Life Dungeon Game

Just as the man with the cigarette in his hand let out a long sigh of relief, Hank, sitting at the table, suddenly put down the bone he was holding and said softly,

"What was the punishment I gave you last time for secretly wearing my jewelry out again?"

The man with the cigarette in his mouth stiffened, and in an instant, he bit down hard on the cigarette filter.

The room fell silent for a moment, and a sense of oppression gradually enveloped the man with the cigarette in his mouth.

After a long while, he finally spoke in a trembling, hoarse voice, as if someone had grabbed his throat, "Chop off your fingers."

"Speak louder, I can't hear you."

Hank asked calmly, as if he really couldn't hear him.

"Chop..." The man with the cigarette clenched his muscles, his whole body trembling as he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Chop off your fingers!"

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, the burning butt hitting the floor and scattering sparks like shooting stars.

These flames flickered through the air, extinguishing one after another.

In the end, only a faint glow remained on the cigarette butt, panting weakly, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

hum-

That was the sharp sound of a blade slicing through the air.

A finely crafted dagger was pulled from under the table, twirled in Hank's hand, and then snapped into the wooden tabletop with a 'click'.

"Will you do it yourself, or should I help you?"

The man stared nervously at the dagger, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His body seemed frozen in place.

They neither moved forward nor dared to retreat.

Silence enveloped the room once again.

Until Hank reached for the dagger stuck in the table.

bang bang bang-

In that instant, a crisp knock on the door broke the oppressive silence inside.

Everyone in the room exchanged glances, their faces showing confusion.

Hank, seated at the head of the table, lowered his voice, "Who?"

"A wanderer passing through the wilderness."

A hoarse reply came from outside the door.

This answer stunned everyone in the room, and even the weak people locked in the corner showed a hint of confusion.

These people outside are clearly trying to capture homeless people in the wilderness.

Why is there another one being delivered to my door?

Hank, who was sitting in the main seat, was also a little stunned. He slowly got up, turned around, looked in the direction of the door, and then gestured to the man who had just entered to open the door.

The man hesitated for a moment, but eventually walked over slowly under Hank's cold gaze and opened the door.

What came into their view was a man with a thin and imposing face, wearing a leather overcoat.

The moment Hank saw the man, he immediately shouted, "Shoot him! Kill him!"

The henchmen around him were taken aback, but they still instinctively picked up their guns and pointed them at the unexpected visitor outside the door.

However, because a man was blocking the doorway, they did not fire immediately.

Without hesitation, Hank ordered, "Fire!"

Everyone's hands trembled, and they immediately pulled the trigger.

At that moment, He Ao, who was standing at the door, had already slipped aside.

He frowned slightly, wondering why this burly man was reacting so strongly to his arrival.

However, in that fleeting glimpse, He Ao vaguely noticed that the burly man's features looked somewhat familiar, but neither his memory nor Ronald's memory contained any recollection of this person.

On the other side, although He Ao dodged it, the man who opened the door was not so skilled.

The whistling bullet pierced the body of the man who opened the door in an instant. He struggled to turn around, stared wide-eyed at Hank, and finally spat out some blood, fell backward to the ground, and died.

At this moment, Hank looked at the now empty doorway and gestured to the henchman at the front, who was carrying a gun, to go scout ahead.

The underling glanced at Hank, then cautiously approached the door. Just as he leaned against the doorframe, he saw Heo diagonally opposite him. He immediately raised his gun, yelling, "Die, you bastard!"

In that instant, the sharp blade pierced his body.

Immediately afterwards, the others in the room also fired their guns instinctively.

A series of explosive gunshots rang out in the room.

click -

The room lights went out in an instant.

A chaotic cacophony of gunfire, the muffled thud of blades piercing flesh, and a cacophony of noises instantly filled the room.

"Don't panic, go turn on the light, go turn on the light."

At that very moment, Hank's voice rang out, and he slowly raised his hand, his palm emitting a faint glow that illuminated the entire room.

What came into his view were corpses lying on the ground.

Besides him, the "visitor," and the person locked in the iron bars, the only other survivor in the room was a terrified henchman who had thrown his gun aside, covered his head, and huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.

click -

The bright light illuminated the room once again.

He Ao turned on the light.

Hank stared at Heo, slowly raising his hand. His palm opened, revealing a deep cannon muzzle, within which gleaming laser beams converged.

He Ao raised his scimitar, and with a flash, disappeared from the spot.

He always felt that this leader of the wilderness hunters, who was suspected of being a cyborg, knew him, or more precisely, knew 'Ronal'.

Moreover, he probably has a grudge against Ronaldo, otherwise he wouldn't have immediately identified Heo as an enemy and launched an attack upon meeting him.

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Chapter 291 Traitor and Factory (Long Chapter, Please Add to Favorites, Subscribe, and Request Monthly Subscriptions)

A dazzling laser cannon flashed by, its intense light dimming even the brightest light bulbs.

The immense energy slammed into the corridor wall, scorching a molten breach in its surface.

Beneath the darkness illuminated by the gleaming laser cannons, a ghostly figure appeared in an instant.

Keng——

That's the sound of a sturdy blade striking metal.

The sharp scimitar ripped through Hank's clothes and pierced his body, penetrating the sturdy bionic breastplate and vaguely revealing the shimmering, electric machinery inside.

At the instant of the collision, Hank's feet spewed air, and he used the enormous thrust to widen the distance between himself and Heo.

But the scimitar hanging on his chest ripped an even larger gash into his body.

Heo did not launch any further attacks, but instead focused his gaze on Hank's chest.

However, his attention was not on the huge gash that had been cut into his chest, but on the bionic skin on his chest.

To be precise, it was on the ice wolf tattoo that was already mostly destroyed, which was tattooed on the bionic skin.

At that moment, he finally understood the identity of the person in front of him.

He gripped the scimitar in his other hand and looked calmly at Hank. "Is this cybernetic body what you got in exchange for betraying the camp?"

"You recognized me?"

Hank grinned maliciously, his chest wound crackling with electricity. He knew he was probably no match for Heo.

He was standing in front of sturdy iron bars, with the imprisoned people behind him.

These weakened people were now recovering from the sudden change. The woman sitting at the front saw He Ao standing outside through the iron bars, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. Her hoarse voice rang out, "Chief?!"

Hank glanced at Heo, placed his palm on the iron fence, opened the cannon in his hand, and laughed, "Get out of here, or I'll kill them."

He Ao stopped what he was doing by the dining table and stared at the burly man in front of him.

This Hank is the 'Wilderness Wanderer' who abandoned the defensive line and fled during the ape attack.

His escape allowed the beasts to break through the defenses, giving the Wild Hunters an opportunity to infiltrate the core battlefield with mercenaries. Ultimately, this led to Ronald's father being at a disadvantage in the battle against the bitter ape and suffering serious injuries.

Later investigation revealed that this guy had been paid by the wilderness hunters to run away on purpose.

He was not a refugee from a homeless camp as he claimed, but a fugitive from the northern city of Rock.

He Ao didn't recognize him at first because when he arrived at the camp, he was covered in damaged machinery, his face below the eyes was almost completely destroyed, and only the ice wolf pattern remained on his chest.

Shortly before that incident, Ronald's father thought that Ronald had accumulated enough merits and was prepared to spend some of his own money to give him a brand new prosthetic body, but he did not expect Ronald to betray the camp.

To prevent the newcomers from being ostracized by the camp's native vagrants because of this incident, Ronald's father did not make it public. Instead, he increased the screening process for the newcomers and offered a reward to send people to capture the guy.

But with the camp

As the camp gradually declined, it also ran out of resources to search for the traitor, allowing him to remain at large until now.

Unexpectedly, this guy was hiding in Dawn City under an assumed name, secretly luring and deceiving wanderers in the wilderness.

In a sense, the defection of the man before us was one of the direct causes of Ronaldo's father's death and the rapid decline of the camp.

"You're actually not going to make a move?" Hank sneered, looking at Heo who was calmly staring at him.

"You really are just like your stubborn father, trapped in this hypocritical morality and unable to get out."

I knew he was going to replace my body with a prosthetic, but how powerful could it be? At most, it would be a piece of junk of E-grade quality.

The Wilderness Hunters offered me a D-grade cybernetic suit. Even a king would take off his hat before gold; you can only blame yourselves for not offering enough money.”

As Hank spoke, the trembling henchman in the corner slowly raised his head, took out a Gauss gun from his pocket, and slowly raised the muzzle, aiming it at Heo.

However, Heo seemed completely absorbed in Hank's words and stared at Hank calmly.