Life Dungeon Game

We came to report this crime, hoping the FBI could uphold justice for us, catch this heinous criminal, and restore order to our store.

"To... uphold justice for you?"

Just then, Nock picked up a document from the table and opened it. Upon hearing this, he looked up in disbelief at the lawyer standing in front of him.

The lawyer smiled gently, but his expression held a hint of indignation and grievance, as if he and the 'Star Pharmaceuticals' behind him were truly innocent victims of bullying.

Nock felt a surge of energy rise to his chest, and the intense anger even made him feel slightly suffocated.

He reached out to grab the lawyer's shoulder, angrily questioning him about the institute's human experimentation.

"cough--"

But just a second before he was about to explode, a soft cough sounded in his ear. The bureau chief picked up the milk tea pot beside him, took out three cups, and reached over the photo frame on the table to fill each cup with milk tea.

"Come, come, have a cup of tea. It took me a lot of effort to make this milk tea."

Upon hearing the director's words, Nock suppressed his emotions that were about to erupt. He took a deep breath and focused his attention back on the documents in his hands.

"Let me take a look at the information first."

His voice had a kind of suppressed hoarseness.

Meanwhile, the lawyer naturally picked up the milk tea beside him, looked at the director and chuckled, "I heard the FBI has information on Zadi? Actually, Director Thorin, you could do this: contact Zadi first, lure him to the location we've set up, and then arrest him in one fell swoop."

At this point, the lawyer glanced casually at the small office. "If the FBI is short-staffed, our Star Pharmaceuticals can also provide some 'support.' After all, upholding federal fairness and justice is the duty of ordinary citizens and legitimate businesses like us."

"Oh? Is there such a good thing?"

The bureau chief smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Nock, who was flipping through the documents, froze in place.

The lawyer's words implied that they knew 'Zadi' had contacted the FBI.

However, in Limen City, only two people knew about this: one was himself, and the other was... He glanced at the bureau chief who was laughing so hard his eyes were almost closed.

However, he quickly realized that if it was the chief who said it, the lawyer wouldn't have made such a suggestion, and the lawyer didn't seem to know that he was the agent contacted by 'Zadi'.

The bureau chief once said that he would report those materials to his superiors.

Nock glanced at the lawyer, who still wore a gentle smile; it seemed this was the result of the 'report'.

This is no coincidence at all; Qunxing Pharmaceuticals came prepared.

Moreover, the charge of 'stealing trade secrets' is easier to prove than 'arson'.

Stars Pharmaceuticals clearly wanted to use the FBI's resources to capture 'Zadi'.

At that moment, Nock suddenly remembered the question the director had asked earlier: why didn't 'Zadi' report it through public channels, but instead sent it to his private email address.

Because 'Zadi' doesn't trust the FBI at all!

Nock suddenly felt a sense of despair; he had always thought he could rely on...

The wall he was leaning against collapsed and turned into huge boulders that crushed him.

He was neither a superhuman nor experienced; without the identity of an FBI agent, he was nothing.

To try to investigate the research institute and Qunxing Pharmaceuticals on his own, and to seek justice for those who lost their lives or died innocently in the institute, is nothing short of a pipe dream. Even his colleagues and superiors who are currently speaking kindly to him may become his enemies in the next second.

At that moment, he felt as if he had fallen into the darkest abyss, with no light to be felt around him.

A chilling sensation crept up his back, and even as the sunlight shone on his arms, he only felt the biting cold.

Is this what Zadi is facing now? The whole world is his enemy; he has no one he can trust, and no one he can trust.

Nock froze in mid-air as he flipped through the documents.

“Nock, you need to put your heart into this case,” the chief said softly with a smile. His round forehead reflected the sunlight, and his face seemed to be squeezing together as he smiled. “If you get along well with Starry Sky Pharmaceuticals, things will go much more smoothly for you in the future. You need to understand where you should put your heart into things and where you shouldn’t.”

You need to understand where you should focus your attention and where you shouldn't.

These words struck Nock like a hammer blow. He struggled to lift his head and look at the lawyer in front of him.

The lawyer was also looking at him at that moment. The young lawyer stood up and smiled, "Of course, our group likes young talents like Mr. Knok the most. Mr. Knok is young but has courage and insight. He will surely have a bright future."

As he spoke, the lawyer pulled an invitation from his pocket.

"I happen to have an invitation to the group's charity gala here. It is said that all the young talents in the entire Limen City will be present at this gala, and the mayor and the senator will also be attending."

"I wonder if Mr. Knox has a girl he likes? Perhaps he will meet Cupid at this dinner party."

Nock looked at the invitation card handed to him, which had gilded edges and was inlaid with small gemstones.

In the past, he would be chased away by security guards even if he just glanced at the edge of the door at such high-society banquets.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the sounds of clinking glasses and soft dance music.

What the lawyer handed over was not an invitation, but a road to heaven.

The invitations weren't important, nor was the dinner itself; what mattered was that Qunxing Pharmaceuticals could easily gather a group of high-society individuals.

Accepting this invitation is equivalent to accepting an invitation from Qunxing Pharmaceuticals.

Nock could almost see the glittering lights and bustling high society slowly opening its doors before him.

He glanced at the bracelet on his wrist; it displayed the private email address 'Zadi' had given him. If he could just figure out a way to lure 'Zadi' out...

Thump—thump—thump—

Nock seemed to hear his own heartbeat getting faster and faster.

Fate placed him at a crossroads; one side of the path was adorned with jewels and lights, where graceful women swayed on a stage, and elegantly dressed people raised water to him.

Crystal-carved wine glasses.

On the other side, there was an endless, all-consuming pitch-black night. In the deepest part of the night, a lonely and indistinct figure stood quietly, alone in the deepest darkness, his body shimmering with a faint light.

The light was so weak and dim, as if it would be completely swallowed by the night at any moment.

Nock stared at the invitation before him as if he were gazing at a fork in the road of fate.

Finally, he smiled slightly and placed the documents in his hand on the table. "Sorry, I have some things to take care of at home, I have to go back."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out the door without looking back.

Why did 'Zadi' choose him? Why did he send his information to him privately?

The other party had obviously investigated him. Nock didn't know what they had found out, but he knew that the fact that the other party only sent him emails meant only one thing.

The other party believed him.

Even in the darkest of nights, the other person believed that there were other shining beings in the endless darkness.

He cannot betray this trust, just as a person walking in the dark cannot betray the torch that illuminates his body.

The office's automatic doors closed slowly.

For the first time, the young lawyer showed an expression other than a smile. He stood there holding the invitation, stiff as a puppet stripped of its finery.

"Bastard!"

The bureau chief seemed to finally realize what was happening. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

Only then did the lawyer snap out of his daze. He turned around and looked at the bureau chief.

Seemingly enraged, the bureau chief picked up the phone on the table and said, "Tell that little bastard he's suspended. If he can't figure out what he did wrong, he can just get out of here!"

The oppressive atmosphere, belonging to the C-level, instantly spread to every corner of the small office.

The young lawyer was so overwhelmed by the terrifying atmosphere that he almost suffocated. Trembling, he put away the invitation and looked at the director. "Director Sorin, calm down. It's inevitable for young and promising people to have high aspirations. Calm down, calm down."

At this moment, the director seemed to realize that the lawyer was being oppressed to the point of death. He quickly calmed down and put on a smile again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It was my fault for not managing my subordinates properly. This brat is still too impulsive. Here's what I'll do: I'll call over a reliable and steady detective from the bureau right away. He will definitely be able to handle this matter well."

"Okay, okay, okay"

The lawyer, finally catching his breath, sat back down in his chair. He looked at the director's smiling face again. The director's attitude was so good that he couldn't vent his anger and could only swallow it back.

However, he was no longer in the mood to chat with the bureau chief.

The wait was always long, and the lawyer took a sip of his milk tea.

He glanced at the director's desk, his gaze lingering on a picture frame.

In the photo frame, the bureau chief and his wife are leaning together, with their elderly parents sitting in front and three children (one big and two small) standing on either side.

Judging from the newness of the frame and the director's appearance, this photo seems to have been taken recently.

They're a wonderful family, with both young and old members.

The lawyer looked away and continued to stare at the closed office door.

Soon, an older, middle-aged detective pushed open the door and walked in.

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Nock returned to his workstation, grabbed two simple items, and while quickly editing an email on his wristband, he sprinted towards the door.

At the workstation next to him, his colleague, who was eating instant noodles, was leaning back in his office chair watching a promotional documentary about Ander.

The scene finally pauses in front of Ender's tombstone.

Behind this solitary tombstone are countless other solitary tombstones.

"Being a hero isn't so easy."

-

"So, do you have any solutions in mind now?"

Under the bright sunlight, Roger, standing by the window, asked softly.

He looked up at the sunlight outside the window, its even glow spreading across his face. "There's always a solution to everything."

He raised his wristband and glanced at the newly received email in his inbox.

This mission is indeed much more difficult than before.

But he is not alone now.

Chapter 473 'Visiting' the Senator (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

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