Life Dungeon Game

He Ao stepped forward and took the short sword from his hand. "Thank you."

This was the first time He Ao had ever heard of someone asking to be killed and then being offered weapons.

That's a strange request.

Actually, this man is not weak. His physical fitness should be over 500, which is stronger than He Ao's state of activating super memory. Moreover, he is agile and his combat skills are not bad either.

In a normal fight, he wouldn't have been so easily killed by Heo. To a large extent, he died because of his own underestimation of his opponent and arrogance.

Ordinary metal alloy blades naturally cannot pierce his skin, but blades covered with divine consciousness are different.

In fact, He Ao also had the idea of ​​experimenting this time. After his martial arts entered the C level, his mastery of divine sense became more profound and more responsive. So he wanted to take the opportunity to study the ability of divine sense.

When he was at Rank D, his martial arts 'qi' could enhance his weapon, allowing him to break through Rank C defenses. Now, with his even stronger divine sense, he should have the same effect.

It has been proven that entering a weapon with one's divine sense can indeed significantly enhance its strength, but the consumption is also astonishing.

Compared to directly using it to observe the enemy's energy flow, it consumes far more energy.

Therefore, a handy weapon is very important.

However, what He Ao didn't expect was that before he even mentioned it, this kind-hearted man offered to give him the weapon.

He hadn't met such a kind-hearted person in a long time.

Oh, it seems he's older now.

That must be the kind-hearted younger brother.

He Ao raised his short sword and twirled it beautifully in the air.

This sword appears to have been specially crafted.

Rather than a sword, it's more like a flat, double-edged 'dagger'. It's much thinner than any sword He Ao had ever held before, with two shallow blood grooves on the blade to facilitate bleeding after piercing a person's body.

Its blade is slightly longer than the silver short sword that Heo usually uses, but it is lighter.

He swung it around, but it didn't feel as good as his original silver short sword.

He reached out and flicked it.

hum-

The crisp sound of a sword ringing reached his ears.

It doesn't sound as good as the silver short sword either.

He Ao roughly estimated that this sword was inferior to the silver short sword, but slightly better than the standard alloy sword that the Vym was issued to the Adam 2.

It should be able to handle C-level enemies, but it might not be able to handle higher-level enemies.

However, since it was a sword given to him for free by his kind-hearted younger brother, he had no reason to be disgusted by it.

He Ao turned off Super Memory, squatted down, and took the smart bracelet from the helpful young man's left hand.

This wristband has a network connection and is not subject to the blocking restrictions.

However, this bracelet has facial and iris authentication, so it cannot be unlocked.

However, He Ao did not intend to unlock the bracelet.

He pushed the screensaver up, and an emergency contact screen popped up.

These smart devices can make calls without unlocking, such as to emergency contacts, or...

He placed his hand above the 'Alarm (FBI)' button.

"Hello,"

Just as he was about to gently press the button, a voice came from the direction of the elevator, "May I ask what you want to do?"

He Ao looked up and saw a man dressed in formal leather shoes, with...

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked slowly towards them with a smile.

Behind him was a fully armed mercenary squad.

“Call the FBI,” Heo shrugged. “I suspect this place is involved in illegal detention, intercity organ trafficking, and is endangering my life and health. It’s too dangerous. I’m scared. Call for help.”

The man with the frameless glasses glanced at the blood-soaked corpse on the ground, then at He Ao standing unharmed beside it, and his smile froze on his face for a moment.

However, he reacted quickly; almost instantly, his smile returned to normal. He looked at He Ao and said with a soft, apologetic tone, "I am Reed, the director of this research institute. There may be some kind of misunderstanding..."

"What misunderstanding?"

He Ao looked at the bespectacled man with a 'puzzling' expression, but his hands did not stop moving.

He knew there was a surveillance camera not far behind him that could 'just happen' to capture the contents of the bracelet on his wrist.

Therefore, the other party is fully aware of what he is doing.

Of course, his positioning was also carefully considered, allowing the other party to see the image on the bracelet in his hand, but without appearing too deliberate.

Actually, it's like this...

Reed spoke slowly.

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"So, you're just an ordinary research institution, and these mercenaries are just ordinary security guards. The reason you're equipped with these weapons is simply because what you're researching is highly dangerous, so you need to guard against mutations?"

"Yes, that's it."

"These volunteers are completely safe. The operating room isn't for performing surgery; it's just for giving volunteers in-depth medical examinations. And the organs in the operating room are just models?"

"Yes, that's right."

The scene suddenly became quiet.

He Ao's expression clearly conveyed his meaning: 'Do you think I'm a fool?'

They were currently in a meeting room on the second floor by the window, from which they could vaguely see the street outside.

This position was requested by He Ao. He had tested the glass, but it was just ordinary bulletproof glass, which he could break with his short sword. In an emergency, he could jump out directly.

Reed, on the other hand, sat in the furthest seat opposite him.

This Reid is also a superhuman, but only a D-level one. Clearly, he's not the kind of superhuman who's responsible for using force.

The C-level superhuman that He Ao killed was probably the strongest combat force in this research institute.

Clearly, Reed was terrified of Howo.

He was not only afraid of Heo himself, but also of the bracelet in Heo's hand.

“Mr. Pete, please let me explain, this really is a misunderstanding…”

Reed took a deep breath, preparing to repeat his previous excuse.

He didn't really want to explain to He Ao; he just wanted to stall for time until the people they called arrived.

If He Ao runs away, that would actually be the best outcome.

He didn't need to worry about such a terrifying and extremely threatening superhuman being in the research institute. He could also turn the matter around and define it as a robbery and murder, report it to the Limen City Police Department, and use the power of the municipal government to arrest He Ao.

But this guy didn't run away at all, and even prepared to contact the FBI.

Actually, He Ao didn't panic when he called the Limen City Police Department.

Yes, because the local forces are easy to deal with.

However, the FBI doesn't have an easy time dealing with this, especially when the person who called the police is a powerful superhuman.

Limen City, located near the federal capital, Irons, is one of several cities directly under the federal government and is also one of the most powerful locations for the federal investigation.

The FBI is a behemoth with deeply entrenched and complex factions, making it very difficult to deal with.

"Okay, let's assume, let's assume I believe what you're saying."

He interrupted Reid directly, smiling as he looked at him, "But put yourself in my shoes, put yourself in my position, what do you think I should be doing right now?"

Reid was taken aback, but he quickly realized that the other party was giving him a way out, waiting for him to state his terms.

At that moment, he suddenly understood the meaning of the saying "you can't judge a book by its cover." The person in front of him, who looked somewhat dull and honest, was actually as cunning as a devil.

However, anything is fine as long as it can be discussed.

The other side killed their top combatant and destroyed their equipment, and now they want him to offer compensation.

Reed's hands, hidden under the table, gripped the table leg, creating five holes in the solid wood. However, his upper body remained upright, a gentle and approachable smile on his lips.

"Mr. Pete, how about this,"

He looked at He Ao's expression and said, "We are very sorry for the trouble we have caused you tonight. As compensation, how about we give you an additional four weeks' allowance as compensation for your emotional distress?"

He Ao didn't speak, but simply raised his bracelet.

Reed's hand, which was under the table, gripped the table leg again. "Here's what we'll do. We'll compensate you with a year's allowance. There are 52 weeks in a year, and we'll calculate the allowance at the highest level of 3,000 per week, which is a total of 156,000 Federal Dollars. Please leave a bank account number, and we can transfer it to you immediately."

"Not urgent,"

He raised his wristband, which popped up an electronic agreement. Another reason he followed Reid downstairs into the conference room was that there was a communication signal there, and his wristband could connect to the internet.

While Reed was fabricating his excuses, Heo had already contacted Pete's former lawyer to ask him to help draft a compensation agreement for emotional distress.

When Reid saw the agreement, his face darkened.

If he signs this, he can no longer sue He Ao for extortion.

Ultimately, both individuals affixed their electronic signatures to the agreement, which was then notarized using notary software.

The agreement specifically stipulated that Reid needed to provide He Ao with a copy of the surveillance footage from the operating room, corridor, and rooftop.

If Reed causes trouble in the future, He Ao can use these videos as evidence of legitimate self-defense.

In return, Heo agreed not to leak the videos or tell anyone else what he saw and heard in the research institute, while Reid promised not to send anyone to attack Heo.

Reed eventually gave the video to Heo, but added code that prevented it from being copied or transcribed. Of course, he knew that this wouldn't really restrict Heo.

The purpose of this agreement is to define the nature of this matter, and both parties have chosen to remain silent.

He Ao did not expose the secrets of the research institute, and the institute did not investigate what had just happened.

The two shook hands with smiles at the end.

He received the transfer, and Reid dropped him off at the entrance of the research institute. The two waved goodbye enthusiastically, 'happily'.

“Mr. Reed, the table in your conference room isn’t very good quality. You need to replace it with a sturdier one.”