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

"How are you? Are you alright?" Wang Kuo hurriedly stepped forward to help them up.

Han Che used one hand to support himself on the heavy iron helmet and the other hand to push himself up from the ground.

"Cough cough cough!" The mule, who had been knocked to the ground, rolled over and struggled to his knees, coughing incessantly as his chest was struck.

As the explosions rang out, prison guards began pouring into the evacuation point.

Seeing that Mule couldn't recover immediately, Wang Kuo took his gun and tried to stop the prison guards from entering the evacuation point. However, the guards' firepower was too strong, and they kept him pinned down.

When Mule saw Wang Kuo fighting on the front lines again, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to glance at his watch.

There were less than 30 seconds left before their evacuation time.

"Hold on!" he cried, crawling and grabbing Han Che's ankle. "Big brother! Help me! There are only 20 seconds left. Hold on, and we can get out of here."

Without waiting for Han Che's reply, he reached into the magazine with trembling right hand and laboriously pulled out a smoke grenade.

With all his might, he threw it into the narrow passage in front of the evacuation point. The white smoke exploded instantly, obscuring the prison guards' line of fire.

Seeing this, Han Che also stepped forward to help Wang Kuo with his gun, but he was just randomly sweeping it at the edge of the smoke, and because of the smoke, no one could see the problem.

"Help...help me...!"

From within the smoke came Park Im-cheong's weak wail; he had been knocked outside the evacuation zone by the shockwave.

As his body slammed into the hard wall, his internal organs were all injured, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his limbs were broken into pieces.

Even so, he managed to regain consciousness through sheer willpower and crawled slowly toward the evacuation point through the white smoke.

"Help!"

"Help...me!"

His voice was barely audible amidst the cacophony of gunfire; it was a weak plea for help and a desperate wail.

His gun had long since been blown away, his helmet and armor were completely shattered, and he was crawling and clawing at the ground with only his blood-stained hands.

While the smoke grenades obstructed the guards' line of sight, they also prevented Wang Kuo from seeing their deployment.

He could only blindly fire in the direction he remembered through the white mist.

Suddenly, the bullet made the sound of hitting its target.

"Clang clang clang clang clang!"

The sound was different from what he had imagined; it was clearly the sound of metal being struck.

Just as he was wondering, a fire dragon shot through the smoke, from above Park Im-cheong's head into the evacuation point.

Wang Kuo's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly dodged to the side to avoid the flames.

He immediately opened fire in the direction from which the flames were emitted, firing a series of bullets, but there was no feedback other than the clanging sound.

The flames continued their relentless advance, even moving closer to the evacuation point.

"Snap!"

"Aaaaaah!!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, followed by a bloodcurdling scream.

The source of the flames gradually came into view, emerging from the smoke.

He was a tall, thin soldier with a bright yellow protective mask and silver-gray armor. He carried two white gas canisters on his back and a flamethrower in his hand that shot out tongues of fire.

After the flamethrower soldier walked out of the smoke-shrouded area, he turned to look at Wang Kuo's side.

The moment the mule met the flamethrower's gaze, he was filled with despair. With only a dozen seconds left, would he ultimately fail?

Wang Kuo, however, was still unwilling to give up and kept pressing the trigger, emptying the remaining bullets from the Bison.

The 9×19mm bullets sparked fine sparks on the flamethrower soldier's armor, but couldn't even create a small dent.

The flamethrower soldier raised his flamethrower and aimed it at Wang Kuo. There was no need to aim carefully; the flames would burn everything away on their own.

Just as the flamethrower was about to fire, several prison guards rushed in from behind him.

A prison guard quickly grabbed his arm, and the flamethrower soldier turned around in confusion.

He saw the prison guard who stopped him and tilted his chin to the other side.

He looked in the direction the prison guard's chin pointed and saw a familiar-looking man standing in a corner of the evacuation point.

He lifted the visor of his Iron Wall helmet, frowning as he looked at himself with a complex expression.

"What's wrong, bro? Should we kill this one first?" The flamethrower soldier leaned to the side, lowered his head, and asked the prison guard who was pulling him in a low voice.

The prison guard's expression changed, and he increased the pressure on his hand.

Another prison guard ran to the other side, grabbed the flamethrower soldier's other arm, and the two of them practically carried the flamethrower soldier away.

"Snap!"

"Ugh...!"

The three walked quickly, and it seemed they stepped on something again in the smoke.

Wang Kuo, who was closing his eyes to prepare for his fate, found that nothing had happened.

In sight, the flamethrower soldier had already left, leaving only the slowly fading and dissipating white smoke.

At the edge of the smoke, a figure covered in blood, with its forearms and legs twisted and bent backwards, was struggling to crawl on the ground.

That posture couldn't even be described as crawling; it was more like wriggling on the ground with the flesh of one's body.

"Let me... evacuate..."

"save……"

"Just... a little bit more..."

Where he climbed, he left a trail of blood and bits of flesh behind him.

Just by looking at him, you could feel how much pain he was in. He was only crawling towards you by his willpower and survival instinct.

"Ten seconds left, prepare to evacuate!"

ten!

"I want to live..."

Nine!

"I will definitely survive..."

Eight!

"I've worked so hard for so long..."

seven!

"How did I end up dying here...?"

six!

"As long as we get back alive... everything will be alright..."

five!

"Faster...faster...!"

Four!

"No...it's not too late...it's not too late...!"

three!

"Ahhh, no! No!"

two!

"Help me! Help me out! Please! Help me out!!"

One!

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

[Package confirmed on its way, welcome home!]

"Hahaha, I made it! I made it at the last minute!"

"Hahahahaha!"

……

What's wrong with this person?

"I don't know, it's really creepy. Did the lost operators feel this way before?"

"Never seen anything like it. It's covered in blood, what are you grinning about?"

After Tide Prison closed, two prison guards carried a man out of the evacuation point whose throat had been pierced by shrapnel.

A lost operator covered in blood.

When he was found, he was lying face down in a pool of blood, with bubbles rising from the pool beneath his face.

Even after the prison guards pulled him out of the pool of blood, his lisping voice could still be heard emitting that chilling laughter.

Unbeknownst to them, the lost operator named Park Im-cheong was still focused on his final 10-second countdown, having successfully evacuated.

In reality, Park Im-cheong, who was severely injured all over his body and whose legs were broken by the prison guards, had no strength to crawl on the ground.

With a throat pierced by shrapnel, how could one have the strength to utter a mournful cry?

Given his character, who would see him off in the last 10 seconds before he left?

It was just a fantasy in his mind before he lost his way.

Ironically, he still loves counting down 10 seconds.