Life Dungeon Game

"Where is Gast?"

The old man suppressed his voice and continued to ask.

"Gaster was taken away by that mech,"

The middle-aged man lowered his head. "We have no trace of them now."

"So, he ran away?"

The old man's voice stopped almost instantly. He reached out, stood up abruptly, and swept everything off the table, yelling, "Useless! All of you are useless!!!"

As books and electronic devices fell to the ground with a series of clattering sounds, the middle-aged man lowered his head even further.

After a brief silence, the old man took another deep breath, placing his hands on the desk.

"Contact the Rockwell Energy Group and tell them we will compensate them for all the losses of the Sky Beast, pay the compensation for all Rockwell mercenary soldiers who died in this battle, and we are willing to lower the price by another percentage point for new energy mining orders."

His fingers gripped the edge of the desk tightly, his palms turning white from lack of blood flow due to the pressure. "But we're at FBI headquarters, we need their help."

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man didn't dare to look up, and quickly replied with his head down.

"Summon the people of the Eternal Secret Sect."

The old man took another deep breath and looked at the middle-aged man.

"it is good."

The middle-aged man nodded again.

"Okay, let's go."

The old man sighed deeply, leaned back, and sat down in his chair.

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man turned around and walked towards the door.

"Call someone over,"

He had only gone halfway when the old man called out to him, "Clean up the office."

"OK,"

The middle-aged man nodded immediately, "I'll go get someone right away."

With that, he pushed open the office door and walked out.

The old man leaned back in his leather chair, gazing out the window at the quiet street under the stars.

The heavy curtain of darkness finally covered the city, but it seemed to be blown open by the stormy sea winds, making a fluttering sound.

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The scattered moonlight spilled into the silent city, and the radiance emanating from the enormous, pure white back flickered for a moment before changing direction and slowly descending.

Finally, the mech stopped between a row of abandoned, dilapidated buildings, squatted down, and placed its hands on the ground.

"Looks like we've arrived."

Gast glanced around, then pulled the young agent beside him and jumped off the mech's hand.

The mech then retracted its hand, stood up again, emitted somewhat unstable light from its back, and flew into the air.

"Hey, you're still alive."

A slightly surprised voice came from the side.

In the deep darkness of night, a voluptuous red-haired woman with a slender cigarette dangling from her lips slowly emerged from the dark street.

"Lena?"

When Gast saw the woman in front of him, he visibly paused.

"Why, are you surprised?"

Lena smiled and walked towards Gast and the other man.

The young agent instinctively gripped his submachine gun tighter. He knew that although the FBI and the Security Alliance were now cooperating, their relationship had not been harmonious before, and local conflicts often occurred.

Gast reached out and pressed the button on the young agent's submachine gun, staring at Lena who was mostly unharmed, then glanced back at the direction where the mech had disappeared. "Is this your hidden force?"

"Director Gast, you know my rules."

Lena took the cigarette from her hand and flicked the ash with her finger.

"So this counts as intelligence, right?"

Gast nodded. "How much do you want?"

"We're allies now,"

Lena, a cigarette dangling from her lips, watched as a black SUV pulled up behind her. "This news was delivered for nothing," she said.

She paused, looked at Gast, and said with a smile in her eyes, "Do you think we look like we can afford to maintain mechs?"

Gast paused for a moment, lost in thought.

Then he looked up at the black SUV and asked, "What's this?"

"I accepted a commission,"

Lena turned around and opened the SUV door. "I'll find you a safe house and an underground doctor."

She turned to Gast, "Get in the car."

"Director?"

The young detective turned to look at Gast.

"Let's go,"

Gast walked straight ahead. "No one knows the Storm Zone better than Lena from the Dead Tree Bar."

-

The pure white mecha wobbled as it flew into an abandoned factory area, the thrusters on its back flashing. It then lost its balance and, like a drifting leaf, began to sway and descend.

Below the mecha, in the silent night, the rooftop of an abandoned building slowly split open like a sliding door, revealing a circular platform below.

The wobbly mech finally landed on the circular platform, lowered its hands, and shut down its thrusters.

The entire platform began to descend rapidly, carrying the mecha's body into the small building.

The open rooftop closed again, and the silent night returned to its usual tranquility.

A steel platform extended from the edge of a certain floor, carrying a blonde girl with twin ponytails forward until it stopped at the chest of the mecha.

click -

The hatch on the mech's chest opened, releasing smoke that obscured visibility.

The blonde girl with twin ponytails watched this scene, her eyebrows...

He frowned and rushed straight into the cockpit.

Then she saw a young boy covered in blood walk out from the control panel, take off the bracelet fixed to the control panel, and slowly put it on his wrist.

He looked up and saw the girl with pigtails. Just as he was about to speak, his whole body leaned forward.

The girl immediately reached out to support the boy, but felt a tremendous force pressing down on her arm, and then the boy's tilted body pulled her backward together.

With a bang, she was slammed to the floor of the control room.

She immediately reached out and touched the boy's carotid artery. Only after finding that it was still beating did she breathe a long sigh of relief.

Then she tried to raise her hand to push the boy off her, but even with all her strength, she could only move him a little bit.

In the end, she chose to give up, looking at the little boy pressing down on her, "Are all you superhumans this heavy? How am I supposed to take you for treatment like this..."

Her gaze then paused, settling on the boy's bent arm.

Before fainting, the boy deliberately bent his arm forward to support part of his weight.

Otherwise, she might have been directly injured by the falling object.

"This guy..."

She turned her head away, subtly shifting the boy's body to adjust his position, placing his head on her soft thighs to make his posture more natural. Then, lying on the ground, she raised her bracelet.

"Please have the doctor come over immediately and bring all the medical equipment."

Then she looked at the boy's blood-stained profile, paused for a moment, and said, "Get another hot towel."

-

One night passes

As the morning light shone on the quiet streets, the clamor of gunfire seemed to finally subside.

People get up and wash up every day, then board the United Industrial Bus System vehicles with tired bodies.

The tents along the street were unzipped, and some people dressed in thin clothes emerged from the tents, which were still surrounded by snow. They held half a loaf of bread in their hands, yawned, and squeezed together by the bus stop.

A location near a bus stop is also a good spot; you can pitch your tent here and sleep in a little longer in the morning.

These locations are usually not up to the homeless and are controlled by gangs and security companies. If you want to set up a tent in this area, you need to pay an extra 'location fee' to the gang or security company.

If the location of the tent is within the property of United Industries, then United Industries becomes the party paying the 'location fee'.

Of course, this situation is more common in the Acre district, where seven out of ten public facilities, including parks and roads, have been sold to United Industries.

In the storm zone, however, this number is less than one-tenth.

There are many reasons for this outcome, one of which is the extremely dilapidated and worthless public facilities in the storm zone.

The obstruction from the Security Federation, a deeply entrenched force in the storm zone, is an even more important reason.

Lena turned her gaze away from the tents on the street and looked ahead.

It is obvious that soon all public facilities in the storm zone will become part of United Industries.

She has received news from her former 'comrade'.