Life Dungeon Game

Chapter 163 The Assassin (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

The bullet, carrying a scorching heat, appeared directly in He Ao's field of vision.

There was no time to dodge. He Ao's brain worked quickly. In that instant, his super memory created a model of the bullet's movement and simulated its trajectory.

He Ao suddenly raised his short sword and held it in front of him.

click -

The hot bullets were splattered and crashed into the wall.

At that moment, He Ao also raised his head and began to move quickly around the room.

Aiming takes time, and rapid, irregular movements can disrupt the opponent's aiming rhythm in a short period of time.

At the same time, he began to quickly compare the scene in the room with the scene in his memory.

The body was moved because the knife had been removed, which is normal.

There was blood on the ground; it was blood left by the 'assassin,' which is normal.

The table shifted slightly because the sniper rifle had just hit it when it fell to the ground; this is normal.

There's someone behind you, and that person has been there the whole time; that's normal.

boom--

Another shot came from behind, but this time He Ao dodged it while moving at high speed.

He frowned.

So, where does the problem lie?

Everything in this house is fine, so where could the assassin be hiding?

Has he really gone into hiding?

What kind of special ability is this?

As He Ao pondered, a shadow slowly drew a silver dagger from its waist in the direction he was moving and approached his back.

No, that's not right!

Something's not right.

He Ao stopped in his tracks, and a silver dagger slowly emerged from behind, heading towards his neck.

Empty your mind, empty your mind.

Combat only changes the surrounding environment; it cannot add or subtract anything out of thin air.

The images recorded by the super memory, every detail of the entire room, began to replay in He Ao's mind.

From the moment he entered the room, like scenes from a movie, frame by frame was extracted and compared.

Even He Ao felt a slight dizziness under such a high workload.

The scenes in his mind changed rapidly, from He Ao entering the room and talking to the assassin, to the battle, to the assassin disappearing.

At that moment, He Ao's recollection came to a halt.

The instant the assassin vanished, a figure suddenly appeared in the room. He couldn't identify the figure, but his intuition told him that the figure's existence was logical and didn't need to be considered.

But 'he' is indeed something 'extra'.

The sharp dagger had already passed He Ao's shoulder, and the pointed blade slowly circled around the black hood, hooking towards He Ao's neck beneath the mask.

It is about to pierce He's carotid artery, and bright red blood will bloom like a magnificent peony.

boom--

In that instant, the silver sword tip blocked the sharp blade.

The shadowy figure behind him tried to forcefully leap over the sword tip, but in that instant, his mind went blank.

Mental interference

He Ao forcefully deflected the sharp dagger, and twirled the silver short sword in his hand, transforming it into a reverse-grip sword.

After eliminating all possible outcomes, the remaining one

No matter how impossible the result may seem, it is still the answer.

This 'safe' figure is the enemy.

The sword flashed past He Ao's armpit in an instant, followed by the dull thud of the sharp sword tip piercing flesh.

"what!!!"

He Ao exerted force and quickly retreated, channeling all his strength into his arms.

The shadowy figure, who had just awakened from the mental interference, was struck by He Ao's body before it could react and was sent flying backward.

boom--

The shadowy figure was pinned to the wall by He Ao, and the sharp blade swiftly pierced through his body, splattering bright red blood onto He Ao's arm.

Like a peony in full bloom.

He released the sword hilt, took a few steps forward, and turned around.

The somewhat gaunt assassin stared wide-eyed at He Ao, then pierced his chest with a short sword, pinning him to the wall like a rag doll.

He seemed unable to understand how Heo had seen through him.

He struggled to reach out to Heo, trying to grab him, but his movements became slower and slower until they stopped.

His arm hung limply at his sides.

From the perspective of hypermemory, his soul began to gradually dissipate.

dead.

He Ao breathed a sigh of relief and turned off hypermemory.

A tremendous sense of fatigue swept over me instantly.

He leaned against the wall with difficulty, took out three silver test tubes from behind his waist, and gulped them down into his mouth.

After finishing the three bottles, he rested for a while, and when the fatigue gradually subsided, he drank another one.

The battle with the assassin lasted only a few dozen seconds, but during that time he used mental interference three times and also overloaded himself with hyper-memory to compare memories.

This is a D-rank powerhouse in his full form, completely different from someone like Slanka who was just there to make up the numbers.

He Ao was not injured this time, but the reason he was not injured was not because he was strong enough to kill the assassin without taking any damage.

Instead, his opponent focused on a single, fatal blow, and every move was a killing move, which he managed to defend against.

The last ability, which affects common sense and reason and achieves 'invisibility,' is indeed terrifying. If He Ao didn't possess hypermemory, he might really have died here.

Once he had regained some of his energy and strength, He Ao walked up to the body of the assassin who had already died.

The assassin was rather thin, looking like an ordinary, haggard middle-aged man. His head was lowered, and he stared at He Ao with wide eyes.

He Ao used the bracelet to take a picture of the entire room, then reached out and wiped his eyelids off.

After that, Heo began to inspect his combat uniform and the items he was carrying.

The combat uniform is of good quality, but it's a pity it got pierced. I should have just stabbed my neck earlier; I was careless.

Handguns are worthless.

A mithril test tube, empty? This guy's really poor.

He Ao searched the room thoroughly and finally discovered that the most valuable items were actually the Gauss sniper rifle that had been dropped there at the beginning, along with a box of eight high-explosive bullets that came with the rifle.

He took off his cloak and soaked it in the hotel sink; it had been stained with too much blood and needed to be washed.

It's best to soak bloodstains in cold water to clean them. Hot water will cause the proteins in the blood to denature and coagulate, making them difficult to clean.

While the cloak was soaking, He Ao wiped the Gauss sniper rifle clean, then disassembled it into parts and put them into the container the assassin had placed there.

In the sniper rifle briefcase in the corner.

After packing it up, he went out and retrieved the large box that he had previously hidden in the alley.

He then put the assassin's body into a box lined with a waterproof sheet, and in the process, he found a badge in the assassin's inner pocket.

It was a silver wolf head badge.

As he pulled out the badge, He paused, then opened his combat uniform, which, inherited from Roy's father, also contained a similar inner pocket.

This type of inner pocket is not standard equipment on combat uniforms; it is a custom-made feature and is not found in FBI combat uniforms.

He put the distinctive silver wolf badge into the inner pocket of his combat uniform.

Just right.

Same approach, similar combat uniforms.

It seems that this silver wolf badge is the emblem of some kind of organization.

He closed the box, zipped it up, and washed the soaked cloak. After washing away most of the bloodstains, the remaining bloodstains were barely noticeable.

After everything was tidied up, He Ao picked up the walkie-talkie that was on the table.

These walkie-talkies usually have a recording function. He Ao pressed the record button and whispered, "..."

"Mr. Christos, meet me at the coffee shop at the back gate of our machine factory."

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"We often say that hard work pays off, and the more you do, the more you earn, but what is the reality in Dawn City?"

"All of you here work more than twelve hours a day, but the income you earn is barely enough to make ends meet. Your wealth is used to pay rent, credit card interest, and all sorts of inexplicable fees."

"Those who make bread can only eat the worst bread, those who produce shoes wear their own shoes until they have holes, and those who build houses live in other people's houses at high prices."

"Those who sell illegal drugs and run red-light district businesses get rich, while talented people die in poverty and illness in their beds."

"He who produces nothing has everything; he who produces everything has nothing."

"Is this the Dawn City you envisioned? Is this the life you want? Is this the dawn that the original builders of Dawn City envisioned?"

"Why can't we get higher wages? Why can't we own the products we produce? Why can't we be paid in accordance with our labor?"