With the surrender of Alec and the fall of the right outpost, Caesar's fighters, after entering the Pompeii position, invariably turned to the right of the position, penetrated the defensive ring of the inner position, and approached the command post as if no one was in a no-man's land under the cover of two canine wolves and an armored robot...... The entire "Pompeii" has fallen into embattlement and total loss. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The horn of the Grim Reaper seemed to be devastated, but this time, the scythe of silence was harvested towards Pompeii. Joffrey's face was dead, but his eyes were bloodshot like a trapped beast. He fastened the buckle of his body armor again and prepared to make a final fight himself, but the moment his hand touched the activation button of the command post door, the ghostly figure that disappeared from the camera suddenly flashed in his mind.

A sniper, a sniper who single-handedly destroyed half of his position, is now in some surveillance blind spot around his command post...... Even through the thick iron door, Joffrey felt the chill of his prey being targeted by a hunter. As a mercenary-turned-outlaw, Joffrey was not afraid of death, but at that moment, he had a real sense of fear—the door in front of him was like a huge pupil, transmitting to him the invisible and unseen death gaze of the Abyssal Realm.

“…… It's over. After a few seconds of silence in front of the door, Joffrey's shoulders suddenly collapsed, he lowered his rifle, and said in a gloomy voice, "Surrender, Mark, don't make unnecessary sacrifices...... Surrender ......"

There was nothing left to struggle with - the commander was already locked in the command post like a turtle in an urn, and even if he could hide in it, the entire fighting force of the Pompeii position had been effectively cut off by Caesar's side. No one else could rush in to rescue him, and it was only a matter of time before he was captured or killed. After receiving Joffrey's permission, Mark was granted amnesty and immediately entered the password into the surrender procedure page.

With Joffrey's fingerprint confirmed, the surrender process of the Pompeii camp was officially initiated. The yellow faction flag above the central headquarters slowly fell, replaced by a glaring white drop flag. The sound of gunfire then died down, and all of Pompeii's remaining mechanical sentinels stopped moving, turned back to standby, and stopped on both sides of the road, waiting to fall.

The hustle and bustle of the camp gradually returned to quiet, the cool and damp morning breeze blew the birds in the forest, and the Pompeii camp, baptized by the smoke of artillery fire for hours, ushered in a new day in a cloud of rubble and ashes. The equipment and personnel reception was well underway, and after inexplicably losing all mobile equipment, two outposts, and half of the actual control of the position, the remaining Pompeii players chose to defend themselves without much resistance...... After all, compared to death, failure is not a fact that is too unacceptable.

Joffrey sat in front of the podium and stared silently at a corner of the surveillance screen before waiting for Caesar's side to take over the command - at the moment of surrender, the intruder reappeared, took off his helmet and "Pompeii" uniform, and generously revealed his sturdy and slender body and beautiful phoenix eyes in front of the camera.

This is a very young Oriental, this is the "Grim Reaper" who has just executed half of the "Pompeii"! Joffrey felt that the person in front of him was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen the other...... However, what puzzled Joffrey even more was that at this moment, even the slightest hint of joy and excitement could not be captured on the face of this young man from the East. After his anger and confusion, Joffrey had to admit that he had single-handedly turned the pattern of the battle upside down, but at this moment, staring at the culprit, Joffrey felt like he was looking at an out-of-this-world ghost.

“…… Who are you and how did you do it? Joffrey's unreleased fist clenched again, his teeth clenched into the monitor screen and muttered to himself. As if sensing the opponent's gaze and inquiry, the Dongfang youth turned his head and answered in front of the camera with his English lip:

"You remember me."

I remember you.

Joffrey's eyes widened suddenly, and he finally remembered where he had seen the other - this was the guy who had stabbed himself with his defensive claws when Commander Caesar first arrived at the preparation camp!

You should remember me, from the first knife at the beginning of the camp, to the last knife now. After staring at the camera for a few seconds, the corners of the young man's mouth crossed a slight arc of ridicule, and then he turned around and disappeared from the camera without looking back.