Life Dungeon Game

The creation of this 'deal' could plunge countless people already in despair into even deeper despair.

Roger instinctively felt that the world shouldn't be like this, but he was also acutely aware of his own powerlessness.

With the development of artificially cloned organs currently limited, this kind of "commercial project" that "trades life" and can generate huge profits will inevitably be vigorously promoted by conglomerates.

The world shouldn't be like this, but he can't change it.

His power was no match for a behemoth like Starry Sky Pharmaceuticals, let alone the conglomerate alliance that might be aligned with Starry Sky Pharmaceuticals.

“Dad, Uncle Roger, we can contact the FBI.”

Roger heard a soft sound behind him and turned around to find Annie standing behind the sofa with a plate of egg sandwiches.

She didn't know how long she had been standing there, but she seemed to have overheard the conversation between He Ao and Roger.

Roger rubbed his temples, unsure how to respond to his newly adopted 'little niece'.

He knew very well what the FBI would and wouldn't do.

He Ao raised his head and gazed into his daughter's eyes, where a soft, shimmering light sparkled in her beautiful light brown eyes.

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“Okay,” He Ao smiled at his daughter and nodded gently, “I’ll give it a try, but I can’t guarantee it will work.”

Roger glanced at Heo, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"Ok!"

Annie nodded emphatically. She put the sandwich on the table and picked up yesterday's homework. "Dad, Uncle Roger, I'm going to do my homework."

"Go."

He picked up a sandwich and said with a smile.

After the small bedroom door closed again, Roger picked up the sandwich from the plate, paused for a moment, and said slowly,

"The FBI won't get involved in this. Currently, federal law stipulates that the sale of organs between different individuals is illegal, and unauthorized gene editing of human bodies is illegal, but organ cloning is legal."

"Since Star Pharmaceuticals is able to conduct such a large-scale 'experiment,' it must have already been registered with the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services."

"The federal Public Health Act stipulates that all human experiments must be conducted with the informed consent of the participants. All 'volunteers' signed informed consent forms before participating in the experiments. Although the forms did not contain specific details, they indicated that the experiments might be harmful to the body."

"Given the shrewdness of Starstar Pharmaceuticals, even those parts that aren't explicitly labeled must comply with the federal Trade Secrets Protection Act."

Roger took a bite of his sandwich. "Even if everything goes smoothly at the beginning of a case like this, once it enters the litigation stage, it will take at least ten years of litigation. Regardless of the outcome, the project will be long over by then."

"Moreover, according to the 'communications' between Qunxing Pharmaceuticals and the FBI, such cases, which fall into a gray area, will not be filed at all, and may even implicate you in the case."

"fine."

He Ao took a bite of his sandwich. "There aren't always bad people in this world."

He raised his bracelet, and that's when he realized that Eve had lost contact with him.

For a moment, He Ao was somewhat dazed; this was the first time he had spent more than seven days on a mission in a dungeon world.

Eve's verification permissions are device-bound, and each device can only be used for seven days.

However, Eve would remind him that the time was almost up, so He Ao bought a brand new bracelet when he came back last night.

After re-binding Eve with the new bracelet in the bathroom, Heo asked Eve to collect information on various FBI agents in Limen City.

He then observed carefully, selected an agent, and sent some of the research institute's data to the agent's private email address using anonymous encrypted email, along with a brief summary.

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"...With his ordinary body, he stopped a 'thug' who was committing massacres in the city, defending the peace and safety of the city, but he himself gave his life. This is the story of the federal hero Ender."

"Now, this hero is buried in the Dumel National Cemetery in Dawn City..."

The camera gradually zooms out, revealing a serene tombstone covered in flowers. A tall, blonde woman slowly walks into the frame and places a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone.

"Watching promotional videos again?"

A soft laugh came from behind, "Our store is not as good as Chenxi City."

That's so grand, it might be a bit difficult for you to make a name for yourself.

Upon hearing the voice, the young man sitting in front of the computer immediately turned off the video and nervously turned around. "Chief, it's me, it's me..."

“It’s alright,” the middle-aged man with a shaved head patted the young man on the shoulder. “Keep up the good work. Young people should have drive.”

"it is good."

The young man nodded nervously, watching the bureau chief walk into the office.

This is Nock's third month working for the FBI in Lemon.

The store is very peaceful.

Peaceful, like the wind at sunset, all is quiet.

The biggest thing Nock did in the past three months was to catch a group of wild hunters who were illegally smuggling furs.

The biggest case the FBI has ever handled was a few days ago when a construction company owner died in his own penthouse villa.

There's still no lead on that case.

That's all there is to it; everything seems to be fine.

"You got caught slacking off by the bureau chief?" His colleague, who was eating instant noodles next to him, leaned over and glanced at him, laughing. "You watch that documentary about Ander all the time, do you like his beautiful female co-star who only appeared once or twice?"

"Huh?" Nock shook his head subconsciously. "No, I just admire Ender a lot. I admire such a heroic figure. I really want to see him in person and ask him why he is so amazing."

Upon hearing this, his colleague, who was eating instant noodles, looked up at him and had the noodles in his mouth lifted up.

He slurped the instant noodles into his mouth and mumbled, "Although heroes are worthy of respect, being a hero isn't easy, and you probably won't get to see him."

Who can see a dead person?

He turned around and went about his own business.

Nock looked at his colleague's retreating figure, somewhat puzzled.

At that moment, his bracelet vibrated, and he received a private email.

He rarely uses his personal email; only a few friends and salespeople send him emails, which he blocks. He also hasn't contacted his friends in a long time.

Who would email me at this time?

He raised his bracelet with some confusion and opened the email.

...one hour later...

boom--

The door to the director's office was suddenly pushed open, and the director, who was making milk tea, raised his head, which was reflecting the sunlight, in a daze.

"Director, look at this."

Holding his tablet, Nok dashed to the director's desk, startling the director who grabbed the milk tea pot that was simmering on a nearby shelf.

"Take your time, speak slowly."

The door that Nock had pushed open closed automatically, and the director picked up a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from the side and put them on.

"Look at this, they've gone too far!"

Nock's cheeks flushed red, and the tablet in his hand trembled slightly from his tight grip.

"What is it? Let me see..."

The director reached out and took the tablet computer from Nock, and began to browse through its contents.

As he continued reading, his expression gradually darkened.

Seeing that the director had finished reading the overview, Nock quickly said, "Director, all of this is true."

I've already reviewed the rest of the materials. We need to open a case immediately and arrest all of these people. What they did is utterly outrageous and inhuman; they're worse than animals…

His language had lost its logic due to anger.

"No rush, have a seat."

The director didn't look up, still staring at the documents on the tablet with a stern face. He casually pointed to a chair in front of the table.

Nock wanted to say something, but seeing the chief's grim face, he swallowed his words and sat back down in his chair.

After a long while, the director put down the tablet, looked up at him, and asked, "Where did you get these documents?"

“It was provided by a kind citizen named Zadi,” Nock quickly said. “He sent it to my private email address and also left an anonymous email address, saying that he could help us if we file a case.”

As he spoke, he stood up slightly, somewhat excitedly, "He must be the key figure in this case... Chief, we must seize this lead."

"Calm down," the director waved for him to sit down, then abruptly asked, "Have you ever thought about why he would send these documents to a private email address, and even to your private email address?"

"what?"

Nock was taken aback.

When asked this question, his thoughts gradually calmed down.

Then he realized that something was wrong. The normal procedure for reporting a crime is to call the FBI directly, and even if it is an anonymous report, it is done through the FBI's website.

The other party wasn't his informant, and even if they were, this kind of information would be sent to a specific 'work email address'.

While it's normal for private emails to be leaked, why him?

Nock looked up at the director, somewhat confused. "I don't know."

"You are the youngest and most energetic detective in our Limen branch."

The director did not blame or reprimand Nock, but simply said it softly.

Nock was taken aback. He seemed to understand something, but at the same time, he seemed to understand nothing.

At this point, the director did not continue the topic, but instead opened his personal computer and continued, "The 'research institute' you mentioned in your file had a fire last night. Most of the institute was destroyed, and several staff members are missing."

The director paused for a moment, then continued, "Among these missing persons is a man named Zadi. He is the head of the security department at the research institute, and he was the only one who could enter some of the areas where the fire occurred yesterday."

"I···"