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

The live stream chat was flooded with comments, almost completely covering the screen.

"My God! This is insane! How dare they do something like this!"

"Even though we knew they would respawn, this is insane! Just running right through the crossfire?"

"Why can they go wherever they want?"

"That bullet hit his thigh, how could he still run?"

"That kind of pain is no joke!"

"That amount of health! Just looking at that health makes my legs weak!"

"It still hurts even after taking the drugs; look, their legs are shaking when they run."

"These samurai may not have any other skills, but they really have that ruthlessness."

The samurai sword squad finally reached the room outside the warden's office, as mentioned in the intelligence report.

Takahashi lay on the ground, his whole body trembling. The effects of the painkillers were wearing off, and the pain from his wounds was becoming increasingly clear, as if someone was slowly cutting his leg with a knife.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw chattering, and braced himself against the ground with his forehead and hands, trying to turn his body over.

Sato leaned against the wall by the door, his face deathly pale and his lips bloodless.

He was shot in the right shoulder near his collarbone, and blood gushed from the bullet hole, flowing down his chest and staining a large area of ​​his clothes red.

He raised his hand to reach for the bandage, but stopped halfway up, wincing in pain.

Shimada was the least injured; he had several bullet holes, but they were all in relatively good locations.

There was one wound on my arm, one on my side, and one on my leg; they all grazed or hit my muscles, but didn't injure any bones.

The main reason for his injuries was that the prison guards shot him; Raven's two shots missed him and hit Sato and Takahashi instead.

Running for too long and too fast, my lungs felt like they were about to explode, and every breath tasted rusty.

After wrapping his bandages, Shimada stood up, leaning on his desk. His legs felt a little weak, so he swayed and steadied himself on the desk before he had the energy to look at his two teammates.

Takahashi finally rolled over, staring at the ceiling.

He used all his strength to raise his hand and pull out a bandage from the ammunition pouch. His hand was shaking so badly that he wrapped it up haphazardly. The bandage was loosely wrapped around his leg, but at least it pressed down on the wound.

Sato was still leaning against the wall, blood still flowing from his shoulder, dripping down his arm and onto the ground, drop by drop.

His face turned ashen, his lips cracked, and his eyes were half-open as he stared at the opposite wall.

The three of them stayed in the office, no one could utter a word. The only sounds in the office were panting and the twitching of bandages.

Just when Shimada couldn't bear to watch any longer, he used the desk as support and slowly moved to help his teammates.

Then he heard heavy footsteps coming from the opposite direction from the raven.

Shimada's expression changed drastically; he recognized that it wasn't the raven's footsteps!

These are the footsteps of three members of the Hibiscus Club!

Only they would wear such heavy equipment!

Here they come!

Shimada hurriedly went inside the house, trying to find the location of the Crow Hunter mission! But his legs went weak and he almost knelt down, so he quickly grabbed the table to steady himself.

……

"Quick! I saw them run inside!" Kim Soo-min shouted angrily in a low voice, panting heavily.

"Damn it! They really messed with us!" Park Ji-hoon cursed from behind.

Lee Junho silently gritted his teeth and ran, his face taut, his eyes fixed on the door at the end of the corridor.

He replayed everything that had happened in the square in his mind.

Shimada's kind smile and those polite words, "Let's go do Operation Kuroshio," "One person per person, we won't bother each other," were all fake.

They claimed to be on a Black Tide operation, but actually went straight to the warden's office!

And he foolishly believed it, leading his men towards the Black Tide operation, wasting so much time.

He grew angrier the more he thought about it. Damn it! Why couldn't they just obediently come to Operation Black Tide and let us kill them!

We went there specifically to stake out them, and they actually dared to lie to me! Li Junhao was so angry he was practically bursting out of his head.

After realizing something was wrong, they ran over, encountering several prisoners along the way.

They didn't care about positioning or battle losses.

They almost never stopped, and without caring about bullet loss, they would fire a burst of bullets and step over the corpses.

Although this bought them some time, they were still shot a few times by prisoners and guards on the way, but they managed to withstand it thanks to their thick level 5 protective gear.

All three men were injured. One had a glancing blow to his arm, a tear in his clothes, and a red mark on the side of his neck where a bullet had grazed his skin.

Although they were all injured, the added weight of the level 5 armor made them look quite disheveled.

"Quick! Charge in!" Li Junhao shouted. "They're unarmored, kill them!"

The three quickened their pace, rushing down the corridor toward the door.

The door was tightly shut, and several streaks of blood spread down the ground from under the door.

"They're injured!" Park Ji-hoon whispered.

"Great opportunity! Kill these bastards!" Lee Junho's eyes were full of murderous intent. He grinned and kicked the door.

At the same time, broadcasts blared throughout the prison.

His Excellency the Warden will personally direct security forces to quell the riot.

Eliminate the Raven's Influence

All staff members are requested to cooperate with the operation.

boom!

With a loud bang, the iron gate sprang open.

The moment the door popped open, Li Junhao saw a person standing behind the desk.

A white mask, a black trench coat, hands behind his back, standing ramrod straight. (Mask)

Lee Junho's mind went blank for half a second.

"The warden?!"

His gaze swept to the side, and Shimada, leaning on the table, slowly raised his right hand and gave the middle finger.

Lee Junho's pupils dilated in shock. Without thinking, he instinctively lunged to the right.

His body flew out almost sideways, landing on his shoulder and rolling half a circle on the ground before hitting the wall and coming to a stop.

The gun went off the instant he lunged forward.

boom! !

The deafening gunshots echoed through the room, causing the entire house to tremble.

Lee Junho leaned against the wall, his ears ringing.

He turned his head and saw Park Ji-hoon. Park Ji-hoon was standing in the doorway, still in the same position as before.

Blood spurted from his neck, spraying high into the air, onto the ceiling, onto the door frame, and onto Kim Soo-min's face.

He stood still for half a second before falling backward and crashing to the ground, his gun flying a long way.

Kim Soo-min was standing on the other side of Park Ji-hoon. When he heard the gunshot, he quickly hid behind the wall, but his face was already covered in blood.

He was stunned, frozen in place with his mouth agape, his eyes wide open and motionless, blood streaming down his face.

Lee Junho leaned against the wall, staring at Park Jihoon's corpse.

The headless corpse lay on the ground, blood still gushing from the severed neck.

The muscles all over his body were still twitching on the ground, as if he were still struggling.

"Run!!!" Lee Junho suddenly let out a desperate roar.