Life Dungeon Game

After finishing his speech, He Ao declined the large number of wandering girls from the wilderness who flocked to him, and left the trading hall through the back door with his daughter.

Then they secretly returned to the SUV.

He drove his off-road vehicle into a thicket next to the wilderness wanderer camp.

"Dad, what are we doing here?"

Aini looked around with some confusion. It was the dead of night, and the only sounds were the rustling of grass, like the movement of nocturnal animals.

"Wait someone."

He Ao's expression was calm, and his gaze was fixed ahead.

In the depths of night, at the end of the road, a long convoy of cars slowly drove by.

On the leading armored off-road vehicle, which was clearing the way, was an old-fashioned emblem.

That's the emblem of a city of stars.

I'm not feeling well, I'll rest first, there will be another update during the day.

Chapter 453 Going Home (Long Chapter)

Kaya City is located slightly northwest of Dawn City. It is an important industrial city in the eastern part of the Federation and a major source of industrial products for major eastern cities such as the Federation capital, Ains City, and Dawn City.

The trade route from Kaya City to Ains City passes near Limen City.

Of course, this important trade route does not pass through Limen City, nor does it pass through the road that was once corrupted by the Ghost Mushroom. Instead, it is a wide avenue that leads directly to Ains City and is maintained by Federation personnel, with outposts and supply points along the way.

The road where He Ao is now is a small path leading from Limen City to that trade route.

Caravans carrying goods often passed through here on their way to the inner store.

The convoy ahead bearing the emblem of the city of stars appears to be such a caravan.

However, compared to other caravans, this caravan looked rather 'simple', consisting of only a few escorting armed off-road vehicles and two small trucks.

These 'mini' caravans were actually there specifically to trade with wilderness wanderers, selling federally restricted items such as medicine and firearms.

These are all hard currency in the wilderness.

Just as the caravan slowly approached, He Ao turned on the headlights, stepped on the gas, and sped out from the bushes by the roadside.

"Who?"

The driver of the SUV leading the way immediately slammed on the brakes and shouted alertly.

At the same time, a burly man in the back row placed his hand on a box under his seat.

The Norlanca Group is one of the largest industrial groups in the Federation. Although most of its businesses are in light industry, its heavy industry is also quite strong.

In terms of large-scale arms production alone, the Norlanca Group could even rank among the top two in the Federation. The only problem is that the Norlanca Group does not have cutting-edge mech and fighter jet technology, and the profit margin of the arms sector is not high.

But this is not something that ordinary gangs or wilderness nomad organizations can afford to mess with.

The driver hadn't encountered anyone daring to stop the Nolanca Group caravan in a long time.

He stared intently at He's off-road vehicle and activated the automatic aiming function of the machine gun mounted on the roof of the armed vehicle.

He Ao turned his head and gestured for his daughter to stay in the car and not move. Then, his figure disappeared instantly and reappeared inside the armored off-road vehicle, between the driver and passenger seats.

"I'll look for Roger."

His tone was calm, but everyone froze in an instant.

The burly man sitting in the back row tried to press the button on the box, but He Ao gently pressed his hand down, saying, "Don't move."

The muscular man's arms bulged, and his face turned bright red, but he couldn't budge the seemingly frail hand an inch no matter what he did.

“I’ll look for Dr. Roger. He should be on your convoy. I’m his friend. You can talk to him, and he’ll understand.”

He Ao then turned to look at the driver and said calmly.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the driver's forehead. He picked up the communicator on the front of the vehicle and dialed an internal number. "Dr. Roger, someone here is looking for you..."

He looked up at He Ao, who was smiling, and continued, trembling, "He said he's your friend."

"my friend?"

There was a pause on the other end of the communicator, then it seemed like something was remembered, "You..."

"Wait a moment, I'll be right there."

The communicator emitted a beeping sound indicating that the call had been disconnected.

The driver raised his head tremblingly and looked nervously at He Ao.

"Thank you."

He Ao nodded slightly to him.

"it's okay no problem."

Sweat seeped from the driver's back, soaking his clothes.

He had heard many stories of ruthless, unrestrained criminals who roamed the wilderness, and he used to think he would never meet such a person.

Now···

He dared not speak.

Time passed second by second, perhaps a minute or two, perhaps an hour or two; the silent night seemed to drag time out endlessly.

Finally, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat, with slightly disheveled hair, walked over. He glanced at He Ao in the SUV and asked, "Are you the one who called me?"

"Yes"

He Ao's figure vanished instantly, reappearing next to Roger.

At that very moment, the burly man whose hand he had been holding down suddenly pulled out the black box from under his seat and pressed a button on it.

The box unfolded, revealing a groove for inserting one's hands. The burly man inserted his hands, and the entire box began to peel away layer by layer like an onion, quickly covering his body.

It quickly transformed into a life-size, completely black mecha warrior.

He glanced at the mecha and could vaguely see some resemblance to the Adam 1, but it was already far from being the same as the Adam 1.

This mech has clearly undergone significant simplification based on his original Adam 1 design.

The materials used on it are far inferior to those of Adam Type 1, its strength is also far inferior, and the deployment time of the mech is far too long. With that deployment time, he could have killed this strong man a dozen times over.

However, this mech is clearly not intended for fighting against Class C superhumans; its advantage lies in its mass production capability.

The mass production plan for the simplified version of the Adam 1, which He Ao initially formulated, seems to be progressing in an orderly manner.

According to the original plan, this black, portable lightweight mech should be called 'Cain'.

He Ao withdrew his gaze, and at this moment Roger was also sizing him up. After a long silence, Roger said slowly, "You are a little different from what I imagined."

"Why is it different?"

He offered Roger a cigarette, but Roger waved it away.

Roger doesn't smoke much; he feels that smoking affects his thinking and makes his lungs look bad.

Of course, this is a point that 'Pet' shouldn't know.

He Ao put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it himself.

“I thought you would be the kind of mercenary with a hoarse voice and a fierce face,” Roger looked at Heo and chuckled softly, “but you actually look like an employee who should be working for some corporation and has a happy family.”

"People always have multiple facets."

He Ao exhaled a puff of smoke.

"The way you smoke is a bit like one of my friends,"

Roger glanced at He Ao.

"Oh?" He Ao, a cigarette dangling from his lips, gazed at the desolate wilderness in the night. "What kind of person is he?"

"A foul-mouthed, reckless old man," Roger followed He's gaze, where a bright moon hung in the wilderness.

Above that, "but she has a great figure, which is quite admirable at times."

"Sounds like a very interesting person."

He Ao took a drag of his cigarette and said slowly.

"So why did you ask me to come here?"

Roger looked at Heo.

Today's meeting was arranged five days ago when Roger said he was going to join a caravan to Irons City to collect some experimental materials in the wilderness along the way. Heo agreed to meet him on this path leading to the city.

Of course, Heo didn't know where the path was at the time; Eve found out for him after searching.

"I need your help with something..."

He and Roger exchanged a few words.

Then he stubbed out his cigarette and waved in the direction of his SUV.

Aini, who was dozing off, vaguely saw her father waving. She got out of the car in a daze and ran over. "Dad, what's wrong?"

“This is your Uncle Roger.”

He pointed at Roger.

Annie glanced with some confusion at the tense driver and passengers in the SUV, as well as the man in the strange armor, before finally fixing her gaze on the brown-haired Roger.

"Hello, Uncle Roger."

The little girl bowed politely.

"Is this your daughter?" Roger looked at Annie with some surprise. "She does look a bit like you, but she's much prettier."

He Ao:

"My dad was very handsome when he was young."

Annie chuckled and took her father's hand.

"You can clearly see that there's nothing wrong with my genes."