Life Dungeon Game

He Ao pondered for a moment and said, "A large number of 'mercenaries'."

Vera's pupils contracted slightly; she quickly realized what this meant.

A large mercenary force was secretly sent into Winter City under the guise of a merchant caravan. In such a dangerous and sensitive time, this mercenary force might be able to change the entire situation in Winter City.

Is there a certain faction that harbors a force capable of changing the entire situation, yet remains hidden and unseen?

"Which faction could it be?"

The girl lowered her head instinctively and asked softly.

"Which force do you think it is? What forces in Winter City could accomplish this?"

He Ao raised his head and looked at her.

There are only two forces in Winter City capable of doing this.

“The Eternal Cult currently holds an absolute advantage. If it were the Eternal Cult, they would have already taken action and eradicated United Industries.”

Under the boy's 'questioning', Veri lowered her eyes and pondered before speaking.

The autopilot system led the speeding sports car around the bend, and the dim, broken streetlights shone their light on the center of the windshield, illuminating the girl's low-hanging golden twin ponytails and the profile of the boy who was looking down at her.

"So it's United Industries?"

The girl didn't notice the change in light and shadow; her thoughts wandered further, and she murmured softly,

"So far, apart from the Sky Beast, United Industries has not shown any particularly strong strength. After the Sky Beast was destroyed, their apparent strength has become even weaker. Moreover, United Industries is also secretly plotting against the Eternal Cult."

"However, the Eternal Cult, which has an absolute advantage, has never made a move against United Industries, so they actually know about the existence of this mercenary force."

"The Eternal Cult doesn't have enough confidence to defeat this mercenary force and eliminate United Industries, so that's why we're in this stalemate?"

The girl paused for a moment, then said, "Time is on United Industries' side. If the Eternal Cult cannot eliminate United Industries, it will be completely at a disadvantage once the FBI investigation team arrives."

She was silent for a moment, as if asking a question, or perhaps questioning herself.

"So, United Industries won this 'match'?"

Her 'Uncle Vincent' seems to be standing at the finish line of ultimate victory.

She knew very well that the rule of the United Industries would not be better than that of the Eternal Cult, and that a monopoly would result in an even more brutal end.

"uncertain."

The boy sitting in the passenger seat gently shook his head.

"Ok?"

Veri looked up and stared at He Ao in surprise.

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Cloud Zone · United Industrial Building

The huge champagne bottle was empty, and scattered documents covered the entire observation table.

"If possible, Commander Lutz, I'll retain your electronic signature here. From now on, all security work at United Industries will be the responsibility of you and your mercenary group. Until midnight the day after tomorrow, all security forces at United Industries will be under your command, and you can take any weapons and ammunition in the warehouse."

Vincent calmly handed the tablet to Lutz. "Now, the security of the entire United Industries is in your hands."

"Okay, if you can hold on until tomorrow night, we'll pay you the agreed-upon reward. If you can hold on until the day after tomorrow, we'll give you an extra half of that 'reward'."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Lutz laughed loudly, "I love your straightforwardness, Mr. Vincent!"

He raised his hand, touched the wristband and the tablet together, and after verifying his biometric information, he affixed his electronic signature to the tablet.

"Happy cooperation!"

Vincent also affixed his electronic signature and the electronic seal of United Industries, then extended his hand to Lutz.

"Happy cooperation!"

Lutz reached out and grasped Vincent's hand. "Mr. Vincent's decisiveness and boldness are astonishing."

"Sometimes, prolonged hesitation can lead to greater disasters."

Vincent said calmly, "This is what Scone taught me."

"Ha ha,"

Lutz chuckled, then asked, "Leave this place to me now. Mr. Vincent, would you like to leave Winter City and lay low for a while?"

"Need not,"

Vincent shook his head, sat back in his chair, and gazed at the city under the night sky. "I'll be sitting here until this is all over. If I lose, I'll die in this chair."

Dark clouds had appeared in the sky sometime earlier, obscuring the bright moon.

"Have courage!"

Lutz smiled. "Mr. Vincent, it's truly a waste of your talents to stay in Winter City."

He sat back down in his chair and narrowed his eyes slightly again. "What a pity."

Vincent stared at him, his mouth slightly open, but before he could speak, the middle-aged man who had been standing behind him moved closer and whispered,

"Sir, we have surrounded the mayor's residence and blocked all communication signals. That old man Endil can't send any messages out."

He paused, then lowered his voice, "That old guy is just an ordinary person. Should we take this opportunity to get rid of him? We can use the chaos to pin everything on the Eternal Secret Cult."

Vincent was slightly taken aback. He stared at Lutz in front of him, but it also seemed as if he was staring at the seat Lutz was sitting in, at the spirited man who had once sat in that seat.

That seat once belonged to Mayor Endir.

"Need not,"

The old man paused for a moment, then said, "Surround him off, prevent him from having any contact with the outside world..."

He paused mid-sentence, lowered his head, and stared at his chest.

A sharp, golden dagger pierced his back, passing through his heart. Bright red blood dripped down the edge of the dagger onto the table and the bench beneath him.

"Sir, I have received your feedback."

A calm yet cold voice came from behind him.

Vincent didn't struggle or cry. He simply raised his head with a hint of surprise and understanding, looked at Lutz who was coldly observing everything, and gave a somewhat sinister, bitter smile.

"So that's how it is... Scorn was right back then... You bunch of... insatiable jackals..."

His voice gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

He died, he died in this chair.

The indifferent-looking middle-aged man withdrew his hand, leaving the golden dagger inside Vincent's body. He took off his coat, and the neatly folded white robe with gold thread naturally fell down.

"Sir Archbishop, please give my regards to the Apostolic Church."

Lutz stood up, smiled, and bowed to the middle-aged man.

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boom--

An old picture frame fell to the ground, causing the motion-activated light to turn on naturally.

The photo in the frame looks like it has been many years.

In this old photograph, four young people are gathered around a small square table, engaged in a heated discussion.

The young man on the far left is raising his left hand, seemingly expressing his opinion.

The young man opposite him pointed at the table, seemingly refuting him.

A young man sat between the two, taking notes in a notebook.

In the corner of the photo, another young man leans against the corner of the table, listening intently to the debate between the two.

Four names were marked on the four people.

The one giving a long-winded speech was Scorn, the one vehemently refuting was Endil, and the one sitting in the middle taking notes was Vincent.

And listening attentively in the corner was Jeko.

A hand reached out from under the bright light and picked up the old photo frame.

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Chapter 825 The Last Clue (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

“This is my father, this is Uncle Endil, and this is Uncle Jeko,”

Standing amidst the towering stacks of books, Veri looked at the picture frames placed among the books and explained to Heo in a low voice, "This is Vincent taking notes."

Then she turned her head, squinted, and looked at He Ao with a smile in her eyes, "Guess who took this photo?"

They had now returned to Vili's villa and were staying in the library left by Vili's father, which resembled a tower of books.

"There was no cameraman,"

He Ao glanced at the photo frame and said slowly, "This is a photocopied digital image."

"This is actually... huh?"

Veri paused in her smugness, her eyes widening in surprise as she stared at He Ao. She looked He Ao's face from side to side, then carefully examined the figures in the painting. "How did you know?"

"Just guessing,"

He replied calmly, "The people in this 'photo' are all too 'vivid'."

His gaze lingered on the four people in the photo, whose expressions were so lifelike that they looked even more 'real' than the photo itself.

In the Federation's digital painting community, there is a popular style of painting called "realism." They are enthusiastic about using digital painting technology to create paintings that are similar to "photographs" and take pride in their ability to "deceive the eye with their realism."

However, most of these artists do not actually pursue creating paintings that are exactly the same as the photographs. Instead, they incorporate their own understanding of the painting and the emotions of the characters they want to express into the seemingly realistic paintings.

While restoring the image, we should try our best to restore the 'emotion' and 'meaning'.

They often use special techniques in their paintings to modify the figures' movements and expressions, making the figures in these paintings appear more 'lively' and full of tension than in photographs.

Of course, some artists with a wicked sense of humor will deliberately leave some 'flaws' that are completely impossible to appear in real photos, in order to show that it is actually a painting.