Life Dungeon Game

The old man leaned back on the sofa and snorted coldly.

To tell a stranger about one's own family affairs without any reservations is beyond foolishness.

"But he is, after all, your son, isn't he?"

Yalide placed the decanter on the bar and walked over with a smile.

He sat opposite the old man and said, "You are still here now, and you can still protect him, but what if one day you are gone? Who will protect him then? He has already been drawn into the vortex of power, enjoying wealth and luxury, so naturally he cannot retire to live as an ordinary person..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but he knew the old man had understood what he meant.

"So you asked me to come here today to tell me all this?"

The old man looked at him calmly.

He was neither angry nor did he storm off; instead, he quietly watched Yarid.

Like an old but still strong animal.

The fox is watching a lively but weak young fox.

“It seems you’ve already guessed my purpose, so I’ll be frank,” Yalid smiled, leaning back on the sofa.

"Mr. Flock, what do you think of the position of Chairman of the Board of Nolanca Group? Only the ultimate power can protect your family."

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Upon hearing Yalid's words, the old man shook his head and slowly stood up.

Yalid knew that the old fox in front of him was not easy to fool, so he slowly got up and pressed a switch on his bracelet.

A heavy door opened from the bookshelf beside it, revealing a deep, downward staircase.

"Mr. Floch, would you be interested in coming in with me to see some 'little toys'?"

Yalid squinted at the old man.

"I'm not interested in what you stole from the armory."

The old man shook his head and turned to leave.

"Perhaps there's something else that interests you?"

Yalid laughed.

The old man kept turning around, but didn't take a single step.

"Oh."

The old man stared at Yalid.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Both of them are foxes, so they can naturally understand each other's meaning.

Yalid led the old man down the stairs step by step, and after passing through a dark and deep corridor, the two arrived at a spacious and bright basement.

People in uniforms without insignia were busy loading small weapons and equipment.

“We have already bought the entire building,” Yalid explained calmly. “We have also opened up the interior of the building, so when the time is right, all these weapons and equipment can be raised directly from underground to the top floor.”

"So you're planning to use these things to attack the city defense forces' special forces?"

The old man asked calmly.

This statement points out two problems with Yalide.

First, these weapons are not powerful enough, and it is almost impossible for them to break through the defenses of the city's special forces squad.

Secondly, and more deeply, Yarid hinted last night that the city garrison wouldn't interfere, but today the city garrison has completely sealed off the city and sent people to protect Heo. The city garrison didn't side with them or choose to ignore it; instead, they played both sides, maintaining a balance.

This is tantamount to questioning Yalid's capabilities.

This kind of questioning is the most serious, which is why the old man did not directly agree to cooperate with Yalide.

Yalide did not demonstrate the value it should have.

“These things alone are not enough.”

Yalid chuckled softly and led the old man to the end of the basement, to a huge metal door.

YALID's use of biometrics opened this door.

As the door slowly opened to both sides, a huge steel-framed shaft came into view.

In the very center of this shaft stands a massive mechanical construct.

"This is?"

The old man opened his mouth slightly, staring blankly at the mechanical creation.

“If Vian dies at its hands,” Yalid looked at the old man, “Mr. Flock, do you think the city garrison will have any other choice?”

"Why are you so determined to kill Vian?"

The old man paused for a moment, then asked softly.

"Mr. Flock, what Vian is doing now, and what his future holds..."

The things that need to be done not only concern the Nord and Nolanca conglomerates, but also all the conglomerates in the Federation, and the fate of the entire Federation.”

The enormous, beautiful mechanical creation was reflected deep in Yalid's pupils, appearing unusually cold. "Every wildfire starts from a tiny spark, so we must extinguish all sparks. No matter what, Vian must die. His position is too special. If he lives, he will continue to affect others and the stability of the entire Federation order."

“This is not my opinion,” Yalide turned to the old man beside him. “I am just an executor. The words I just said were told to me by the chairman of the board of directors.”

“That Mr. Pierpont?” The old man paused, looking at the enormous mechanical construct. “It seems you’ve been planning this for a long time, but this thing clearly can’t break through the special forces’ defenses before the city’s reinforcements arrive.”

“Yes,” Yalid sighed softly, then smiled, “but the city guards can only protect Wei’an’s residence, not his personal bodyguards.”

“Vian wouldn’t be foolish enough to leave his own villa.”

The old man said calmly.

“But what if he has to go out?” Yalid turned his gaze from the steel-framed shaft.

“Mr. Floch, Kyle, who killed Vian’s parents, has arrived in Kaya City. And the ‘masked man Chaos’ who has recently caused a great commotion in Kaya City happens to be Kyle’s ‘adopted son.’ Do you think that Chaos’s choice to come to Kaya City at this time was unintentional? If he did something…”

Mr. Flock, do you think Vian will let the murderer who killed his parents continue to go unpunished?

Although I don't know how he survived the explosion, Lady Luck never smiles on the same lucky person twice.

Yalid's gaze was fixed on the old man's face, and a cold smile slowly crept onto his lips.

“This is a dead end, Mr. Flock, Vian has no choice.”

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Chapter 247 Adam Type 2 (Please add to your favorites, subscribe, and vote with monthly tickets)

"The voting for the mayoral election in Dawn City will end at midnight tonight. The entire voting process will use a combination of artificial intelligence and manual verification. The results of the AI ​​vote count will be available around 2 a.m., while the results of the manual verification will be available by noon tomorrow."

He looked up at the news on TV, then looked down and continued to look at the suspected trajectory reports of the parts compiled by Eve. These reports included not only the movement of suspected parts, but also speculations about the movement trajectories of some light weapons.

He Ao activated his super memory and sorted through the dense lines.

Just then, a soft sound like a drop of water reached his ears.

This is the notification sound he set.

The sound of this notification indicates that the new mech has been welded.

He closed the tablet, turned off Super Memory, and went down to the basement again.

A brand new, silver-gray mech came into his view.

Because of the use of some high-strength materials, this mech is wider than the original Adam 1, and looks more powerful and heavy overall, like a fierce general conquering the battlefield.

However, overall, many remnants of the Adam 1 type can still be seen.

Based on the Adam 1 model, Heo also added some hidden external interfaces to this mech, making it convenient to connect other devices.

Strictly speaking, this mech is quite different from the Adam 1; it's a completely new model.

He named the mech Adam 2 and sealed its design in Eve's database.

He walked step by step to the huge mech, slowly raised his hand, and a mechanical arm picked up the miniature fusion reactor from the safety control panel and placed it in his hand.

He glanced at the reactor, which was shimmering with a faint silver light, and pressed it into the notch in the center of the Adam 2 breastplate.

The moment the miniature fusion reactor was pressed in, beams of brilliant light emanated from the Adam 2, eventually converging on the mech's eyes, emitting a faint silver glow.

He Ao took two steps back, staring at the tall and imposing mecha.

At this moment, the mecha seemed to possess a life of its own.

He pressed a button on the control panel, and the entire silver-gray mech shrank again, the pieces of metal combining to form a silver-gray briefcase.

This suitcase is more bulky than the previous Adam 1, but it still looks like an ordinary suitcase.

He reached out and grasped the handle of the suitcase, slowly lifting it up. Although it was a bit difficult, it wasn't to the point where he couldn't lift it or move around after lifting it.

He looked back at the spacious laboratory one last time, then picked up his suitcase and went upstairs.

It was already close to evening, and the city's special forces had arrived long ago and set up defenses around the villa.

The rain was still falling from the sky.

The sound of rain pattering against the window drifted in.

He placed the suitcase on the living room floor and then continued to look through the trajectory report that Eve had submitted to him.

There were many people talking on the second floor; they were the executives that He Ao had summoned, and they were discussing agricultural investments.

Lina and Dan

Ni was among them.

Because of the lack of land resources, the federal agriculture and livestock industry are built in custom-built agricultural and livestock buildings.

Crops are cultivated on different floors using a special culture solution, and sunlight is introduced to the plants using special optical equipment, relying on the building's unique architectural structure.

The wheat, melons, and other grains that the Federation currently grows are mostly genetically modified plants. For example, wheat, with proper cultivation conditions, can be harvested in about 40-50 days and can be sown in all four seasons.

The straw and roots of plants left over after the harvest can also be used for extracting medicinal ingredients and making livestock feed.