Delta: With wages in place, even the Demon King's top-tier protection is crushed.

"Go! Go! Go!"

As the demolition team, Zhongyi, YOLO, and Huihui chattered on and on, the central elevator zipline of the Tower of Babel carried the three of them all the way to the top of the tower.

But just as the three of them had slid halfway down the zipline, a very noticeable "gurgling" sound was heard.

Clearly, all three of them heard it, but they didn't pay any attention to it.

At this moment, all three of them were focused on whether the imposing street-side "sharp team" downstairs would follow them up.

In just half a second, Huihui, the first person to board the zipline, reached the central control elevator of the Tower of Babel.

Huihui was ready to fight the flamethrower soldiers and crocodiles. He held the giant wave in his hand and was about to aim when he was met with nothing like the luxurious decorations on the top of the Tower of Babel and the magnificent sky in the distance.

There were only two things in front of him.

First, a newly formed, fast-grown cement wall with a grayish-black, matte finish.

Second, behind the concrete wall, there is a Uluru with flames on its body, patting its head to put out the fire.

Huihui's pupils suddenly contracted. Because of the concrete wall blocking his way, Lao Hei, who was operating the machine, had no room to stand and started freefalling the moment he got up.

Huihui was shocked and blurted out an angry curse, "Damn it!"

Zhongyi and Yolo, who came up later, raised their eyebrows upon hearing this. They were about to ask Huihui if he had lost his mind, since he had said the wrong thing.

Before they could even voice their thoughts, or even get them out of their throats, they followed each other up the zipline to the top floor of the control room.

And clearly, they were seeing the same scene that Huihui had just witnessed.

The two men's eyes widened, and they both instinctively exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

Zhong Yi and Yolo's eyes widened. With no chance to maneuver, the two began to freefall, blocked by the concrete wall. The three of them resembled incompetent husbands.

"No!"

"Ahhh, it's over! Noooooo!"

"No!!!"

In the demolition team's voice chat channel, Zhongyi, YOLO, and Yangyang's desperate cries rose and fell. The three of them either opened their mouths wide, feeling powerless or desperate as they were about to die, and frantically tapped the keyboard in the hope that this action would save their lives.

Is this useful?

Downstairs control area.

Wang Zhongzhong, who had caught up with the others, was filled with murderous intent. He had only one thought in his mind: to slaughter them. He wanted to vent all the anger he had accumulated in the previous two battles on the other five teams. So, Wang Zhongzhong kept asking the two people who were catching up behind him, "They've gone up. Should we chase them?"

"I want to go up!"

"No!" Nanbowan shouted from behind, "We can't catch up! Let's go another way..."

Before Nanbo could finish speaking, Wang Zhongzhong, who was at the elevator entrance on the second floor of the control room, suddenly heard a thud and the screams and groans of a character falling to the ground.

"Huh?" Wang Zhongzhong was taken aback.

What the hell?

Why did I hear someone fall to the ground next to me? Is there something wrong with my head or with my headphones?

Wang Zhongzhong subconsciously turned to look at the central elevator entrance. He saw an old black man lying on the ground clutching his chest. Wang Zhongzhong thought he was seeing things, and just as he was about to concentrate and take a closer look, he realized he was mistaken.

Suddenly, two large, dark figures appeared in his field of vision.

Wang Zhongzhong instinctively realized, "This is a human!"

Just as he raised his gun to fire, the next instant, the dragon wielded by Nanbo Wan suddenly let out a powerful blast of air, accompanied by a "whoosh" as it shot out directly from the elevator entrance.

Wang Zhongzhong's pupils suddenly contracted.

A thought flashed through his mind instantly—the opponent wasn't playing by the rules!

He instinctively drew his gun to fire, but the dragon's exhaust was not so easy to follow. Nanbowan's dragon flashed past his field of vision. Just as he drew his gun to fire, Nanbowan's dragon did not shoot out, but instead got stuck on the computer desk directly above the central control unit.

Wang Zhongzhong has just fired the first bullet.

They haven't hit Nanbowan yet.

But Nanbowan's dragon let out a scream. He, who had been standing steadily just moments before, instantly became a corpse, and the corpse quickly disappeared, revealing a bright orange box in Wang Zhongzhong's field of vision.

Wang Zhongzhong was stunned.

I was completely dumbfounded.

He opened his mouth wide, glanced at the Dragon Box that had just died in front of him, and then turned to look at the old black box neatly arranged in the elevator shaft behind him, as well as another box that he hadn't been able to see clearly and didn't know what kind of operator it was.

Wang Zhongzhong swallowed hard; he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

This...this...is a windfall?

The three-year-old arrived in a hurry. He was stunned when he saw Wang Zhongzhong standing in front of him and the box on the central control computer desk.

"My hair?"

The three-year-old blurted out a gasp of surprise, clearly not knowing what it meant.

He had just heard a hissing sound from a dragon and thought Wang Zhongzhong had been killed, but now he heard Wang Zhongzhong fire a shot, and the dragon was eliminated.

Dude... what happened?

Could it be that Wang Zhongzhong was shot dead by Wei Long in mid-air just now?

At that moment, Nanbowan, who had just finished administering the medication, arrived at the entrance of the Zhongkong Ocean side and asked in a panic:

"What happened?"

"It's not just the two of you talking!"

"Why was the Dragon engine suddenly revving? And I didn't hear the zipline coming down either?"

"And they came down, why didn't they fight?"

Nanbowan's urging pulled the shocked Wang Zhongzhong out of his daze. He swallowed hard and said, "Um... Nanbowan, come up and take a look yourself."

"Should I come up and take a look myself?" Nanbowan asked, puzzled, but quickly approached Zhongkong Wang Zhongzhong. He had just been about to ask what he wanted to see.

The next moment, I saw two boxes in the elevator shaft and a box on the computer desk.

"My hair?"

Nanbowan also widened his eyes and exclaimed in surprise, feeling as if his mind had gone blank.

"Wait, what does this mean? Why are there three boxes? What happened?"

Wang Zhongzhong, his face flushed with excitement, exclaimed, "Who cares what happened? I know now, who says there's no such thing as a free lunch?"

"Now I'll ask you, what is this?"

"I just arrived at the control room and saw a dragon fly right past my face, and then... there were three boxes in front of me."

Wang Zhongzhong couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.

Nanbo Wan and Yangyang were also infected by Wang Zhongzhong's laughter, and their faces gradually became more unrestrained.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Could this be considered a turnaround for us?"

"My God, three boxes delivered to my door for free? This is awesome!"

This ordeal has made the Roadside Sharp Team temporarily forget everything they experienced in the previous two rounds. If anyone could see what the three of them are going through now and not laugh, they could definitely be diagnosed with depression.

"Why did they just fall like that?"

"Who cares, let's eat first, brothers!"

Urged on by Nanbowan, the three members of the roadside team completely forgot their thoughts and wholeheartedly enjoyed the feast that had fallen into their laps.

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