The two soldiers were splattered with blood plasma all over their faces. The headless corpse wobbled for a moment, then collapsed with its armor in front of the table. Their rifles were constantly moving, but they couldn’t pinpoint the attacker’s location immediately. The ceiling, soaked by infiltrated pipe water, was in disarray; several panels had completely fallen off in the darkest spot between two rows of light fixtures. Suddenly looking up could easily dazzle the eyes. John descended from the top, holding his revolver. The sound of gunfire erupted. Bullets fired by the company dogs shattered the light fixture behind him, the flying sparks and arcs dancing through the damp room. The light flickered on and off. Before hitting the ground, John fired only one shot in mid-air, roughly hitting the left soldier’s shoulder. The other gritted his teeth in pain. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝔫𝔢𝔱 The gun barrel tilted, and the remaining bullets hit the wall. After landing, John rolled forward to the side, raised his gun barrel, and fired two shots at the soldier’s chin with the large-caliber technique revolver. Thick blood plasma and the sound of bone shattering overwhelmed the soldier’s partner. The last company soldier was terrified. He fired indiscriminately, most of the bullets were blocked by the corpse, and the rest were absorbed by the bulletproof vest. John was still lying on the ground. He grabbed the corpse’s legs and charged forward, directly toppling the remaining soldier to the ground. John lunged forward, turned Vodka’s metal grip, and smashed it on the enemy’s nose with force. The guy was knocked dizzy, cursing, unable to focus his eyes even before a black metal tube was pressed to his forehead. The bullet drilled through the eye socket, shattered the implant edges and skull, embedding directly into the floor. Blood trickled back along the crack. John retrieved a few grenades from the enemy’s body. He now had the information advantage and scanned the surroundings, spotting outlines marked by red data streams. The sniper hadn’t yet left the building platform but was on the move, probably trying to maintain a vantage point to prevent anyone from escaping. Fortunately, the previous infiltration cleared the scene, easing some of the pressure. Six or seven remaining soldiers were converging on this location, likely realizing there was a problem with the team channel and switching to a backup frequency. The headphones did not carry any new sound. He scanned the surroundings, seeing figures maintaining an indoor search through the walls. [Mission Progress Update] [Eliminate Plato soldiers 0/7. (Unachieved)] John left the narrow room. He tossed a few bombs toward the end of the corridor, and in night vision mode, he could see the parabolic arc and landing spots clearly. Countdown numbers on the bombs were declining. Soon, flames and shockwaves reverberated in the hallway. Half of the building’s windows shattered instantly, two soldiers slumped on the floor at the end, unmoving, while others began throwing flashbangs and EMP grenades in retaliation. John retreated into the room. This child was their primary target, likely preventing them from using lethal force for a hard assault. The downside was clear too. The soldiers blocked the exit, slowed the pace, and could simply call Plato Company for reinforcements. The hovercar would take no more than twenty minutes to arrive here. John dared not delay, he could only pull out his smart rifle to force his way through, but before stepping out the door... He felt a pinprick sensation beside his neck. [Hacking detected, Prosthetic Body restarting process...] John activated the scan, looked around, and saw a computer on the desk, its camera blinking, with a stream of red data scrawled connecting to him. The company combat squad definitely had a hacker. John immediately destroyed the computer. The enemy began tightening their formation. John ran along the corridor, randomly throwing collected bombs from the corpse, using the explosions and smoke as cover to reposition. He raised his rifle to shoot. Heatwaves and shattered debris brushed past his bulletproof vest and the walls. John stood firmly in the storm, continuously pulling the trigger at the red outlines, bullets piercing the smoke, ceaselessly targeting the enemy’s vital parts. The company combat group had professional protective gear. Going for headshots was the most cost-effective choice; transparent information was John’s only advantage to leverage, and he had to escape before reinforcements arrived. Otherwise, he was doomed. The left corridor was cleared in an instant, and a hacker hiding in the corner appeared tall and slim, not wearing heavy armor but a deep diving suit adorned with Plato’s logo. John fired a rapid series of shots without hesitation, immediately rushing towards the roof. He kicked open the iron door, tossed the helmet he picked up out, and heard a cracking sound... The helmet shattered into fragments. John darted out, firing several shots the moment he saw shadows in the scope. The sniper didn’t have time to adjust his aim and fell to the ground. John held his position, advancing while shooting and, after close inspection, didn’t forget to put a bullet in the head. He picked up the opponent’s weapon. [Weapon: Plato’s Banquet BI-06] John raised the technique sniper rifle, reloaded, and without lingering to search for magazines, stepped onto the edge of the building. The slightly moist night wind surged up along the mottled walls, causing his clothes to flutter slightly, exposing the bulletproof vest underneath. The company’s soldiers also had a plan. While John was clearing one side of soldiers and heading upstairs, they rushed into the room and carried away the hostage. John steadied his breathing. He watched as three soldiers, rifles in hand, ran through the door: One covering the target.