Delta Force: File Zero

It is 2045, the seventh day since Delta Force released its ultimate immersive mode, “Warfare Zone.” Eight thousand players are trapped, and 6,969 have been confirmed brain-dead. The number of survivors dwindles every day.

Ren Huang is no elite soldier. He is no special forces operator, nor is he the kind of ruthless fighter who can wipe out a squad alone. He works in internet operations. His aim is mediocre, and his reflexes are slow. The one thing he excels at is making decisions: when everyone else is panicking, he still knows which way to run.

But he can’t outrun bullets.

He can’t outrun Saeed’s suppressive fire, Reiss’s ferocious assault, Demulan’s electromagnetic pulse, or the two killing machines in Tide Prison: Raven and his phantom duplicate, and Gehras with his gravity field.

But he has a band of crazies willing to take bullets for him.

Red Wolf, a mercenary from Brazil, always charges in first and always stays behind to cover the retreat. Weilang, a retired marine, carries a magnetic mine everywhere and says he’ll set off fireworks even if it kills him. Hive Doctor, a Swiss combat medic, revives three critically wounded teammates alone in the smoke, then drops to his knees and says, “I’ll take a little nap first.”

Old Black. Uluru. Luna. Xiaowen.

Eight of them fought their way from Zero Dam through Layun Valley, bathed Brakkesh in blood, and stormed Space City. At last, they stood before the gates of Tide Prison.

Behind them were comrades who would never return.

Before them were two legendary treasures:

The Heart of Africa. The Tears of the Ocean.

They say anyone who gathers them can leave. Can reset everything. Can become a god.

In Warfare Zone, there is no such thing as retreat.

One volume of records. Six volumes of epic tales.

Witness