Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

"Shadow, what are you doing?"

Zhang Zhao snapped out of his daze and realized that Wei Long and Luna were already looking at him.

Gu crouched at the very back, casting a questioning glance.

"What did you find?"

Zhang Zhao raised his hand, pointed to that room, and then pointed down.

"Five enemies are below."

Luna frowned slightly, crouched down and moved to the doorway, peeking inside.

Her gaze swept over the computer desks and monitors, finally settling on the perforated wall.

"How far?" Luna turned and glanced at Zhang Zhao.

"About twenty meters, and still going down."

Luna didn't speak, but her gaze lingered on Zhang Zhao's face for a moment.

How did you know that it was more than 20 meters away, separated by a concrete floor slab?

But she didn't ask.

"Is it possible to get around it?" Wei Long whispered.

Zhang Zhao closed his eyes, and the heat map unfolded further in his mind.

The five points of light below are distributed in a very regular pattern—four in the light and one in the dark.

The point of light holding a riot shield was facing the direction of the stairs, as if it was deliberately guarding something.

"No..." Zhang Zhao opened his eyes. "There's a dead end down there, and there's a guy with a shield right in front of the only entrance."

Wei Long clicked his tongue and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the gun grip.

"Then let's attack! Throw the flashbang in, and then the three of us will go down together."

Luna nodded; there was no other way now.

The three of them sneaked into the room.

There was no one in the room with the computer desk. Wei Long moved close to the wall to the edge of the openwork wall and listened intently.

Very light footsteps and low voices came from below. The content was not very clear, but at least three people were talking.

Luna followed closely behind, crouching to the left of Weilong, nocking an arrow from her compound bow.

Zhang Zhao was the last to enter.

Instead of approaching the openwork wall, he squatted down next to the computer desk.

On the Relink brain-computer interface heatmap, the positions of the five dots at the bottom are clearly visible.

"The one with the shield is at the very back, right opposite the stairwell."

Zhang Zhao lowered his voice.

"The other four are scattered on both sides, probably to provide cover for him."

Wei Long glanced at him, took a flashbang from his tactical chest rig, and weighed it in his hand.

"I'll throw a flashbang, then we'll all go down! Once we're down, don't hesitate, just charge! Those with shields, hand them over to—"

"Leave it to me!" Zhang Zhao interrupted him, drawing the Dragon Slayer sword from his waist and twirling it in his hand.

Wei Long paused for a moment, his gaze falling on the Nepalese kukri in his hand.

The blade is orange-yellow, and under the emergency lights, the dragon carved on it looks incredibly lifelike.

Are you sure?

Zhang Zhao did not answer.

He could barely feel the weight of the Dragon Slayer sword in his hand, but he could clearly feel the power surging within it!

Movement speed increased by 15%!

Heavy strike power increased by 150%!

This is the power of red-quality equipment!

"Okay!" Wei Long didn't ask any more questions, looked away, and put his finger on the pull ring of the flashbang.

Luna glanced at the knife in Zhang Zhao's hand, her lips twitched slightly, but she ultimately said nothing.

She stood up, drew three carbon fiber armor-piercing arrows from her quiver, nocked one, and held the other two in her mouth.

Gu squatted at the very back, showing no intention of interfering.

"Ready—"

Wei Long said something in a low voice, then bit the pull tab in his mouth and yanked it hard.

The instant the flashbang slipped from his hand, Dragon's thumb had already snapped open the safety grip.

Without hesitation, he flicked his arm, and the flashbang flew down through the gap in the hollowed-out wall.

The next second—

"boom--"

A burst of white light erupted below, followed by several gasps of surprise.

"Walk!"

Wei Long was the first to rush out.

With the M7 muzzle pointing downwards, he rushed down the stairs in two quick steps.

Luna followed closely behind, her compound bow fully drawn, the arrow tip pointing downwards to the left.

Zhang Zhao caught up last, holding the Dragon Slayer Sword in his left hand and taking a step up four or five steps.

The staircase is not long, about twenty steps.

Halfway down, the view below was already fully visible.

This is an extremely narrow area, surrounded by corrugated iron walls.

Four Hafk soldiers were struggling under the blinding effect of the flashbangs, while the figure holding the riot shield remained motionless in the innermost part.

Zhang Zhao's pupils contracted slightly.

The soldier was wearing a fully enclosed blast helmet, with goggles covering his entire face, so the flashbang had almost no effect on him.

He was holding a shield, with a Bison submachine gun protruding from the side of the shield, its muzzle pointing towards the stairs.

"Zhang Zhao!" Wei Long shouted.

"They're here!"

A beam of light flew past Wei Long's ear—it was Tu Long!

In desperation, Zhang Zhao threw the knife away.

The Nepalese kukri spun in the air, and the pupils of the Hafk soldiers behind the riot shields suddenly contracted.

His finger was on the trigger, but before the bullet could leave the barrel, the knife was already there.

"clang--"

The sound of metal clashing exploded, making everyone's eardrums ache.

The blade of the Dragon Slayer Sword struck the front of the riot shield, unleashing its full power amplification effect at that moment.

That composite riot shield, capable of withstanding bullets of any quality, shattered from the point of contact with the blade!

Shield fragments flew everywhere!

Hafk's shield-bearer's eyes widened in disbelief. Before he could even loosen his grip, the blade had already sliced ​​across his chest.

But it hasn't stopped yet!

The dragon slaying technique sliced ​​through the riot shield, tactical chest armor, bulletproof vest, flesh, and bones, finally pinning it to the vault door behind it.

"clang--"

Another metallic clang, sharper than the first!

The blade was submerged three-tenths of an inch into the alloy safety gate, and the handle was still trembling slightly.

The Hafk soldier looked down at his chest, and his body went limp.

Before Wei Long could even be surprised, Luna's arrows were already flying past his ears—

Three shots rang out in quick succession, and three Hafk soldiers fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, only one Hafk soldier remained struggling.

When Wei Long came to his senses, the last Hafk soldier had mostly recovered from the blinding effect of the flashbang.

He squinted and reached for the CAR-15 that had fallen to the ground with both hands.

The moment my fingers touched the grip, a military boot stepped on it.

"Click—"

The cracking sound of the finger bone breaking was exceptionally clear.

The soldier opened his mouth to shout, but Wei Long had already bent down and thrust his tactical dagger diagonally into his brain from under his jaw.

The scream was choked in his throat, and his body twitched twice before becoming still.

Wei Long pulled out his dagger, wiped the blood off the corpse's clothes, and stood up.

The surroundings fell silent, and five corpses lay sprawled on the ground.

Luna slowly walked to the three corpses and pulled out the arrows one by one.

The blood on the arrowhead splattered across the corrugated iron wall in several arcs, and she expressionlessly put the arrow back into her quiver.

"Resolved!"

Zhang Zhao looked at the Dragon Slayer sword on the vault door, walked over, grasped the hilt, and pulled it outwards with force.

"Clang—"

The Dragon Slayer sword emerged in response, its blade unmarked and perfectly intact.

This was the first time Zhang Zhao had used this weapon, and the riot shield was as flimsy as paper in front of the dragon-slaying beast!

He shoved the knife back into its sheath at his waist and turned around.

Wei Long was squatting next to the shield soldier's corpse, searching for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"Bullets!" Wei Long didn't even look up. "If a war breaks out, three hundred gold bullets won't be enough. It's good to have some spares."

He pulled two magazines from the corpse's waist and then picked up a Bison submachine gun and hung it on his own body.

"We probably won't need it!"

Luna stood up from next to another corpse, holding a bunch of keys in her hand.

"The vault?" Wei Long asked.