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

"What should we do? Go in or not?"

"I don't know, the warden hasn't given any new instructions either."

"How about we go find Brother Shi Ding?"

"Come on, Shi Dingge has been locked up too. The warden said we'll have to fight this time ourselves."

"I really don't know what to do!"

After the prison's evacuation point was opened, Han Che issued another order, instructing all prison guards to go to the evacuation point and capture the target alive.

Taking advantage of the fact that he wouldn't be making an appearance this time, and that only casual players were available, Han Che wanted to train these ordinary prison guards.

He didn't want his subordinates to be a bunch of puppets who only obeyed orders; what difference would that make from ordinary NPCs?

Therefore, apart from temporarily ordering the prison guards to target Park Im-cheong, no other orders were given during today's operation.

Half a minute ago, the prison guards had already arrived here, and the entrance to the cell evacuation point was completely blocked.

Now they were in a dilemma: should they go in or not?

The reason they were so conflicted was that their warden was currently at the evacuation point.

This put them in a difficult position.

At that moment, intermittent signal sounds suddenly came through the earpieces of all the prison guards.

"What...are you doing? Time is running out...."

"... Charge!..."

The disjointed instructions startled all the prison guards, but even if they didn't hear anything else clearly, they all heard the last fierce "rush" very clearly.

All the prison guards immediately realized what was happening and prepared to take action.

Just then, the lead prison guard noticed that someone was peeking out from behind the cell wall.

On that arm was the blue armband the warden had mentioned.

Without thinking twice, the prison guard raised his gun and fired.

boom!

Ah!

A scream from inside the cell served as a starting pistol, immediately activating the prison guards' actions.

They began to follow Shi Dingjiao's tactics, firing suppressive fire from both sides of the cell door into the inner room.

The prison guards then took turns positioning themselves to avoid standing in a straight line, and slowly advanced inward while maintaining suppressive fire.

Even with a reasonable deployment, the attacking side will always be at a huge disadvantage in such a confined space.

As the second and third gun cables were set up inside the cell, the prison guards couldn't hold out any longer and retreated.

"What should we do?"

"This scene seems so familiar! What did the warden do back then?"

"At that time, we had Shi Ding, Shi Lei, and Da Yong push forward while holding off the gun line."

"But all three of them are locked up now..."

Just as everyone was in a dilemma again, a deep, resonant voice suddenly said, "I'll do it! My armor is about the same as Brother Dayong's, I'll take the lead."

From the rear, the flamethrower soldiers walked to the front of the column.

The lead prison guard's eyes lit up, but he immediately shook his head. "You're new here; we can't let you do this kind of dangerous work."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid. My armor is the same as Brother Dayong's; they can't penetrate it."

Upon hearing him mention Da Yong, the head prison guard lowered his eyes and said, "It's precisely because you're like Da Yong that we can't let you go."

"What kind of new recruit does such a dangerous job right away? Step back!"

However, this gave him an idea. Besides the newly arrived flamethrower soldier, there was also a rocket soldier who wasn't locked up.

"Time is running out! Hurry! Go and call Bengzi here!"

"I've arrived." Bengzi stepped out from behind the tall figure of the flamethrower soldier.

He set off this way after hearing the prison's announcement of the gates being shut down, and luckily he made it in time.

"Great, Bengzi, fire a shot into the extraction point, then we'll push in immediately."

"Is the warden still inside?" Bengzi asked.

The lead prison guard nodded with a troubled expression, his tone even carrying a hint of grievance. "Yes, I just saw him shoot at me."

"Uh, these are all tests, tests for us," Bengzi comforted her.

"Alright, hurry up, I'm going to fire. When you hear the explosion, rush in."

Then Bengzi turned to the flamethrower soldier and said, "Kid, you charge in too."

The prison guard was about to stop him when Bengzi interrupted him, "Don't worry, the warden is watching over us, there won't be any problems."

The lead prison guard looked at Bengzi, then at the flamethrower soldier, hesitated for a moment, patted the flamethrower soldier's shoulder twice before nodding.

Then, Bengzi shouldered the rocket launcher and stood at the entrance to the prison evacuation point. "Ready," he said.

"Get something hot! Catch it!" Bengzi shouted at the top of his lungs.

With a whoosh, an RPG flew down the narrow cell corridor and into the extraction point.

"boom--!!!"

"Charge!"

The cell was instantly filled with smoke, and even the suppression of gunfire at the door stopped.

Then the prison guards filed in through the cell doors.

……

"Suppress them quickly, don't let them break in!" Park Im-cheong shouted from his gun.

His position was the most forward of the three, but also the closest to the cover.

The butt of the rifle was pressed against his injured shoulder, and blood was constantly seeping out.

He fired recklessly toward the door, but the rifle only fired in short bursts, making him feel very unsafe.

He would rather have a Bison submachine gun in his hand now, at least for its large magazine capacity.

So he would occasionally look back at the mule to make sure it was still firing and not slacking off.

"Keep fighting! Hold on, hold on, it's almost time to evacuate!"

At this point, he stopped pursuing his schemes and plots; the pain in his shoulder made him only think about getting out of there as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, the prison guards' attack did not last long; the crossfire forced the advancing guards back.

This gave Park Im-cheong a little breathing space.

Just then, a roar came from outside the cell door.

"Here, something hot! Get ready!"

Upon hearing this voice, Han Che's pupils constricted sharply beneath his iron-clad helmet. Finally, he lowered his body rapidly and lunged towards the mule beside him.

After knocking the mule down into the bunker deep inside the evacuation point, he pressed her tightly beneath him.

Then...

"boom--!!!"

An RPG exploded in the confined space of the extraction point, the expanding fireball turning into a shockwave that sent everything flying.

Park Im-cheong was slammed against the wall by the force of the explosion, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Countless flying shrapnel tore his already tattered Level 5 bulletproof vest to shreds.

He was in excruciating pain all over his body, but the cover shielded him from some of the damage, which prevented him from dying on the spot.

Han Che's head was buzzing at that moment. Thank goodness!

When he was making the plan, he had thought about what methods his group of prison guards would use if they wanted to storm the cell evacuation point.

One of his conjectures was to have rocket troops fire RPGs into the evacuation point.

So, "Hey, Bengzi, I'll teach you a line."

"You said it, Your Excellency the Warden."

"Get it hot! Get ready!" Han Che shouted his line. "When you launch a rocket, you have to shout your line at the top of your lungs."

"Uh, Your Excellency Warden, this line doesn't quite fit our style," Bengzi said, looking troubled.

"Never mind that, just shout when I tell you to," Han Che commanded without further ado. "Remember, make sure your voice is loud!"

"It has to be big!"