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

"What are you looking at? The guards and prisoners are all training, why don't you go join them?"

The door to the warden's office was flung open with a bang, and Raven swaggered in, his large strides making the floor creak.

Han Che remained expressionless, glanced up at Raven, then looked down again. "I have important business to attend to. Go ahead."

Raven ignored him, walked around the desk and went straight to Han Che's side, craning its neck to get closer.

Han Che was wearing a pair of goggles, the lenses reflecting tiny, flickering specks of light.

"What are you doing? What are you spacing out for?" Raven tapped the glasses frame with her finger.

"The space base map is live-streaming." Han Che said calmly, "I've never seen it before, let me check what's going on."

"Space base? Live broadcast?" Raven stared wide-eyed, looking completely bewildered. "Is this a VR headset?" Before he could finish speaking, he snatched the headset from Han Che's face and put it on his own.

There was no image in front of me, just a pair of ordinary goggles.

Han Che looked speechless, reached out to grab it, and said, "Give it to me!"

Raven raised its glasses, grinned, and took a step back. "Hey, I want to see too! Let me see! How do you do it?"

Han Che pursed his lips and sat up straight in his chair. "I seized these glasses from a player during a live stream. I then paid the system to upgrade their functions so I could watch the live stream."

"Then it's better to just play in the player world." Raven took off his glasses, tossed them in the air and caught them again. "You can watch it on your phone without spending any money."

Han Che got up from the chair, took a step over, snatched the glasses, and sat back down.

He put his glasses back on and adjusted the angle. "These glasses came first, then the player world came into being. You think I wanted to spend money to buy this feature? Back then, we didn't even have enough money to revive prison guards."

Raven didn't speak, but stared at Han Che, who was half-reclining in the chair.

He wasn't involved in the Tide Prison at the beginning, but by the time he arrived, Warden Han Che was already there to cover for him.

He didn't know what Tide Prison looked like back then, and he had no idea how Han Che had managed to stabilize the situation step by step.

After a moment of silence, the raven finally spoke, "You must have a lot of money now, right?"

"That's enough." Han Che waved his hand. "At least it will ensure the brothers' resurrection, no problem at all."

Raven whistled and grinned, "Awesome! That's great! I'll just lead my four hammer-wielding soldiers in a charge and feed them like crazy, since the Warden's got my back!"

"Dream on." Han Che glared at him and said irritably, "Go revive yourself, I'm not reviving you."

"Impossible! You can't bear to part with me!" Qi Yuzhe slammed his hand on the table, turned, and walked towards the door. "Hahaha, I'm leaving! You can see for yourself. I'm going to practice with Shi Ding and Shi Lei. Don't forget to let me know later!"

The door closed, and the sound disappeared.

Han Che shook his head and refocused his attention on the image reflected in his glasses.

Space base.

The portal was located within the United States, but Han Che wasn't quite sure of its exact location; it seemed to be in a desolate wilderness.

Because of the well-known brain-computer interface scandal in the United States, which led to UN sanctions, very few players from other countries have entered the map there.

Those who can get in are either top-tier clubs that obtain authorization through official channels, or local American casual players and small clubs.

The entire map is almost entirely monopolized by Americans, with the Bald Eagle Association being the largest player organization in the United States.

After being sanctioned, they officially reported to the United Nations that no members of the Bald Eagle Society had entered the country, but everyone knows the truth.

This live stream was entirely comprised of players from small American clubs.

Because the Bald Eagle Society is still under sanctions, none of the six teams participating in this event are officially affiliated with the Bald Eagle Society; otherwise, the United Nations would not have granted them the broadcasting rights.

But whether these small clubs are actually all members of the Bald Eagle Association is unknown.

But most importantly, even knowing that there might be people from the Bald Eagle Society, the United Nations will not completely shut down the US's player channels.

After all, the United States is powerful and has absolute control over a map. A complete breakdown in relations would not benefit anyone.

This is why the Bald Eagle Association, despite its long-standing sanctions, still wields such immense power.

The team consists of 6 teams and 18 players. On the surface, they are all small clubs, but they all use mid-to-high-level weapons such as the K416, Scar, and AUG.

Furthermore, every player is equipped with five heads and five armors, and their combat readiness level is maxed out.

This configuration would be considered the standard of a fully-equipped elite squad on any map currently available.

Furthermore, Han Che noticed that these people were well-trained.

Outside the portal, they stood in groups of three or three, with six groups spaced evenly apart, surrounding the portal.

But I felt they were even a little...too serious.

The helmet visor was pulled down, so you couldn't see their faces.

Without any commotion, they just stood there, relaxed yet orderly.

Han Che zoomed in on the image, staring at the paint scheme on their equipment.

There were no club logos on the gun, and the bulletproof vest was clean.

However, on some guns, at the seams between the handguard and stock, one can faintly see traces of stickers being torn off, with varying shades of color, and the remaining adhesive residue is still reflective.

This looks like a last-minute costume change; it's a bit too casual.

The comments scrolled by, featuring messages in multiple languages, and with the help of the system, they were thoughtfully translated into Chinese.

"It must be someone from the Bald Eagle Society, absolutely."

"Small clubs can't afford this kind of equipment. How much would a full set of five helmets and five armor pieces cost?"

"What is the US doing? Declaring war?"

"Weren't they supposed to impose sanctions? How dare they still broadcast live?"

"So what if they impose sanctions? What can the United Nations do to them? The space base is still in their hands."

This live stream attracted considerable attention, as both the Bald Eagle Society and the United States have been absent for a long time recently, and their sudden appearance on live stream naturally drew a lot of attention.

He also read the official announcement from the United States, which stated that the purpose of this live stream was to provide reference information on space base maps for players worldwide.

The current difficulties and environmental changes within the base serve as a warning.

The announcement was worded very formally and in a very polite tone, but judging from the demeanor of the team in front of them, it was clearly more than just a "warning".

It's more like showing off muscles.

Eighteen people, well-equipped, in neat formation, and well-trained.

They don't look like a hastily assembled ragtag club at all.

Moreover, the timing of the live broadcast, given the current sanctions, was far too coincidental.

Previously, there were rumors that American players had successfully connected with the boss of the space base and communicated with him, which caused a great stir on various player forums.

Some say the US has mastered a special map mechanism, while others say they are trying to recruit the map boss as their own faction, but the official response has been silent.

Han Che was skeptical that this sudden live stream was just a coincidence.