Chapter 325: Chapter 244: Resurrection Coin Players

The battle in District D47 was drawing to its grim end, with voices over the intercom disappearing one after another until only silence remained.

It was like the final scene of a war movie, with the sound of gunfire outside the building gradually ceasing, leaving nothing behind.

However, this was Prison Planet, not a battlefield.

The prison guards were not soldiers sent to the front lines, but rather those who had grown tired of the endless interstellar wars and used their connections to come to this desolate planet to retire.

The last guard picked up his shotgun, and after several unsuccessful calls, he stood up and looked out the window.

He was on the 12th floor of an abandoned building. It had been quiet below for a long time, the inmates of District D47 had settled down, and what caught his eye were the bodies strewn along the street.

Then came the buzzing of the Hive’s wings from afar.

It reminded him of a live broadcast he had listened to when the crew in District D17 had witnessed a similar scene, mistaking the approaching drones for bats.

At that time, the guard was eating instant noodles. He glanced up, and then he heard gunfire.

"Bang—"

Just like now.

The symbolically raised gun fell to the ground, and he collapsed, blood spreading across the floor.

It seemed that coming to Prison Planet to be a guard had not been the right decision.

In his last moments of consciousness, the guard thought that he was destined not to become the protagonist of those war movies.

He could have made better choices, such as joining the Strategic Intelligence Department of the company. Although it was also military-related, he would only have to hold down the rear.

What a pity, he had left in such a hurry that he didn’t finish his instant noodles.

And there was the bubble wine he had struggled to have sent to Prison Planet, a rarity acquired through the company’s secret channels.

The floor was so cold, and there was a musty smell.

Huh?

Wasn’t this final moment stretching a bit too long?

To clear up this question, the fallen guard opened his eyes again. He saw the bloodstain on the floor, indicating that he must have been shot in the head, which should mean death. No need for a military academy to know that getting shot in the head results in death, much the same way a recent expert study revealed that eating effectively alleviates hunger.

So, the fallen guard once again peacefully closed his eyes.

The floor was still cold.

The sound of drone flights approached his ears once more; the reapers from the skies were closing in on him again.

"Bang—!"

"Are you f**king kidding me? Do you have a problem in the head? I’ve already been shot in the head!"

The enraged guard sat up abruptly, gesturing furiously at the drone that had just flown above him and swearing.

On the battlefield, it is unnecessary to shoot someone who has been shot in the head again. It not only wastes ammunition but also shows utter disrespect for the dead.

It’s like spraying paint on a corpse in a shooting game.

Upon hearing his angry curse, another drone approached him.

"Bang—!"

It was the third gunshot, but this time, the guard didn’t even bother to fall down; in a fit of extreme rage, he grabbed the shotgun from the ground, used it like a baseball bat, and sent the corpse-whipping bastard flying several meters away.

The small drone tumbled across the ground and then belched a plume of blue smoke, completely losing its ability to operate.

"Huh?"

The guard was utterly shocked.

Somewhat disbelieving, he looked down at his own hands.

The gun was smeared with blood, and fresh brains splattered on it, but he truly had grabbed the shotgun and even managed to shoot down the drone.

He felt he had been dead for a while, and what lingered here was his soul enraged by the desecration of his corpse.

On his homeworld, there was a religion that believed death was merely the disappearance of the physical body, while the human soul continued to exist, wandering somewhere in the world until the day it was completely forgotten.

However, when the prison guards looked at the ground, they couldn’t find their bodies anywhere.

Could it be...

At that moment between life and death, he had finally activated Golden Finger and become a character similar to the protagonist in "Edge of Tomorrow"?

The first thing he had to do was to deal with the Specters that had invaded the prison, during the infinite cycle of death and resurrection.

But soon, the prison guards realized they might not be the only ones playing the main character’s role.

The familiar voices came through the two-way radios lying on the ground, all speaking of the same occurrence.

— "Hey, brothers and sisters, I just got shot in the head, but now I’m alive again."

— "The prisoners are also alive."

Although they couldn’t fathom the principle behind their resurrection, they were astonished to find that they were coming back to life much faster than in shooting games with infinite respawns. In those games, after dying, they had to wait five seconds to respawn; here, they didn’t even have the chance to fall.

However, everything in front of their eyes seemed to be a form of spectral contamination.

When they looked outside the building, they even saw prisoners dragging their own entrails and smacking at drones with metal rods amidst a cycle of life and death.

Even with a KDA as tragically bad as 0/20/0, the prisoners were still in high spirits.

"These drones are almost done for!"

They exclaimed excitedly, even though the iron rods they were brandishing hadn’t so much as touched a drone.

This undoubtedly triggered memories among the prison guards, inadvertently bringing them closer together.

In the shooting competitions organized by the prison, it was the same; even if they couldn’t at all see where the enemies were, not even knowing how they got headshot, they would still firmly shout "massacre" to boost morale.

The prison guards could never have dreamed that one day they would stand shoulder to shoulder with the most vicious criminals in the prison to fight against a group of killer drones that had come out of nowhere.

Meanwhile, at the other end of Sector D47, this unbelievable phenomenon brought the operation of the Specters to a standstill.

Five minutes ago, the data had shown that all 141 people, including the support prison guards, had been eliminated.

As they were preparing to move to the hidden area of the sector according to the plan, the number on the electronic screen eerily jumped from 0 to 141.

This was a spectacle they had never experienced on the battlefield.

Their first instinct was that it was a jamming signal released by Judge, but the thermal imaging equipment on the Hive drones detected real life signs.

Then an even stranger situation occurred.

The number on the screen began to fluctuate between 139 and 141 at a dizzying rate.

A silence fell over the team; even these top hunters from across the stars were at a loss for a moment on how to handle this.

Why were there people who couldn’t be killed?

"You guys..."

Finally, someone tried to break the silence, "Do you remember how many Hive killed?"

A long silence was the response.

The Hive drones had killed many people in Sector D47, far more than 141.

But these 141 seemed to have come prepared.

It was unknowable how many Resurrection Coins they had with them.

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