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

Their disarray and laxity were clearly visible from the highest point of the cell.

The raven stood by the iron bars on the top floor of the cell, leaning slightly forward with its hands on the horizontal bars, looking down at the spacious cell passage below.

From his vantage point, the six men looked like six ants scattered throughout the maze-like cell, each busily searching.

Raven's lips slowly curled into a smile. "See?" he said, turning to Lin Feng standing beside him. "I told you, they've scattered."

Lin Feng squatted next to Raven, his gun pointed downwards at a Bald Eagle team member who was prying open a cabinet door below.

He looked away from the raven, his face showing obvious disbelief: "Would they really abandon even the most basic vigilance for such a small amount of supplies? They were running in a tight group, and now a mere few gold coins have torn them apart."

"Heh," Raven chuckled, baring his white teeth, "Money, oh, that's all money."

"Even a hero can be brought down by a penny, and your warden is no exception. This principle applies to everyone; when you're dirt poor, who cares about formations?"

Lin Feng stared at the figures below who were busy searching, watching them move haphazardly between the cells, looking for the best shooting angle.

Just moments ago, I was struggling with how to defeat the six-man fully armed team head-on, but now it seems that the attack has failed on its own.

"Lin Kun," Raven didn't turn his head, still looking down, but his voice drifted behind him, "what did your warden teach you?"

Lin Kun's voice came from behind Raven, his gaze icy as he stared intently at the group of people running around downstairs: "Discipline, discipline is combat power."

Raven looked at Lin Kun's profile, a bright smile on his face, but inwardly he sighed, "This kid has really changed a lot. Han Che's team can really improve so quickly."

Raven snapped out of his reverie and looked down again. "Alright, enough talk. Let's get ready for target practice. Shi Ding's almost done, let's finish this quickly."

"Stop bragging so much, you haven't even gotten a single kill!" Raven sneered, giving the order without turning around.

"Yes!" The three Lin brothers quickly dispersed, found their positions, and aimed their guns.

Raven's gaze swept quickly across the crowd below, locking onto a Bald Eagle team member who was hunched over as he retreated from his cell.

The man's helmet covered most of his face, but the exposed back of his neck was clearly visible under the light.

The muzzle of his revolver moved slowly, finally coming to rest on the man's head.

"Ready..." Raven's eyes narrowed, and he whispered.

Squeak—whoosh—!

A sharp, piercing whistle suddenly echoed through the prison area.

Those who were rummaging through the cell corridor below froze instantly.

A moment later, Captain A was the first to raise his head, looking around. "What? What's that sound!" His shout echoed in the empty cell, filled with surprise and doubt.

"Gather! Stop searching, gather! Gather!!" Captain A shouted to the team members who were scattered in various places.

Boom!

The two explosions were almost simultaneous, as two bullets shot down from a vertical direction, accurately hitting the same B team member at the junction of his head and chest.

The man was standing in the middle of the passageway, looking up and around, when a bullet pierced his throat, and he fell to the ground.

The B team leader witnessed this scene just a few steps away. His gaze shot upwards in the direction the bullets had come from. "Above! Above! Take cover, take cover quickly!"

late.

Da da da! Da da da!

Da da da da!

A barrage of gunfire erupted simultaneously from several different directions within the prison area.

The height difference of three floors made it impossible for the Bald Eagle team members below to see where the bullets were coming from.

The light from the rows of fluorescent tubes on the ceiling shone directly on their heads, drowning all those looking up in a pale halo. They could only see the silhouette of the railing, but not the position of the enemy behind it.

Teams A and B scattered like headless flies through the tunnel, trying to dodge bullets by maneuvering.

"Are you guys any good? You haven't killed a single one?" Raven blew away the wisp of white smoke coming from the muzzle of his revolver and jokingly said to the side.

"Don't shout!" Lin Feng locked onto his target and hissed, pulling the trigger.

Da da da!

One of the team members running towards Captain A was hit by several bullets.

Although the bullets of the QBZ rifle cannot knock a person down with a single shot like the Raven's revolver, the armor-piercing effect of consecutive hits at this distance is still terrifying.

The man was first hit twice in the back, and staggered forward. Then he was hit once in the waist and once in the shoulder, and fell forward, rolling on the ground and struggling to crawl toward Captain A.

"Captain, save me... Captain—"

"Hold on a little longer, you can try again—" Captain A bent down and reached out, trying to reach the teammate's wrist, but he only got halfway through his sentence.

Several bullets shot down from above, accurately piercing the soldier's head and throat, pinning him to the ground in a pool of blood.

The man's body twitched twice and then stopped moving, leaving behind a large pool of blood that quickly spread across the ground.

Da da da da! Da da da!

Before Captain A's eyes, the team members walking through the prison corridor were all being hit by bullets.

Some people were in a better position and weren't immediately knocked down, while others were just holding on with their level 5 armor.

"Retreat!" Captain A ordered decisively, his voice scathing. "Don't cross the corridor again! Take cover immediately! Retreat in the directions you came from!"

He made his judgment that forcibly assembling under these circumstances would only expose everyone to the open passageway, making them easy targets.

It would be better to scatter and escape, with each person finding cover and running away; perhaps a few of us could survive.

He took the lead and ran wildly along the wall of the first-floor prison cell in the direction he had come from.

After a brief hesitation, the team members behind him followed suit.

Da da da!

The sound of bullets whistling past their ears, relentlessly tearing at their armor and the last vestiges of hope in their hearts.

"Ah!" A short scream came from behind.

A member of Team B was hit in the leg while crossing an open area, and he fell to one knee.

He was still clutching his gun, trying to turn around and return fire, but a second bullet had already caught up and accurately pierced the side of his helmet. He let out a short scream and fell to the ground without moving.