Life Dungeon Game

Work seven days a week.

The specific shifts arranged depend on the situation at the time. Some people might be assigned to work consecutive overtime shifts. The person in our workshop who worked continuously for three days and three nights ended up dying in the workshop.

"Working sixteen hours a day?"

He asked softly.

"Not necessarily. Our workshop is sixteen hours a day, some workshops are eighteen hours a day, and some are fourteen hours a day. Their work schedules are a bit more complicated."

The boy took a long breath, then slowly exhaled, and took a bite of his bread.

"In terms of living conditions, sixteen of us are crammed into one dormitory. There are four beds arranged vertically along a wall that is more than two meters high. There are sixteen beds in the whole dormitory. The dormitory is located in the middle of the building, which is convenient for going to work and preventing escape. The foreman's dormitory is usually next to the dormitory for the homeless, which is convenient for management."

There is a one-hour lunch break, but in reality, we only get fifteen minutes of rest. The foreman will have someone bring up a bucket of food that has been mashed into a paste, and we have to eat it quickly before continuing to work.

I don't know what's in those paste-like foods. They taste a bit sweet. I've heard from others that they're made from synthetic starch mixed with synthetic protein and some kind of vitamins, resulting in a low-quality nutritional paste. The sweetness mainly comes from saccharin.

Breakfast and dinner were pretty much the same thing.

As he spoke, he glanced at the bread in his hand and said, "I haven't eaten bread for two years."

How did you escape?

Looking at the towering building across the street, He Ao asked in a slow voice.

"The factory is under constant surveillance; it's easy to get in but hard to get out. Many homeless people have come in and never left,"

The boy thought for a moment, "But these surveillance cameras aren't completely without blind spots."

Every Friday, the factory would arrange a major cleaning, mainly cleaning the public areas of the factory that no one had assigned to clean. The factory would not hire outside cleaners to do this, so these tasks naturally fell to the various foremen and the homeless people under their command.

The foremen rotated their workers according to a certain pattern. During this time, the foremen would select the well-behaved and sensible people to work as cleaners. Every two months, it would be our turn.

Cleaning is much easier than working in a factory, and there's even time to slack off. Moreover, to prevent homeless people from exploring the terrain while cleaning, the foreman will strictly screen the cleaners, so it's not easy to become a cleaner.

I spent three months doing odd jobs and delivering water for the foreman, slowly getting closer to him, and finally got the opportunity to work as a cleaner. But the first time I cleaned, I didn't do any work; I just familiarized myself with the terrain of the area I was responsible for cleaning.

When cleaning, there are foremen supervising the work, but the foreman will also slack off. He will take a short nap in the shade when the sun is at its strongest at noon. This nap will last for about fifteen minutes.

During this fifteen-minute break, I will carefully study the surrounding walls and surveillance cameras, look for their blind spots, and then briefly leave my area along the blind spots to look at the nearby walls.

Back in our family camp, I used to like finding blind spots in surveillance cameras, so I figured out some patterns in these blind spots.

But I didn't fully explore the wall. After I did the fourth cleaning, the foreman wouldn't let me clean anymore, and then he hung me up and beat me up.

At first, I thought my behavior had been discovered, but later I found out that he was just warning me because I was doing too much cleaning, and also to make others think that he wasn't biased towards me.

After waiting for half a month and confirming that there were no problems, I started to study the factory's elevators. The factory building has a total of thirty-five floors. The first to third floors are the offices of the factory management personnel, and the factory is located from the fourth floor onwards. The area between the third and fourth floors is locked most of the time, and there are many people assigned by the foremen to guard it, so it is basically impossible to get through.

All the windows were fitted with security bars, and iron thorns were planted around the perimeter of the building. If someone jumped from the building to escape, they would land on the iron thorns and die instantly, their intestines ripped open.

However, there are two places where there are no iron thorns.

First, the main entrance of the building is guarded by heavily armed factory security personnel.

Secondly, there is a small door at the back of the building for management personnel to enter and exit, but this small door is locked during working hours. When the door is locked, iron thorns will sprout from the ground, and identity verification is required to open the door.

My workspace is by the window, directly above the small door. I've always had good eyesight, so I often look down at the people coming and going through the small door.

Then I discovered that the factory's management was very particular about appearances. Once the factory's big boss or distinguished guests arrived, the main gate would be closed, while the side gate would remain open for the factory staff to enter and exit.

At this time, the factory's security focus will be entirely on protecting the big boss and distinguished guests.

Whenever the boss or guests come, the foreman will make everyone work diligently a week in advance, and even briefly improve the food to help the workers recover their spirits so that they can demonstrate full work ability when the big boss comes to inspect.

For the past two months, I've been taking advantage of my good relationship with the foreman to eat more and recover. Finally, a week ago, I received the notice to 'work hard' and took advantage of the opportunity to improve my meals to hide some food.

Finally, the day arrived. While everyone else was outside, I took the elevator down to the fifth floor, pried open the security bars a little, and used my size advantage to squeeze through. I held onto the security bars as I went down to the small door, and then, as planned, escaped through the iron thorn area.

You know what happened next.

"So, the factory owner is currently inside the factory?"

He Ao looked at the boy.

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"probably."

The boy thought for a moment, "The foremen haven't been very happy these past few months. Apparently, the big boss changed the wages that were originally paid at the beginning of the month to the middle of the month, and then to the end of the month. The foremen all think that the big boss is out of money."

Then came the news that the big boss was building new factories in other cities and had taken all the money away from here, leaving the foremen soon unable to pay their wages.

We had no entertainment in the factory, so these gossips spread very quickly.

However, in the past few days, it has been said that the foreman sent a representative to talk to the big boss, who said he would come soon to handle the matter, and then the order to "work hard" was given.

So the big boss must have arrived.

"Ok."

He Ao nodded slightly.

The boy's logic was very clear, and his mind was very quick.

He Ao then talked to him about the factory's internal structure and blind spots in the surveillance system, took him downstairs, and hailed a driverless taxi for him.

While waiting for the car, the boy cautiously asked, "Are you also a wilderness wanderer? Can I know which family or camp you belong to?"

"Wenno Camp"

He Ao calmly lifted the collar of his fur coat, revealing a symmetrical snow-capped mountain pattern on the collar.

The campsite is located in a valley at the foot of a snow-capped mountain called Wino, from which it is named.

"Oh, oh, oh!" the boy exclaimed in surprise. "Is your leader named Kano?"

Cano was Ronaldo's father.

“Hmm,” Heo said, noticing his surprised expression, “What’s the problem?”

"Actually, my parents originally wanted to join your camp,"

The boy sighed. "They said, 'Mr. Cano will definitely accept us.'"

Ronald's father would indeed take in such wanderers, but the boy and his family ultimately did not complete the migration.

Goodbye, sir.

The boy got into a taxi and said goodbye to He Ao.

The taxi will take him to Roger's clinic, where Penny will meet him.

He watched the taxi leave, then looked back at the towering factory building.

It was unusually quiet outside the building at that moment, with a group of slender men in black patrolling along the factory's perimeter wall.

It seems they have discovered the remains of the three men who attacked Heo and have increased their vigilance.

However, these security personnel dressed in black did not seem to come from traditional security companies; instead, they looked more like gang members.

He Ao thought for a moment, then stood behind a tree, concealing himself.

Then he said softly, "Eve, help me investigate this 'Kel Manufacturing Company'."

"Ok."

Eve's gentle voice rang out.

Then came a brief silence.

The Eve on the Heo bracelet is just a wake-up device, its main function is to connect to Eve's network. The real computing entity of Eve is still the server array located in the Nolanca Group's vault.

Eve would collect various information from the internet and access some dark web sites that the Nolanca Group had access to. She would then compile this information and select the core, valid information to present to Ho.

About thirty seconds later, He Ao's bracelet vibrated; it was a message from Eve.

Inside

This involves the various shareholding structures and operations of this Kyle Manufacturing Company, as well as the suspected behind-the-scenes controller—a gang leader named Kyle.

Kyle does not directly hold shares in the company, but effectively controls more than 70% of the equity of Kyle Manufacturing Company through various cross-shareholdings.

The gang he controls is the 'Hunter Gang,' which occupies most of the northwest Aston District and Kwes District.

The Hunters Gang is the second-ranked gang in Dawn City, and is currently in a stalemate with the Money Rat Gang, which is currently ranked first. The Money Rat Gang clearly intends to swallow up the Hunters Gang.

To Heo's surprise, Kyle had also taken out loans totaling 15 million federal dollars from Nolanca Bank under the names of different companies.

According to the bank's internal assessment, these loans all carry a risk of default.

This means that Kyle may indeed be facing financial problems.

He thought for a moment, picked up the bracelet, and dialed a number.

The phone rang once and was quickly answered. "Hello, this is Victor."

Victor is the leader of the Money Rat gang. Heo had seen the information about Anvis Electric Group's investigation into him at Slanka's place, which included his private phone number.

“Hello,” He Ao said calmly, looking at the distant skyscrapers, “Interested in making a deal?”

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Large trucks come and go along the wide exit.

Whenever a vehicle pulls up to the gate, it is stopped by inspectors who ask the driver to show his pass and check whether anyone is hiding in the cargo inside.

"Why are the requirements suddenly so strict?"

A lean man in a black suit closed the truck door and gestured for the truck to move forward. A tall man next to him handed him a cigarette and asked in a low voice.

"It is said that several wilderness hunters just died while trying to capture a runaway wilderness wanderer, whose whereabouts are now unknown."

The gaunt man took the cigarette, lit it, put it in his mouth, and returned to stand next to the security booth at the gate.

"Dead?"

"Yes, there was also an explosion."

"Another explosion? I didn't hear a single one."

The tall man who asked the question was clearly surprised.