Life Dungeon Game

Just as Watson was about to put Ivo down, he watched as Heo, deep in thought, walked to the tree where Ivo was hanging and kicked it.

The tree branches began to shake violently.

The branch from which Ivo was hanging broke off as it swayed, and Ivo fell from the sky.

"Oh, you're really going to murder your own brother?" Ivo staggered to his feet, clutching his back. "If I fall and die, you'll have to collect my body."

Then he realized that the air around him had become quiet, and Heo was staring intently at him.

In that instant, He Ao felt as if a dam that had been blocking his thoughts had burst, and countless thoughts surged forth like a rushing river.

If that's the case, then everything makes sense.

He Ao suddenly turned his head and looked at Watson beside him, "Quickly, contact those people who went to assassinate the mayor and tell them to come back. Use any means necessary to persuade them to come back."

At first, He Ao didn't pay attention to these people who wanted to assassinate the mayor because, given the mayor's cunning and shrewdness, these people wouldn't succeed so easily, and they would have to scout the location late at night.

These people don't believe Heo, and even if Heo took out his small pickaxe, they might not believe him. There's no point in trying to persuade them now.

They will only listen to advice when they realize how difficult the mayor is and have hit a wall.

But at that moment, He Ao realized another possibility.

If that's the case, then He'ao has already exhausted all resources to pull them in.

It's meaningful; given their methods, they must have already considered all aspects.

The story's ending was already sealed the moment the old foreman collapsed.

But Heo needed a reason to contact them.

At Heo's prompting, Watson immediately raised his wristband.

But before he could even make the call, a message popped up.

He opened the message, then stared at He Ao in shock, "The mayor is dead..."

He then quickly added, "The mayor's residence was completely undefended. They walked in without any hindrance and found the mayor lying in a pool of blood. They did nothing..."

“I know,” Heo said without any surprise, dialing a number pre-installed on his wristband and addressing Watson.

"Tell them to leave immediately and head towards the west gate. No one will stop them at first. Go full speed ahead without any hesitation."

"Good good."

Watson nodded quickly.

At that moment, He Ao's call was also connected.

"Hey?"

A deep, magnetic middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone; he seemed to have just been woken up from his sleep.

Without any formalities, He Ao got straight to the point, "Brother Wright, some of my mutual aid society members have been framed by the mayor. Can they leave Westgate immediately?"

"According to the regulations, I cannot directly decide who can pass through the West Gate."

Wright said slowly, then paused slightly and smiled, "But I haven't received any notification to close Westgate yet."

If it's not closed, then it's open 24/7.

He Ao breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Thank you."

Then hung up the phone.

He didn't say goodnight because he knew Wright would soon be unable to sleep.

He Ao paused for a moment, then dialed another number.

The call was answered quickly after a brief, soft ring.

The other party was silent for a moment, then tentatively asked,

"K?"

His voice was very steady.

It's almost dawn now, and he's still not asleep; he seems to be working overtime.

He paused for a moment, then said, "I would like to trouble you to investigate a pattern for me. It should be related to mysticism. With your current level of authority, it shouldn't be difficult."

“Of course,” the other person laughed. “Send me the design.”

"Thank you, get some rest."

He Ao hung up the phone, drew a rough sketch, selected the other party's contact name, [Christos], and sent it.

At this point, he looked at the two somewhat confused people beside him and said, "Let's discuss the next steps."

The person behind this chaos orchestrated it, and whatever their purpose, Heo can take advantage of it.

Previously, it was impossible for miners to fight against mining conglomerates with violent organizations, but with the arrival of chaos, everyone was involuntarily drawn into the muddy waters, and even a small force could trigger a major change in the situation.

As they were talking, Watson received a message and looked at He Ao, "They have escaped from Westgate."

His gaze toward He Ao was now filled with awe.

He Ao gave only one order and made one phone call, and he brought those miners' mutual aid members from...

They were saved from a life-or-death situation.

Just moments ago, they were almost caught in a city-wide manhunt, yet they still managed to escape at the last second.

If He's order had been ten seconds slower, they would all have been buried in the city forever.

This control over the situation is like that of a god in a story.

After this incident, even those who didn't believe in He Ao before will be convinced by his absolute strength and wisdom, and some may even become his fans.

In less than a few hours, He Ao had taken control of the miners' mutual aid society.

Watson was beginning to understand why the old foreman hadn't revealed He Ao's identity as his successor beforehand.

Because the old foreman trusted He Ao.

He Ao's prestige did not come from anyone else's inheritance, but from himself.

Around 4 a.m., He received Christos's reply. He read the reply and clarified any parts he didn't understand.

At five o'clock in the morning, the darkest hour before dawn, He Ao finalized all the plans. News of the miners' mutual aid association's assassination attempt on the mayor had already appeared extensively online.

This incident will intensify the mining conglomerates' fear of miners' mutual aid societies and miners to the extreme, and a stress response is certain to occur tomorrow during the day.

Meanwhile, the miners' mutual aid association and the miners were also immersed in anger towards the mining conglomerates and grief over the assassination of the old foreman.

The conflict between the two sides is like two powder kegs filled with explosives, ready to explode at any moment.

And if one explodes, it will immediately detonate the other.

He looked up at Ivo and Watson.

"According to the plan, you take the mechs out of the west gate and meet up with those wilderness wanderers. Then you convey my plan to the wilderness wanderers and other members of the miners' mutual aid association."

"Most mining conglomerates have already begun to redeploy all their forces back to the city to protect the safety of their executives, leaving the wilderness vulnerable tomorrow."

"it is good!"

Ivo nodded emphatically.

"Then let's split up, I'll go and carry out my plan."

He patted his trench coat and walked into the depths of the night.

The abandoned industrial park was pitch black, with only a few old streetlights flickering a dim light.

"We don't know what his plan is."

Watson stood still, watching He Ao's retreating figure.

Ivo remained silent and did not speak.

He walked to the last streetlight, and as the darkness was about to engulf his figure, he turned around and looked at Ivo.

Show a smile.

Like a spring breeze and rain, melting away ice and snow.

"Brother, be careful."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the night without looking back.

"He went into the darkness."

Watson gazed at the lonely figure and spoke slowly.

Ivo covered his eyes and turned around. "Let's go, we need to get back to what we're doing."

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Chapter 385 Mines and Conglomerates (Two chapters combined, please subscribe and add to your collection)

Dawn

The morning light shone through the somewhat old car windows, casting long, thin shadows of the people inside.

However, this tranquil beauty lasted only a moment before the noisy commotion shattered the morning light.

On both sides of the street, miners with shovels or steel bars were confronting the city defense forces or members of the Ice Wolf Gang who were armed with electric batons.

The homeless people who were sleeping peacefully on the street were awakened and fled their original places, but they could not get far before they were caught by gang members nearby.

Some strong and healthy homeless people can also be 'miners' so that they can be sold for a good price in private prisons.

Chaos forms the dominant color of this city.

"The world is getting more and more chaotic."

The driver ahead sighed, honked his horn, and startled the homeless man who was blocking the road ahead.

The roads were already congested, with many vehicles rushing headed towards the south of the city, a commercial district. Although chaos was beginning to emerge, it was still much safer than the north.

The taxi moved slowly forward.