Life Dungeon Game

At this moment, there are still three mechs in the air. Two of them chased after the off-road vehicle, and one ran away as soon as it realized that things were not going well.

The two sides headed in different directions.

When He Ao destroyed the mech squad, including the one with the red paint, he acted very quickly. Basically, the red paint mech only had a brief exchange with him, and the actual combat time was very short.

So the two mechs that chased the off-road vehicle didn't go very far, and they're still a bit dazed. On the other hand, the mech that was escaping flew at full power from the start and is now almost out of sight.

Without hesitation, He Ao charged toward the two mechs chasing the off-road vehicle. After dodging two hastily fired plasma cannons, his sword flashed across the bodies of the two mechs like a streak of light.

With two loud explosions, the pure white mech emerged from the flames and glanced at the fleeing mech.

The direction the mech fled was the same direction they came from, and at that moment, on the radar in the Fallen Angel mech's cockpit, a colossal object hovered in the air in that direction, its presence impossible to ignore.

The FBI should be there now.

A message from Eve lit up on the driver's side screen: the SUV had successfully blended into traffic and was out of danger.

He Ao piloted the mecha, gazing into the depths of darkness, like a streak of light across the sky.

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My name is Jiang Shouyun, I am 17 years old, and I am a student at Shilan Middle School. Oh right, I am also a retired Grim Reaper.

I get out of school at six o'clock every day, then I go to the internet cafe to bully the pushover Lu Mingfei, and I get home promptly at eight o'clock.

After returning home, do two hours of meditation and light breathing exercises, go to bed at 10 pm, drink a glass of warm milk before bed, and ensure you get a full eight hours of sleep without any fatigue or stress.

He tutors Su Xiaoqiang every weekend, skillfully defusing the rich woman's advances while ensuring the sugar daddy's happiness.

My dream is to maintain a stable life, and even my Zanpakuto says I'm normal.

Until that day, at Chu Zihang's invitation, I got into that Maybach. A guy who called himself a "god" stood in front of us, carrying a tree branch and riding an eight-legged horse, offering to grant us eternal life and power...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

This is the story of a worker who combines the powers of a Shinigami, a Hollow, and a Dragon Clan, starting today as a boss and exploiting others to work for him.

Chapter 796 The Sky Under the Shadows (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Director!"

The young detective drove his convertible SUV at breakneck speed through the dark alleyways, swaying violently as it sped along the bumpy road.

Behind this off-road vehicle followed a massive, towering black Hell Apostle mech.

At this moment, the mecha was like an eagle with broken wings, swaying in the air. On the mecha, a man in black holding a huge metal chain hammer was standing on the back of the mecha, swinging the chain hammer and hitting the joints of the entire mecha.

The howling wind in the darkness swept across the man's face, causing the damaged mech to shake violently as it plummeted downwards.

The mech struggled to use its back-mounted anti-aircraft gun to attack the man, but in the next second, it was struck by the man's chain hammer, exploding into several pieces of steel fragments in the darkness.

With the continuous attacks of the chain hammer, the entire mech became increasingly uncontrollable.

Finally, the mech pilot seized an opportunity, raised the plasma cannon in his hand, turned his back to the man in black standing on his back.

But the man in black seemed to have anticipated this move. He swung the chain hammer in his hand, and the golden chain, like a huge shackle, wrapped around the muzzle of the mech's cannon. Then, the man in black suddenly jumped down.

The taut chains pulled the flame-spraying cannon muzzle towards the back of the mech.

boom--

With a deafening roar, the massive mech exploded into a dazzling flame in the sky, and the black-clad man emerged from the flames, his long chain hammer swaying in the fire as he descended.

boom-

The man in black slammed to the ground, then put away his chain hammer and jumped onto the SUV that was still moving ahead.

"Director!"

The young detective glanced at the man in black, whose clothes were mostly torn and covered in bloodstains that shimmered with an orange glow, and gripped the steering wheel excitedly. "You're so cool!!!"

"Handsome, right?"

Director Gast coughed, "Paid with their lives."

He glanced back at the night sky where the flames had not yet died down. "Two already. If one more comes, we'll both be dead here."

"what?"

The young detective's expression fell.

Has the signal been restored?

Gast turned to look at the car's screen and asked in a low voice.

"No, they used some kind of signal jammer; the range was too large."

The young detective shook his head.

"It's probably military-grade,"

Gast frowned. "And there's more than one."

He glanced ahead, his gaze passing over the dilapidated road and the crumbling, shack-like buildings. "It looks like we're almost at the Storm Sea. They're deliberately driving us towards the sea."

"Chief, they're trying to drive us into a corner!"

The young detective, amidst the violent jolts of the vehicle, said indignantly, "United Industries colluded with a cult and attacked us. Aren't they afraid of an investigation by the Federal Central Committee? Have these people become so lawless?"

"Silly boy,"

Gast lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and said in silence, "We weren't killed by United Industries."

"what?"

The young detective was bewildered by this answer.

After a moment, he subconsciously said, "Although they've blocked our signal, Director, didn't you prepare in advance? You just sent out the distress message and details. If we die here tonight, everyone will know that United Industries colluded with the cult to do it."

"How can you be sure that I sent those messages?"

Gast glanced back at him.

"I clearly saw you send it out yourself..."

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

He realized the meaning behind Gast's words.

If they die here tonight, then no one can prove that those distress messages were sent by Gast.

"After tonight, those messages could be about the Eternal Cult using electronic technology to hack into my email and deliberately sowing discord between the United Industries and the FBI."

"It could also be that an undercover agent from the Eternal Cult infiltrated the FBI and secretly gained my trust, then used my electronic devices after my death, for example,"

Gast turned to the young agent and said, “If you’re lucky enough to survive tonight, then you might be the ‘traitor’ who gained my trust, and then be ‘killed’ by United Industries in the fierce battle between United Industries and the Eternal Cult.”

As he voiced his possible hypotheses, the young detective gradually quieted down. His back stiffened, as if he were feeling a chilling cold.

In an era where videos can be faked using artificial intelligence, nothing is necessarily 'real'.

After tonight, United Industries and Eternal Cult will have complete control of the city, and the 'truth' will no longer matter.

"But, but,"

The young agent said slowly, "Headquarters isn't stupid either..."

"Headquarters certainly isn't stupid,"

Gast, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, sighed.

“They will definitely send people to Winter to investigate; they might even figure out the truth,”

He exhaled a puff of smoke. "But, young man, the FBI is not a single, individual entity, but a whole made up of countless people. There are people in it who are at odds with United Industries, and naturally there are people who support United Industries. Don't forget who is behind United Industries."

Rockville...

The young agent instinctively replied, "That's one of the top ten conglomerates in the Federation..."

"Their procedures are certainly reasonable and compliant, but the same procedures, in the hands of different people, can even lead to completely opposite results."

Gast took a drag on his cigarette, stood up, patted the young agent on the shoulder, and looked around with a higher perspective. "When they took this step, they probably already had the preparations for what would happen next."

"So they're not afraid of anything?"

The young detective stared at the cratered ground ahead and muttered, "Are we all going to die here?"

“If they were truly fearless, they wouldn’t have kept blocking our signals,”

Gast smiled, his gaze continuing to carefully survey his surroundings.

The young detective was momentarily stunned, then he immediately realized, "As long as we can prove we are 'us,' and that United Industries is indeed besieging us, they can be vague without clear evidence."

Based on facts, but we cannot distort proven facts.

"They are still afraid of the federal central government; they don't actually have that much of an advantage,"

He said quickly, as if deep in thought, "Director, as long as we can escape and keep reporting the specific information, submitting our identity information, and forming a complete logical chain, United Industries will definitely be questioned and investigated by the Federal Central Committee. At that time, they will definitely pay a heavy price!"

As he spoke, his voice trailed off.

When he first talked about why United Industries wasn't afraid of the FBI headquarters, he hoped that the FBI headquarters' threat would make United Industries hesitate to pursue them, allowing them to survive.

The current analysis suggests that only if they survive can they truly 'threaten' United Industries and make United Industries hesitant to act.

"So, we have to survive."

Gast gently patted his shoulder, stubbed out his cigarette, and flicked it into the darkness.

"Chief, is there a problem?"

It was only then that the young detective noticed that Gast seemed to be observing something.

"Nothing, it's just that it's too quiet."

Gast looked up at the sky and gripped the chains in his hands tightly.

The attacks from United Industries and Eternal Cult had been intense, but they seemed to have quieted down after he destroyed that mech.

At that very moment, a huge shadow slowly emerged from the edge of his vision.

"How old are you this year."

Gast lowered his head and lit another cigarette.

"27, Director."