Life Dungeon Game

The crowd gradually pushed their way to the security personnel, and they were extremely excited and thrilled.

Security personnel raised riot shields and held them in front of them to prevent the crowd from advancing.

"We want bread!"

"We want to sleep!"

The shouts from the crowd continued, but they did not actually attack the security personnel's formation. They simply held up the wooden planks in their hands and made their demands to the man.

Looking at the dense crowd.

The man standing on the platform slowly raised his hand.

"shot!"

The security personnel below raised their guns.

When the first shot rang out, the entire area instantly descended into chaos.

The previously shaky camera suddenly changed direction, and the person filming seemed startled by the chaos, staggering as they fled with the crowd.

"The mine belongs to the group, not to you. You have no right to negotiate with the mine. If you don't want to do it, you don't have to. There are plenty of people in the city who would kill to get a job like this."

The surrounding loudspeakers blared shrilly, accompanied by the man's arrogant laughter.

However, the person who was filming no longer had time to capture the man's image; he was being swept away by the crowd and was frantically trying to escape.

The camera lens captured nothing but dusty, gray work clothes.

The crowd pushed and shoved, running forward as if their lives depended on it.

A series of cold gunshots suddenly rang out. Not far ahead at the end, a miner who was running suddenly stopped, and flowers of blood bloomed on his back.

He lost his balance and fell forward to the ground, his bright red blood splattering onto the surrounding crowd.

His fall triggered screams, and people ran faster and in more chaos.

The ground was not covered with concrete; it was all black gravel, and a gray sky shrouded the earth.

The person in the camera was running faster and faster, but people were still falling down around him.

Blood stained the black stone red.

Gunshots, screams, heavy breathing, panicked screams, chaotic crowds, a dark sky, a violently shaking camera, and the sounds of men seemingly still echoing all around.

The man's shrill laughter constituted the entirety of the video.

Suddenly, the entire scene paused for a moment, then swept diagonally across the sky, turning all the people who were originally standing vertically into horizontal ones, as the camera tilted.

The person holding the camera and filming appears to have been shot and fallen.

The camera fell to the ground and landed not far away.

A calloused arm appeared in the frame as he stretched out his hand, trying to grab the falling camera lens.

Just as he was about to capture the shot, a beautiful leather shoe appeared in the frame. The shoe, polished to a shine, stepped on the rough hand and twisted it forcefully.

"what!!!"

The intense screams of pain echoed through the screen.

Immediately afterwards, the camera seemed to be picked up by someone, the view shifted, and a man dressed in a neat and handsome suit, looking refined and cultured, appeared on the screen.

"A miniature camera? They actually brought that in."

"Supervisor, the crowd has been dispersed."

A young voice rang out from behind the camera.

The man lowered his hand, and the video feed switched to a blood-splattered ground, but the video didn't end there.

"Gather everyone and conduct an inspection. Someone brought in electronic devices. Didn't I say that any bracelets, cameras, recorders, anything that can communicate or record is not allowed in the mine?"

"director···"

The young man's voice trembled slightly upon hearing the man's question.

"Don't explain, this is the result. Get everyone checked, and get out."

The man seemed to be suppressing his anger, and said coldly.

"Yes...yes..."

The young voice faded away.

Then a middle-aged man's voice interrupted, "Supervisor, wouldn't doing this......"

"What did we do?" the man chuckled. "These miners deliberately stormed the management building, were dispersed by security, and caused a stampede."

"But what if one of the miners tells someone..."

The middle-aged man said softly.

"Speak out? Who would believe them? Who would listen to them? Newspapers, TV stations, online platforms?" The man's laughter grew louder. "The group spends so much money every year, do you think these institutions will listen to whom? Even if someone does cause trouble, the group has a mental hospital, do you think anyone would listen to... a mental patient?"

"just in case···"

The middle-aged man hesitated.

"Unless something unexpected happens, do they really dare to say it? They may resent us, but don't they eat? Don't they have to repay their bank loans? Don't they have families? Aren't they afraid their families will end up homeless with them?"

The man smiled. "Locke, you need to understand, it's them who need the group's help, not the other way around. And it's good that they've spread this; these people have become increasingly audacious these days, and we need some news to instill fear in them."

Then came the sound of hands rubbing against clothes, seemingly a man patting a middle-aged man on the shoulder.

"Locke, you've been working in the mine for so long, how come you can't tell the difference between things? Who do you think pays your salary? Who allows your family to live a middle-class life in the city? It's the corporation, my Mr. Locke."

You sympathize with them, and they can give you...

Do you get paid? Can they help you pay your mortgage?

"Yes, yes..."

A middle-aged man's hesitant voice rang out.

At this moment, the image shakes, and the man appears to be walking forward.

His voice didn't stop, and the middle-aged man seemed to be following behind him. "Go over there, find a few people who are willing to cooperate with the group, give them raises and increased benefits, and then arrest a few of the most troublesome ones who organized this incident. Find a way to deal with them, and give the rest promotions and raises."

Then, all those who were actively involved in the incident will be dismissed. I will speak with several conglomerates operating in other industries within the city, and they will not hire these people.

"Why are those who organized these miners keeping them here and giving them raises? Isn't that..."

The middle-aged man's voice was somewhat hesitant.

"If you were a miner involved in this, and you found that the people who organized your resistance group had their wages increased, were promoted, and were living better lives, while you faced being laid off, your whole family becoming homeless, or even dying, how would you feel?"

If you were a miner who wasn't involved in the incident, what would you think of this ending?

The man chuckled and walked away. "Locke, you can be greedy, you can be bad, but I won't allow you to be stupid. If you can't even understand these things, then I think you might need to move out and give the younger generation some space."

At this moment, the man seemed to realize that he was still holding a camera. He raised his hand, and the video abruptly stopped.

······

He closed the video window. This was a video that Fifth Sister had left on the storage chip for Nell. In addition to this video, there were also a large number of other files on the chip.

The files were named differently, suggesting that Fifth Sister had copied them from different folders.

He Ao put down the bracelet and looked up. A somewhat dilapidated building came into view. In this building lived Eisen, the gang member who was suspected of killing his older brother and second sister.

For some reason, He Ao felt the whispers around him suddenly become louder.

The next chapter might be released early in the morning. I spent a long time sorting out the plot today, and there will be an extra update tomorrow or the day after.

Chapter 354 The Spread of Pollution (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, and Request Monthly Subscriptions)

Eisen's family lives on the twelfth floor.

Compared to where Nell and Jon lived, this building was considered a relatively good residential building, with only eight households per floor.

The apartment building where Nell lived had 34 households on each floor, and each household was crammed into a narrow and cramped room.

Aisen's address is 1208, the one at the very back of the entire floor.

This building has a smart access control system. Entering the user's number will automatically connect to the user and determine whether to open the door according to the access rules set by the user.

Generally, homeowners will remotely check what the visitor looks like before deciding whether to open the door.

After He Ao entered Aisen's address, the access control machine screen in front of him flickered and displayed a dark scene.

"Who are you?"

A hoarse voice slowly rose, and something faintly reflecting light appeared in the depths of the image; it seemed to be a bloodshot eye.

He Ao had already prepared his identity. "The boss sent me to find you."

"it is good."

Somewhat to He Ao's surprise, the other party did not ask any further questions to verify his identity. The voice on the screen responded, and then with a soft sound, the access control was unlocked.

He Ao's identity wasn't fake, because among the Ice Wolf Gang henchmen he asked for directions to, one of them was indeed on the orders of the Ice Wolf Gang leader to visit Eisen.

Because Eisen hadn't shown up for several days, and no one could get in touch with him.

He Ao reached out and pushed open the access door.

"whee"

The moment he touched the door, a sharp, light laugh, like that of an effeminate young boy, echoed in He Ao's ears.

He Ao ignored the chuckle and pushed open the door to continue inside.

The hallway was brightly lit, yet the entire hallway was eerily quiet.

He Ao walked straight to the entrance of the building and pressed the elevator button.

After entering the elevator, he paused slightly when pressing the button for the twelfth floor.

As his physical fitness improved, so did his eyesight. The elevator seemed to have just been cleaned; most of the elevator floor buttons were clean, with only a few overlapping fingerprints.

The elevator buttons on the twelfth floor were covered with a dense layer of fingerprints.

Many people have visited the twelfth floor.