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"Hmph! You sneaky fellow, seeing you rush in like this in such an environment would make any ordinary person's reaction be to shoot." Despite the words of their captain, the rough man who spoke still grumbled a bit, but ultimately the tense atmosphere eased considerably.
"If you've seen an Infected Entity that can climb ropes, you probably wouldn't be talking here." Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but chuckle at that.
However, it was clear that now was not the time for conflict. It was best to reach an understanding; after all, they were part of the Regular Army. The fact that they were willing to rescue members of the Field Trip Group made it hard for Yang Xiaoyou to push too hard.
"That's right, that's right, peace is paramount." After the atmosphere lightened a bit, a somewhat overweight man dressed in prison guard uniform stepped forward, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief while smiling nervously.
Judging by the situation, he was likely the highest-ranking official still alive from the prison.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mercenary, is there any chance we could leave in the same way you came in?" The chubby officer asked with a hopeful expression after some hesitation. Upon hearing this, everyone around—whether it was the arguing prisoners or others—fell silent.
At this moment, everyone understood the situation in the prison; it was completely surrounded and trapped. Although many preferred to hide inside the relatively secure prison and wait for rescue, having a backup escape route would indeed be wonderful.
It seemed that when the standoff began, Noah and Nobunaga Hideyoshi had already revealed their identities, so he regarded Yang Xiaoyou as a hired mercenary as well.
"The climbing rope has been cut by that sneaky fellow who ambushed me, and I don't believe anyone here has even a ten percent chance of climbing back up." Yang Xiaoyou stated without holding back.
Even considering his current physical condition, attempting to climb over that height difference of more than ten meters would be quite challenging.
Upon hearing this, many disappointed sighs filled the previously quiet scene.
As Yang Xiaoyou answered, he observed the reactions of those around him. For now, it seemed that the members within the prison could be divided into seven groups.
Without a doubt, the largest group consisted of prisoners. Among these prisoners, there appeared to be two factions: one group comprised mostly of fellows huddled together, totaling over a hundred people.
The other group consisted of about a dozen individuals who were isolated and guarded by armed prison guards—serious criminals. From their defiant expressions and occasional taunts, it was clear that if not for the firearms in the guards' hands, they would have likely revolted long ago.
Among them, there were several fellows, and Yang Xiaoyou was clearly someone who had killed before, and not just one person.
The remaining number of prison guards was around twenty, half of whom were armed with shotguns or handguns, while the other half relied on Police Tasers to maintain order.
If it weren't for the thirteen members of the U.S. Combat Team who had retreated inside, it would have been difficult for these guards to control the situation here.
Aside from these four groups, the rest consisted of just Noah and his team, about forty members of the Field Trip Group, and around thirty other civilians who had been rescued.
Among the thirty or so civilians who had escaped, more than half were armed.
Based on Yang Xiaoyou's understanding of the Corpses, the reason they managed to escape after gunfire was likely due to initially encountering the main force of the U.S. Military that came to rescue them; now they were merely a remnant after a chaotic retreat.
"Things have changed again. In my memory, there were only twenty-six survivors from the two schools' Elites, and it seems there wasn't such a large group escaping," Yang Xiaoyou mused, his heart racing.
However, since he had only heard some news after escaping the laboratory years ago, he couldn't fully confirm the specifics; at that time, he didn't have the energy to worry about the details.
"Regardless, shouldn't you all release the captain first? How about we leave things here for now? We are all survivors of this disaster; we can deal with other matters once we are safe." While Yang Xiaoyou was deep in thought, another member of the combat team took over the conversation.
Initially, that somewhat irritable Rough Man moved his mouth but ultimately said nothing. Perhaps he realized that Yang Xiaoyou wasn't at fault; he just couldn't find a way down. Now that someone else had spoken up, he obediently closed his mouth.
Hearing this, Nobunaga Hideyoshi glanced at Yang Xiaoyou. After seeing him nod, he pushed the fellow in his arms out.
It was only then that the tension between both sides began to dissipate significantly. Although the atmosphere of mutual hostility remained thick, at least they wouldn't start shooting at each other over a disagreement.
"Hey, Girl, your skills are impressive. If I weren't someone who doesn't bully women, I'd want to find an opportunity to spar with you," said the rough man as he glanced at Nobunaga Hideyoshi after their captain arrived, cracking his knuckles.
"I'm a man, so you don't need to mind. How about we practice right now?" Nobunaga Hideyoshi shot a disdainful glance at the other person, responding without backing down.
However, before anyone else could react, a scream pierced the air. "H, n! This can't be real."
Hiding behind Noah, Elder wore a face of despair, crying out in a mournful tone that made Yang Xiaoyou rub his temples in embarrassment. This was truly humiliating.
Taking advantage of the distraction, the provocateur quickly shrank back to the side.
The initial provocation was merely an attempt to gain some verbal advantage. With their captain struggling to hold his ground against the opponent, it was wise for him to stay out of it. Knowing he would undoubtedly be beaten but still choosing to step into the ring was not a smart move.
This U.S. Army unit had indeed undergone comprehensive training, but they had never experienced the trials of battle. Compared to Nobunaga Hideyoshi and Noah, their individual capabilities were clearly lacking.
The U.S. Army captain, who seemed rather composed, gathered his subordinates afterward as if discussing something important. Yang Xiaoyou also called Noah and the others over.
Unfamiliar with the situation in this prison, Yang Xiaoyou hadn't anticipated such a large number of people suddenly appearing, most of whom were prisoners. In this scenario, it was best to take things slow.
Accompanied by Nobunaga Hideyoshi, Noah, and the grim-faced Elder, Yang Xiaoyou arrived at a spot near the Field Trip Group.
He noticed several male students on the perimeter watching them warily and couldn't help but feel impressed.
When he met Luo Guohui, he realized one thing: the martial arts culture in the Chinese Empire was quite strong. Various styles of martial arts schools and fitness centers, along with associations that had spread from abroad, were almost everywhere.
In contrast to these activities focused on physical fitness, the government's management of firearms and shooting practices was exceptionally strict—arguably among the strictest in the world.
While incidents of armed robbery or even gun-related murders occurred frequently in other countries, any such event in the Chinese Empire would trigger a high-pressure investigation. Private possession of firearms was considered a serious crime.
Due to the intense martial atmosphere, several boys in the Field Trip Group had achieved ranks in combat Aspects.
These few stood resolutely at the outer edge, protecting the girls inside.
In a place crowded with prisoners, these vibrant students were somewhat eye-catching, especially with several dangerously attractive individuals among them. During such a high-pressure time, if chaos erupted, their situation would become quite perilous.
After all, the number of guards was clearly too few; it was already impressive that they could barely maintain order. Some hormone-driven fellows howled a few times, and the guards pretended not to see. The presence of a few capable fellows outside played a significant role in keeping the situation under control.
As for Feng Lin, who had just floated in like a ghost, she was now dazedly staying with Qi Menglu, showing no signs of anything unusual. From Yang Xiaoyou's understanding of her, it wasn't that she was intentionally hiding something; rather, no one had asked her.
At that moment, Qi Menglu seemed to be frowning as she complained about why Feng Lin had gone out alone without her. She insisted that being alone was dangerous and reassured her not to worry; everything would be fine.
However, the anxiety that couldn't be concealed in Qi Menglu's eyes made her words seem somewhat distracted.
"You're not worried about me, are you? She's with me; it'll be fine," Yang Xiaoyou remarked, her lips twitching slightly. The girl was a bit evasive, making it hard to know what strange thoughts were on her mind.
But if she truly cared for her now, it was better for her to know as little as possible. The memory of the blooming bloodstain on her chest and that tragic figure must never appear again!
With this thought in mind, a glimmer of determination flashed in Yang Xiaoyou's eyes. She then turned to Nobunaga Hideyoshi and the others and asked, "Do you think we should reveal the situation now? Or would you prefer to privately search for the entrance to the sewer to assess the situation? Also, Dr. Elder, do you have any intention of throwing yourself into the arms of those soldiers? It seems someone among them recognized you."
Later on, Yang Xiaoyou exchanged glances with the captain of the distant U.S. Combat Team. Although Elder wasn't affiliated with the U.S. government, he belonged to an American company; talents like him were undoubtedly one of America's core interests.
To put it bluntly, his individual contribution to the world outweighed that of everyone present combined.
"How could that be? They're just a bunch of rookie friends. Having more bodyguards isn't necessarily better. Besides, I won't change the conditions I promised you," Elder said reluctantly as he recovered from his frustration and shot Yang Xiaoyou an exasperated glance before casting a resentful look at Nobunaga Hideyoshi.
Nobunaga Hideyoshi felt a chill run down his spine.
In an apparent attempt to change the subject, Nobunaga Hideyoshi picked up on Yang Xiaoyou's words, saying, "I believe Aser's concerns are valid. In fact, I think it would be best to deal with these prisoners on the spot. Sometimes, humans themselves are the most terrifying unknown factors."
At this point, he glanced at the restless prisoners around him. Some of the fellows, upon realizing he was male, regarded him with malicious intent.
There were over a hundred prisoners present, and if a riot were to break out, it would be quite troublesome. Especially given the distance, some of them might manage to seize firearms from the guards or the other civilians.
When the crowd was dense and close together, if they all pressed in, a few could easily overpower Noah and his companions. No matter how skilled they were, they would likely find themselves in trouble.
This was particularly true in the narrow confines of a sewer.
In such a situation, it wasn't just about skill; it became a matter of sheer strength. A fellow like Noah, robust as he was, couldn't possibly exceed human strength by several times.
Without firearms and in sufficient space, he could easily handle a dozen unarmed special soldiers. However, if overwhelmed by numbers greater than his own strength, even having a gun would be useless.
Firearms were ultimately tools for ranged combat.
In the current cafeteria environment, they didn't have to worry too much; although the space was somewhat cramped, there was still enough room to move slightly. This was sufficient to fend off anyone trying to get too close. However, entering the narrow dark sewers with these prisoners would indeed pose an unacceptable risk.
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