"

"Those guys were cowards and left beforehand." Park Im-cheong lied without batting an eye, his face completely unfazed.

He doesn't care about any of that now; as long as he has the chance to kill Mule and his companion, none of this matters.

After all, players are allowed to fight each other in the danger zone, and even if he respawns, these casual players can't do anything to him.

All he wants right now is the immediate goal: to win over this helmeted guy, kill the mule and the other man, and then make a quick getaway.

"You're talking nonsense!" Mule cursed, "There was a random member of your team that you found an excuse to kill with your own hands."

"The others were probably betrayed by you back in the laundry room. Otherwise, how did you escape the guards' encirclement?"

Upon hearing these remarks, Park Im-cheong's face instantly darkened.

He didn't immediately refute, but instead glanced at the helmet guy's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

The man remained standing against the wall, his iron helmet concealing all his expressions, with only a sliver of his gaze peeking through the narrow slit.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"What nonsense am I spouting?" Mule snorted and moved half a body to the side, revealing Wang Kuo's face from behind Mule.

Upon seeing the person behind him, Park Im-cheong's pupils shrank sharply, and his hands, which had been trying to appear relaxed, suddenly gripped the rifle tightly.

He could barely resist the urge to raise the gun.

Damn it, that kid actually escaped. Park Im-cheong thought to himself, he originally thought that when the prison guards surrounded them, the kid might not have escaped and would have been shot dead by the arriving guards.

As it turned out, he not only escaped, but he also stayed right there at the evacuation point.

Wang Kuo met Park Im-cheong's gaze without speaking. But his eyes said it all.

Normally, Park Im-cheong wouldn't care at all if those he betrayed spoke ill of him.

He has no reputation to protect and no credibility to care about.

He was bullied and lived under the roof of others since childhood, and he understood a principle early on: reputation is the most useless thing, only the benefits you hold in your hands are real.

But in the current situation, reputation is equivalent to profit.

He clearly saw that the helmeted guy standing between the two seemed to have adjusted his posture, with his toes and sides facing the mule, and his shoulders and back facing him.

This is textbook-perfect body language; someone who has survived by reading people's expressions since childhood couldn't possibly misunderstand it.

It's clear that the guy in the helmet has been affected and has started to distrust him.

Suddenly, a sense of anxiety about the situation spiraling out of control welled up inside him, and he secretly raised the rifle in his hand a little higher.

Park Im-cheong secretly raised the rifle a few inches and slipped his finger into the trigger guard.

"If we launch a sneak attack, it seems like we might have a chance. We can take advantage of their inattention, hit Helmet Guy first, then pin down Mule, and kill all of them."

His gaze gradually turned sinister, but as he observed again, he noticed that behind the observation gap of the iron helmet, a faint red light emanated from the eyes that were staring straight at him.

"!!" Park Im-cheong was jolted, blinked sharply, and looked again, but the red light was gone. "Was it an illusion?"

He always felt that the man in front of him wearing the iron helmet was more dangerous than he had imagined.

Danger……

What did Park Im-cheong suddenly think of?

Shouldn't the prison guards be the ones in the most danger right now?

They've already surrounded the entrance, why haven't they launched an attack yet?

It's very quiet outside the cell now; the footsteps from before are gone.

He peeked out from the corner of the wall, made a quick Eek, and looked out through the narrow doorway, but couldn't see a single person.

"I said," the helmeted guy suddenly spoke, reaching his right hand inside his helmet as if scratching his sideburn.

"What do you want to do? Time is running out, so just wait patiently."

"We're about to evacuate, don't rush! Move!" The helmeted guy emphasized the word "rush" heavily, almost as if he were gritting his teeth.

Park Im-cheong turned to look at the helmeted man, a chill running down his spine. "This is clearly a warning! I can't act rashly!"

As he was thinking this, he forgot that when he eeked just now, half of his body was still outside the corner of the wall.

boom!

A shot was suddenly fired outside the cell, hitting Park Im-cheong's exposed shoulder, and blood gushed out immediately.

"Ugh!" He immediately clutched his shoulder and shrank back behind cover.

For some reason, after Park Im-cheong was injured, the prison guards outside the door suddenly became agitated, like sharks smelling blood in the sea, and started firing into the cell.

The bullets struck the bunker where Park Im-cheong was hiding, exploding into sparks.

He clenched his teeth, unable to stop the bleeding, as the prison guards began to enter the cell.

He immediately crouched down and fired at the door, attempting to suppress the guards with firepower.

After the prison guard fired, Mule reacted immediately, pushing Wang Kuo back and then moving to a position where he could set up his gun to help suppress the fire.

The helmeted guy also raised his gun and fired at the doorway, rattling off shots. In an instant, three lines of gunfire completely blocked the narrow cell doorway.

The prison guards couldn't break in for a while, and that's how they managed to hold their ground!