Life Dungeon Game

In that instant, the dark figure vanished.

Hyper memory, activate!

The rusty iron sword pierced the scarred man's heart, and bright red blood splattered out.

"Small···"

He opened his mouth slightly, as if trying to make a sound.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, the figure holding the old sword had already drawn it and pierced the heart of another man beside him who had turned his gun around.

All of this happened so fast that the third man didn't even have time to turn his gun around before his two companions fell.

"asshole!"

He roared and suddenly pointed the gun at He Ao.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a pair of hands pressed down on his forehead and chin, then gently twisted.

Accompanied by a soft sound.

His body slumped to the ground like a rubber band that had lost its support.

He walked to the second man and pulled out the old sword stuck in his chest.

Bright red blood stained the glistening ice.

Splattered blood covered his cheeks, turning his tattered cotton-padded coat a bright red, making him look like a ghost emerging from the night.

clap clap-

A crisp round of applause echoed from the end of the alley.

A shadow emerged from the darkness.

He was a tall, imposing man.

His eyes gleamed with a mechanical red light.

"I originally just went along out of caution, but I didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain."

He smiled at He Ao, "I've looked at your file. There's nothing noteworthy about your life experience, especially in your first eighteen years..."

Throughout your life, you haven't shown anything extraordinary, so have you been hiding your talents, or...?

He raised an eyebrow slightly. "A gift from an evil god?"

The instant his words fell, a dazzling light pierced the night, flying past He Ao's body.

If He Ao hadn't anticipated and dodged in advance, the laser cannon would have already pierced through his body.

While trying to distract them with conversation, the other party prepared to launch a surprise laser cannon attack.

He Ao stared at the other person, and through his hyper-memory, he could accurately identify the other person's face.

He was slightly surprised, but it was also within his expectations.

The man who emerged from the darkness was the FBI deputy director who had just received Nell.

Just half an hour earlier, he had maintained a gentle smile, comforting Neil and telling him not to worry or be afraid, and that the FBI would uphold justice for him.

"You don't seem surprised?"

Looking at He Ao's expression, the other party chuckled softly, "Then it seems the storage chip you gave me isn't the original?"

He approached Heo step by step, saying, "Give me the original, and I can make your death... less painful."

Heo looked at him calmly. "Have you forgotten the oath you took under the olive branch?"

Every officially hired FBI employee is required to stand under the FBI's olive shield insignia and take an oath, and Ender also took such an oath.

The man walking towards them paused, his smile faltering. He said softly...

"Your knowledge surprises me somewhat, but when someone makes a vow to forever protect the Federation, to protect justice, to protect humanity, who is truly sincere? Vows are meant to be broken!"

He raised his hand, which shone brightly. "Kid, I suddenly don't want you to die easily. I'm going to pierce your abdomen, let your internal organs flow out of the wound, then cut off your legs, and watch you crawl on the ground, struggling desperately under the control of your instincts, and finally die in agony."

He Ao stared at the other person, and his hyper memory quickly constructed a model in his mind.

The other party was clearly using a cybernetic body. Generally, FBI supervisors are at the D or C level in terms of strength.

The Federation has not yet developed a Class C prosthetic body, and Rock City is not large enough to support a Class C supervisor.

Therefore, it is quite obvious that the other party is using a Class D prosthetic body, most likely a standard Class D prosthetic body from the FBI.

The energy core of this prosthetic body has multiple layers of protection and comes in five different designs. The energy cores of the five designs are located in different positions and are randomly distributed.

He Ao cannot fight for long. First, his super memory time is limited. Second, his D-level prosthetic body has an instant communication module, allowing him to connect to the internet anywhere in the city. If the enemy discovers that He Ao is not weak, they will likely call for other reinforcements.

And it will get stronger and stronger.

Neil's body is only of ordinary quality; his combat power relies on his super memory. However, his super memory is currently only at the D-rank, and he may not be able to defeat a C-rank enemy.

This is the opponent's home turf, and if the game drags on, He Ao's situation will only get worse.

He raised his head and stared at the man in front of him; his 'vision' began to change rapidly.

Divine consciousness.

He sensed the presence of divine consciousness the moment the instance began.

Like extrasensory perception, consciousness is bound to the soul.

If one can descend with the main consciousness, then one can also enter the instance world.

He Ao had actually anticipated this situation before the dungeon started, but he was still somewhat delighted after he actually realized that his divine sense had been brought over.

This means that his prediction about the system's time-travel mechanism was correct.

However, He Ao wasn't sure if his divine sense could detect the energy flow of the prosthetic body, so he looked at the man opposite him.

Faint, transparent rays of light floated and flowed within the other person's body, converging at a certain point in their abdomen.

It's viewable!

He Ao gripped the old sword in his hand.

Super Memory constructs a battle model in his mind, and Divine Sense guides him in the direction of the target.

He leaped into the air, streaking across the dark night sky.

Just then, the laser in the man's hand burst forth.

It illuminated the entire alleyway.

boom--

A crisp sound suddenly rang out.

The dazzling light gradually faded, and He Ao slowly pulled out his old, rusty sword and walked into the depths of the alley.

A burst of intense light exploded behind him, scattering flying mechanical parts everywhere, and the walls on both sides collapsed, blocking the alleyway.

He Ao shut down his super memory and staggered towards the dark night, leaning against the wall.

The old sword in his hand slowly broke apart, revealing its dark core.

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The old sword's hardness and sharpness were insufficient to penetrate the prosthetic body's alloy armor. Using the structural diagram of the prosthetic body in Wei An's memory, He Ao cleverly inserted the old sword through a seam.

However, this greatly bent the blade of the old sword.

In fact, the fact that the sword broke at this moment rather than the instant it was inserted was somewhat beyond He Ao's expectations.

The broken sword still had a small part of its blade remaining, which could be used as a short sword. He Ao picked up the broken blade.

Although this sword bears the marks of time, it is still of much higher quality than ordinary swords, suggesting that it once dominated the battlefield.

It can be used to kill lower-level supernatural beings.

He walked out of the alley, temporarily shaking off his pursuers. He was not far from Nell's house, and of course, not far from the FBI either.

The FBI was out of the question, and his own home was certainly already under surveillance, so he couldn't go there either.

However, his wound needs simple bandaging at this moment.

He suddenly darted into another alleyway and dashed off in one direction.

Twenty minutes later, he appeared in front of an old residential building.

This is an extremely dilapidated and old residential building. When the elevator is running, it always makes a creaking and groaning noise.

It felt as if the traction cable would snap at any moment, causing the entire elevator to lose gravity and plummet from mid-air.

13th floor, 1305.

When He Ao arrived at his destination, what came into view was a silver security door that was already covered in rust.

The dim light from the corridor lamps cast a faint glow, and even with Nell's eyesight, Heo couldn't see his neighbor's door.

dong dong dong-

He knocked gently on the door.

"Who?"

A question came from inside.

Immediately afterwards, the lock cylinder turned, the security door opened, and a familiar face appeared in front of He Ao.

Jon, a friend of Nell.

He is also his only friend now.

Yorn glanced at the blood-soaked Hoo and the two short swords he was holding.

He paused for a moment, then laughed and scolded, "Is it Halloween tonight? Why are you dressed so scary?"

He hesitated for a moment, then opened the door, stepped aside, and let He Ao into the house.

"Thank you."