Life Dungeon Game

A bag of bread flour isn't cheap; for Joey's former family, it was enough to provide bread for more than half a month.

He turned his gaze to the stage, where Christos had already begun his speech.

"Eight hundred years ago, Dawn City was established in the dark ruins. The builders of Dawn City and the builders of the Federation designed the Dawn City system for us, which laid the foundation for Dawn City's prosperity over the past hundreds of years. In that era of hardship and glory, our ancestors joined hands and supported each other to resist the encroachment of the wilderness."

"Back then, Dawn City belonged to everyone."

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Chapter 162 The Mask (Please subscribe, add to your favorites, and vote with monthly tickets)

"Now, as we look up, we see towering skyscrapers all around us, their golden splendor making them the most eye-catching treasures on earth, day and night."

"Of course, these buildings all have their own names, such as Anvis, Nord, and Hurme. Their prosperity can belong to any conglomerate, but not to Dawn, nor to us."

"Who built them? Our construction workers."

"Who makes them shine so brightly? It's the intelligent machinery and neon light boxes produced by our machinery and lighting factories."

"We created this prosperous city, but we have no glory or wealth to our name."

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He looked around, searching for a suitable spot to snipe.

At this moment, Christos is giving a speech in the very center of the crowd, surrounded by a dense crowd. Those in the very center are undoubtedly Christos's core supporters.

The assassin is only a D-level assassin. If he wants to kill a C-level assassin, or even just a C-level mental ability user, such a cross-level killing should be extremely difficult.

If he were to get close to Christos, a close-range attack would not only be easily thwarted, giving Christos time to react and causing the assassination to fail, but even if he succeeded, it would also hinder his own escape.

Furthermore, judging from the promotion process, mercenaries retain the ability to be spectators, and assassins will inherit the abilities of mercenaries.

This proves that the assassin was very likely a firearms expert.

Both scenarios combined suggest that if He Ao were in the assassin's position, he would definitely choose to snipe from a distance. Even if he failed, he would have ample time and space to escape.

He Ao's gaze swept over the few high points with the best views, then quickly looked away.

The best sniping positions are always occupied by people in security uniforms.

Christos's security team is not weak; they have secured all the locations in the area that could be used as sniping positions.

It may also be related to the numerous assassination attempts Christos has faced.

Besides these optimal sniping spots, the slightly less ideal sniping spots are also being monitored by the surrounding security personnel.

In theory, the security this time should be foolproof.

He Ao took two steps back and activated Hypermemory.

His gaze swept across all the surrounding buildings in an instant.

found it.

He turned off hyperthymesia.

Pulling his suitcase, he walked out of the crowd step by step.

The security personnel in charge of the area glanced at him, then looked away.

He Ao returned to the entrance of the Anvis Machinery Factory and turned into a secluded alley.

Joey has been here many times, and he used to play here often when he was a child, so he is very familiar with the surrounding terrain.

He quickly took off his coat and pants, revealing his combat uniform underneath, and then took out the black hooded cape and the... black and white mask from the box he was pulling.

He pulled the hood over his head and then hid the suitcase in a corner.

He then walked out from the other end of the alley, and by this time, he was wearing that black and white outfit with a strange smile.

mask.

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In a high-floor room of a small hotel across the street from Kerville Avenue.

A strong man in a black security uniform was leaning against the window, as if he were on guard duty.

His eyes were wide open, but they had lost their luster. His mouth was slightly open, and his entire face was unusually stiff.

A silver dagger was embedded in his heart, and bright red blood was slowly flowing down the dagger, but it was hidden by the strong man's body and not seen by people outside the window.

Hereby——

With a piercing sound, a man's voice came from the walkie-talkie on the table.

"A5, how's the situation on your end?"

A slender hand with prominent knuckles reached out from the side, grasped the walkie-talkie, and said in a slightly hoarse young man's voice, "All is well."

"Okay, stay alert."

A message came through the walkie-talkie, and then the connection was lost.

The man put the walkie-talkie back on the table, picked up a huge sniper rifle from the side, and began to quietly wipe it clean.

With his slow, deliberate movements, the entire firearm was wiped spotless.

Then he slowly raised the gun, its slender barrel passing through the arm of a corpse that had been dead for some time by the window, hidden beneath the man's dark security uniform.

tick-

Blood from the dagger dripped down the man's cheek, but he didn't care.

He slowly lowered his eyes to the iron sights of the sniper rifle.

His ability as a spectator meant he didn't need any optical aiming aids; his gaze was fixed on the man giving a passionate speech on the stage.

"The G25A1 is the most powerful Gauss sniper rifle produced by Ives Space Systems. When used with G18-18mm high-explosive rounds customized by Ives Space Systems, it detonates the moment it hits the enemy, and its power is comparable to that of a medium-sized Gauss cannon."

A slightly sickly, muffled voice of a young boy rang out behind the man.

A man's disguise can easily fool people once the distance is wide enough, but for someone with super memory who has mastered all the details, it seems unusually abrupt.

"Correct."

The man responded hoarsely, then abruptly drew his pistol from his waist and aimed it at the source of the sound.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt his mind go blank for a moment, and he lost control of his body for an instant.

boom--

In that instant when he froze, a gunshot rang out from behind him.

In that brief moment, he finally regained control of his body and abruptly turned his head.

The hot bullet grazed his cheek and embedded itself in the wall beside him.

If he had woken up from his paralysis even a fraction of a second later, he would have been blown to the head by that bullet.

The man woke up as quickly as He Ao had expected. The ability of a spectator would increase mental strength, and now it seemed that after advancing to the 'assassin' level, his mental strength had been greatly enhanced.

The power brought by the talent sequence is limited. The significant increase in mental strength proves that the man's physical fitness is not much better than that of the mercenary.

He quickly constructed a fighting model of men in his mind.

It was at this moment that the man

The man had once again pointed his pistol at Heo.

Then he noticed the eerie smiling mask on He Ao's face, and was momentarily distracted. In that instant, He Ao fired another shot.

The man didn't completely dodge the shot; he was hit in the shoulder, and specks of green blood soaked through his clothes.

The man was also wearing some kind of luxurious combat suit.

Between those two shots, He Ao had closed the distance with the man, and in an instant, he drew his silver short sword from behind his waist.

Clang——

The sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out.

The man drew the dagger from his waist and blocked He Ao's sudden attack.

The silver short sword and the hard dagger clashed together, and in an instant, a fine crack appeared on the dagger. At the same time the crack appeared, He Ao suddenly pressed down on the short sword.

The silver dagger exploded instantly, its tip shattering, and flew towards the man.

"What a sword!"

The man used the remaining hilt of his dagger to block the flying shards, then leaped to the side.

Mental interference!

In that instant, the man felt a buzzing in his brain and lost control of his body.

At the same time, Heo raised the thug's pistol, this time aiming not at the head, but at the man's heart.

boom--

In an instant, the bullet was fired.

The man quickly recovered from the mental interference, but this time He Ao timed it perfectly, and his super memory also built up a rough model of him. Because of his previous experience using 'mercenaries', He Ao essentially had a lot of combat data about the man in advance, so the model building was much faster this time.

This bullet was harder to dodge than the previous two. The man suddenly turned to the side, and the bullet pierced his combat uniform, entered his chest, passed through his lungs, and remained inside his body.

A mouthful of blood gushed from his throat.

Although he avoided having his heart pierced, he was still seriously injured.

He raised his gun, preparing to fire another shot, but in that instant, his vision blurred and the man disappeared from his sight.

Disappeared?

Stealth?

boom--

Just then, a piercing gunshot rang out in He's ears.

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