Life Dungeon Game

He pointed shakily to the corridor beside him, "Go to the end, take the elevator to the top floor, the seventy-second floor."

"OK, thanks."

The young man nodded politely and walked down the corridor.

The man watched the young man's retreating figure, then shakily pulled a small pistol from his pocket and aimed it at the young man.

However, just as he aimed, the young man's figure suddenly disappeared, and he shuddered.

"Excuse me," a gentle voice came from beside him again, "Excuse me again, which way is the server room in this building?"

"Downstairs," the man wiped the sweat from his face, put away his gun, and said with a fawning smile, "just a little toy, a little toy."

Then he pointed to the corridor he had just left, "Take the elevator down, -1 floor, B104 is there."

"OK, thanks."

The young man thanked him politely again and then walked down the corridor.

This time, the man didn't dare hesitate at all; he immediately raised his gun and aimed it at the young man's back.

puff--

The sharp light of the sword pierced his heart.

He Ao

As he drew his short sword, the man behind him clutched his chest, stiffened for a moment, and fell forward to the ground.

The young man walked step by step down the corridor and disappeared into its depths.

The elevator was malfunctioning and could not be opened, so He Ao walked into the fire escape next door and went down to the basement.

The basement was empty except for a few people who looked like office workers hiding there, cautiously watching He Ao in the corridor through the windows of their office doors.

He calmly walked through the corridor and entered the B104 computer room.

It took Eve two minutes to crack the server room.

After cracking the server room, He Ao received both bad news and good news.

The bad news is that the board of directors has locked the access to the server room and switched it to full manual mode, so He Ao cannot control the electrical appliances on each floor through the server room, nor can he get the elevator running again.

The elevator has most likely been physically damaged.

The good news is that mining consortia store most of their event files in server rooms with virtually no encryption. They even go through approval processes for things like driving miners to their deaths, spending specific funds and keeping records.

Heo made a copy of the documents and had Eve compile a list, along with the office locations.

Then he left the server room and started walking upstairs along the fire escape.

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The first person on the list was on the thirteenth floor, room 1303, a man in his fifties with a plump build.

He knocked on his office door.

He was the mayor's student when he was in the mining conglomerate. The method that drove the old foreman's son, Locke, to his death was designed by the mayor, and he was the one who carried it out.

For the next few years, he worked to purge dishonest 'employees' from the mining conglomerate, including not only miners, but also workers in the conglomerate's machinery factories and construction workers from construction companies.

His styles are also very diverse.

Besides the methods he learned from the mayor to drive people to ruin, he also developed other methods such as lending money at exorbitant interest rates to workers' children, luring workers into using illegal drugs, deliberately causing workers to damage his luxury cars, and suing them to the point of financial ruin.

Some of these methods have even become textbook examples within mining conglomerates due to their high replicability, and have been circulated among other senior executives for emulation.

He knocked on the door three times, and the door opened.

The portly man was surprised when he first saw Heo, but after glancing at the mercenary who had been lying on the ground protecting him, he quickly calmed down.

He invited Heo into his office and then sat down at his desk.

He seemed not to have expected He Ao to come looking for him.

The first thing He Ao saw when he entered the office was a huge plaque that read "Top Ten Philanthropists of Rock City," and then there were charitable donation certificates all around, filling almost all the cabinets in the office.

"I don't know why you're contacting me, but I've always been a good person,"

The middle-aged man, in his fifties, with a portly build and a kind face, stood in front of the desk, pouring coffee beans into the coffee machine. "I've been dedicated to charity work for many years. You can see these plaques and certificates; each one has the signature of the specific person who issued it."

There's no room for pretense.

"I am also a law-abiding and good person."

He Ao nodded slightly, turned around, and seemed to be preparing to leave.

While operating the coffee machine, the man glanced at He Ao out of the corner of his eye, then pulled out a small pistol from behind the coffee machine.

He didn't turn his body; instead, he gripped the pistol in his left hand, extending the muzzle from his right side to his back, aiming it at He Ao.

boom--

His body fell and slammed onto the desk, blood slowly flowing from the wound that had pierced his chest.

He drew his sword and walked out of the office.

Next, 1507.

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As the killing continued, more and more people learned about what was happening downstairs.

The executives gradually left their offices and gathered together.

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He walked out of the empty office; this was the third office he had left empty.

This building has three fire exits.

Every time He Ao reached a floor, he would conveniently block the other two fire exits.

So he would meet everyone who came downstairs.

In such a chaotic environment, it wasn't that no one came downstairs. He Ao didn't intentionally kill people; sometimes, when he encountered crowds, he would simply walk over the railings to let them pass.

But He Ao wouldn't miss anyone he deemed deserving to be killed while mingling in the crowd.

He Ao usually gives this kind of person a chance.

Give him a chance to kill Heo.

So far, all the deserving executives that He Ao has encountered have seized this opportunity.

He Ao continued up the fire escape, and was now close to the top floor. There were basically no ordinary people escaping down the stairs anymore.

The entire stairwell was unusually quiet, with only the echoing of He Ao's footsteps.

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69th floor

There was no one there.

We haven't encountered anyone on thirteen consecutive floors.

He Ao glanced at the sky above his head.

It seems there's something waiting for him upstairs.

Instead of using the stairs, he moved several tables to make a makeshift ladder, removed the ceiling decorations, and touched the ceiling above his head.

He tapped the ceiling lightly.

The thumping echoed in his ears.

There seemed to be a faint sound coming from upstairs.

Someone up there.

Without hesitation, he punched the ceiling above his head.

With a deafening roar, countless fragments of rock flew out.

He clung to the broken opening, tearing through the hard steel bars like he was tearing straw, and jumped through the ceiling to the 70th floor.

The 70th floor was very empty, and it seemed to be used as an entertainment venue.

He Ao looked up and saw dozens of fully armed city defense soldiers surrounding the fire lane entrance, ready to give the people coming up a surprise.

Surrounding He Ao sat one executive after another whose names were on He Ao's list.

He looked at them and greeted them with a smile.

Some executives responded instinctively.

The city defense soldiers guarding the fire lane glanced back at He Ao, then turned back to continue watching the fire lane entrance.

Then, in the next second, everyone's eyes were instantly drawn to He Ao, who was wearing a gentle smile.

The entire space fell into an eerie silence at that moment.

"what!!!"

"It's that madman!!!"

He came up

"It's done!!!"

"Help! Help!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The executives around He Ao panicked and ran away one by one, and the city defense troops quickly surrounded He Ao.

Hearing these words, He Ao frowned. What do you mean by 'madman'? Do I look like a madman?

As soon as he frowned, several slow-moving executives twisted their ankles, turning their run into a roll, staggering forward and tumbling several times before struggling to their feet.

"You bastard, this is not a place for you to run wild."

A loud shout came from behind.

He Ao turned his head and saw a righteous-looking, pot-bellied officer walking towards him.

He Ao remembered this person, the former deputy commander of the 107th Division, now the chief of staff of the city defense army, Tuole.