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

The fire door was half-open, with a crack in the doorway, and the inside was pitch black compared to the brightly lit environment outside.

Captain A always felt uneasy, but after being angered by Captain B, he's now too lazy to think about it anymore.

Right now, all he could think about was how to deal with it if this idiot reported him to the Bald Eagle Association after they got out.

After all, he was in command this time, and if the mission failed, all the lost equipment would likely be blamed on him alone.

Perhaps letting him stay here forever would be a good option?

Captain A thought to himself as he cautiously checked the checkpoints, determined not to repeat the mistake he had just witnessed.

A sudden burst of gunfire was followed by a deathly silence.

The prison is now silent again, and who knows when another attack might occur.

Such an atmosphere keeps people on edge, creating a sense of suffocation.

Approaching the crack in the door, I cautiously peered inside; it was pitch black.

Captain A turned around. Although he was somewhat disappointed with these two team members, they were now his only remaining strength.

He glanced back at the two people behind him, temporarily suppressing the unpleasant feelings from before.

He gave the two men a look and gestured with his right hand, indicating that he was going to open the protective door, while the two men behind him would hold up their guns.

Team A members and Team B captain nodded simultaneously, each finding a position on either side of the door, leaning against the wall with half their bodies sticking out, their gun muzzles all aimed at the inside of the door crack.

Captain A took a deep breath, pushed open the protective door, and quickly crouched down, pulling himself back behind the wall to avoid potential gunfire.

The door creaked open, letting in the light from outside.

There are no enemies.

It was a narrow corridor that extended forward for about three or four meters before turning upwards. You could see steps leading up at the corner. The entire corridor was so narrow that you could only move forward in a single file.

It looks like it leads to the floor above.

After Captain A confirmed there was no threat, he stepped inside.

Team A members followed closely behind, and when Team B captain came in last, he glanced back into the corridor one last time before turning to the side and closing the door behind him.

The door clicked as it closed, cutting off most of the outside light, leaving only a thin sliver of white light seeping through the crack, allowing the three of them to barely see the path beneath their feet.

The light in the passageway was dim, and it took a few seconds for the eyes to adjust before the outlines could be seen clearly.

However, the adaptation process was much shorter than usual. The brain-computer interface's image enhancement function under low light conditions was working, and the edges, corners, and treads of the dark areas in the field of vision slowly emerged. Although the colors were distorted, at least the road could be seen clearly.

Captain A walked at the front of the line, using the muzzle of his gun to probe the way. The two people behind him held guns in one hand and lightly placed their other hands on the shoulders of the person in front of him to prevent them from getting separated.

Captain A took a deep breath and focused intently on observing ahead. He seemed to smell a faint sweetness in the air, a scent that lingered around his nose no matter how he breathed.

He raised his hand and rubbed his nose with the inside of his arm to make sure there was no bleeding in his nasal cavity, then refocused his attention on what was ahead.

The steps go up, turn halfway, and then become a straight staircase.

The light dimmed further; even the light seeping through the crack in the door could no longer reach this spot.

The three people lined up and quietly climbed the steps one by one.

"..."

There seemed to be a very faint sound coming from the stairs.

Captain A immediately raised his fist, signaling the team to stop, and then listened carefully.

The two people behind seemed to have also heard something amiss, and they looked up through the gap in the middle of the stairs to look at the upper floors.

pat!

There was another sound, and this time it was clear that it was the sound of water droplets falling on a metal surface.

The sound came from above, traveled down through the gaps between the steps, and echoed in the narrow stairwell.

Captain A looked up through the gap at the corner of the stairs, but the angle was limited, and he could only see the edges of the treads of the upper steps and the metal outline of the handrail. There was nothing unusual.

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and waved twice to signal the group to continue moving forward.

Will the C team be here?

Captain A's mind is a complete mess right now, he can't make sense of any of the details.

pat...

A warm, sticky drop landed on Captain A's cheek, sliding down his cheekbone and leaving a damp trail.

He subconsciously dipped his finger into the drop of liquid, rubbed his fingertips together, and found it to be viscous and slightly hot, like some kind of semi-solidified fluid.

He paused for a moment, then brought his hand close to his eyes to take a look. The dark mark on his fingertip appeared as a dark reddish-brown hue in his brain-computer interface enhanced vision.

"What is this?" Captain A asked, looking puzzled.

Yes, he had already guessed that the drop on his face was blood.

Before he could process this information from the sensory level to the cognitive level, another scene had already crashed into his field of vision.

Just as the three were about to step onto the last few steps, Captain A, who was at the front, glanced up and saw three rows of shadows hanging in the gap of the next flight of stairs.

There were three figures.

They knelt on the floor of the next flight of stairs, their bodies bent over.

Their mouths were wide open, and their jaws drooped down, almost touching their chests.

Three pairs of empty eyes stared straight down, their gazes meeting Captain A's through the gap in the stairwell.

Captain A's mouth opened involuntarily, but he couldn't make a sound.

His pupils were trembling violently; he couldn't see the details of the shadows in his field of vision, nor did he want to.

But all the details had already been recorded and presented by the brain-computer interface before he could even react.

The jaw was torn off, the limbs were bent backward and crushed, the cervical spine was abnormally curved, and the chest cavity was severely collapsed...

Most importantly, the identification display showed that those three shadows belonged to Team C.

Captain A covered his mouth, feeling that the sweetness in the air was so strong that it was almost suffocating.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered something, called out the brain-computer interface, and checked it again.

The number of people online is still 6...

He grunted, swallowed hard, and his eyes trembled as he slowly turned upwards again.

This time he saw it clearly!

The three tongues, no longer supported by the jawbone, drooped and trembled in the air.

A very faint sound was squeezed out from the "mouth" of one of the shadows.

A word is almost the sound of air passing through the throat, distorted and indistinct, completely unintelligible.

However, Captain A was certain that he had understood.

"Help...me..."

The next instant, several cold lights, accompanied by a whooshing sound, crashed down from above the stairs in the shadows.

boom! boom! boom!

Only three or four dull thuds echoed in the stairwell, like something heavy hitting flesh and bones.

Then the hallway fell silent again, and everything returned to stillness.