Life Dungeon Game

"what!!!"

The mercenary was startled and took a step back, bumping into his companion behind him. Then he raised his gun, aimed it at the figure hanging from the ceiling, and pulled the trigger.

The next second, the sharp blade pierced through his exoskeleton armor and through his neck.

He stared at what was in front of him, at the figure that appeared before him like a phantom and plunged a dagger into his neck.

The figure still wore a gentle yet maniacal smile. He reached out and gently stroked the mercenary's head, his gentle voice echoing in the silent darkness, "Don't be afraid, head..."

Dizziness is normal, it will pass quickly.

"Bastard! Die!!!"

The mercenary's companion suddenly raised his Gauss rifle and aimed it at the figure.

Immediately following the splatter of blood as the dagger was pulled out, the cold blade flashed across the night sky, and in just an instant, it pierced the neck of the roaring companion once more.

The figure supported the Gauss rifle and gently turned its muzzle.

The mercenary comrade, still on his deathbed, instinctively pulled the trigger.

boom--

The sharp bullet sliced ​​through the darkness, striking the silent depths of the night.

A shocked third 'mercenary' emerged from the darkness, staring blankly at his comrade who had fired the shot.

At such close range, the bullet from the Gauss rifle pierced his heart, taking his life.

He used the 'Assassin' gene serum, gaining the abilities of an assassin. He had just reached behind Heo in the darkness when he was shot in the heart by his companion Gauss.

Assassins are not physically strong to begin with, and those who have been forcibly enhanced with gene-enhancing drugs are much weaker than the original version.

Being shot by Gauss at such close range, the bullet easily pierced the mercenary's body, taking his life.

With his final expression of horror, the mercenary's body decayed in the darkness.

He Ao drew his dagger and disappeared into the night.

Bright red blood soaked the ground mixed with mud and sand.

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"Which combat team is it now?"

The officer's once strong voice had become somewhat hoarse as he stood on the sixth-floor staircase, staring at the corpse lying on the stairwell.

"This is the fifth one."

The short mercenary standing behind him spoke slowly.

"Should we bring in another team from outside? The bodies from those teams are all left in key locations. It seems the target deliberately wants people to see these bodies. The soldiers are under a lot of pressure, and their morale is being severely affected. You also saw how the people who used the gene serum died... We need to think of a solution."

"When they gave us these gene-enhancing drugs, did they describe the method of death?"

The officer said in a deep voice.

"No."

The short mercenary shook his head.

"These bastards are using us as guinea pigs."

The officer's voice was hoarse as he stared at the corpses on the ground. "Stop the large-scale search. Have the new mercenaries and gene serum arrived? Let them all come in. Form new combat teams of three groups each, keeping them within sight of each other and sticking together. We'll push through the buildings one floor at a time."

"Bring in outside personnel; if the target escapes..."

The short mercenary whispered.

“The target won’t run away,” the officer shook his head. “I don’t know what the target wants, but he definitely has his own ideas. The mercenary squad that was sent to surround and kill him before was completely wiped out by him. He may want to use the same trick again this time and just take us out.”

"Take care of us? Has he gone mad?"

Upon hearing this, the short mercenary paused for a moment. He knew the target was individually very strong, but he still couldn't help but laugh at this somewhat 'far-fetched' assessment. "We have three mercenary squads here, nearly a hundred people, and dozens of D-grade gene drugs."

The agent consisted of three Class C gene-based drugs, and there were also heavy weapons outside.

"Don't even mention a hundred elite mercenaries, even a hundred pigs charging at him wouldn't be enough to keep him standing still. Besides, he's injured, so how could he possibly fight back? And do you think he can take us all out?"

"My adjutant has been taken care of,"

The officer said in a low voice, "There aren't three people with the C-grade gene serum anymore, so the target is very strong."

Then he glanced around.

"These groups all died on the fifth and sixth floors. He is most likely still on those two floors. There is only one staircase in this building, and it is also the only normal entrance and exit. The aiming system of the sniper cannons outside has locked onto all the walls. Once he goes out, he will be directly locked onto and attacked by the intelligent system."

"Tell everyone to get as close as possible. We'll tighten the encirclement and block all entrances and exits. He can't escape. This building is not like the chaotic alleys in the West District. It's too small here, and the environment isn't complicated. There's no space for him to hide."

The officer raised his hand, and the monitor on his arm projected a rough architectural sketch of the building. "According to the information from the medical building, he had already been ambushed at the medical conglomerate building before encountering us. He then encountered several squads here. After such a long battle, even if he is using a mechanical prosthetic body, his energy should be running out."

"He's very important; we can't be too cautious. The higher-ups have promised to increase the bonus and have sent a real C-level officer on his way here."

The officer's gaze fell on the mercenaries moving through the darkness. "Our mission is to keep him occupied, then surround and kill him. If we can't defeat him, we'll wear him down. If we can't kill him, we'll stall him and wait for reinforcements. He can't leave this building alive."

"Yes!"

The short mercenary's smile faded, and he nodded emphatically.

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After taking down the last soldier in front of him, Heo leaned against the wall.

He watched the rapidly decaying mercenary, blood with a faint yellow glow slowly seeping from his waist.

He pulled some hemostatic spray from the mercenary's exoskeleton armor and sprayed it on the wound, barely managing to stop the bleeding from continuing.

He had injured his lower back during the previous battle with the lieutenant who had been injected with a Class C 'Paranoia' gene serum.

In the recent battle with the mercenary who had been injected with gene-enhancing drugs, the wound on his waist was torn open again, worsening his condition.

Jess's physical abilities are too weak. Even though Heo has rich combat experience and skills, he must be extremely cautious with every step due to the absolute difference in strength.

The mysterious man had clearly gone to great lengths to kill him. Even though gene serums were something that could be mass-produced, and even though he had never manufactured high-level gene serums before, He Ao, as the actual creator of gene serums, was very clear about their manufacturing costs.

A single Class D gene agent, under current manufacturing conditions, with the appropriate materials, plus labor and machinery losses, would cost at least a million federal dollars.

A single C-level gene drug can cost as much as tens of millions of federal dollars.

Although the cost could be significantly reduced later with the introduction of factories and production lines, in the short term, the production of these gene-based drugs...

Prices will obviously remain high.

He even suspected that the mysterious man had taken out all the gene-enhancing drugs he had secretly produced to use against him.

Of the mercenary combat teams he just killed, at least seven had been infected with gene-enhancing drugs.

Add to that the adjutant with the C-grade gene serum, and even if the mysterious man secretly built a laboratory twice the size of Jess's former laboratory, it wouldn't be able to produce such a high capacity in a short period of time.

Therefore, these can only be considered inventory.

It seems that this mercenary squad has quite a few of these 'stock'.

This guy really thinks highly of himself, spending so much money.

He leaned against the corner of the wall, feeling his wound gradually stabilize. He slowly stood up and moved back into the darkness.

In fact, Mystic's attitude towards Jess is very simple:

If you can't get it, destroy it.

Jess is currently the only person in the Federation who, through his own abilities, is capable of recreating gene serums and even continuing to improve them.

If such a person falls into the hands of hostile forces, then the gene-altering technology in the hands of the mysterious person will no longer be exclusive and monopolized.

Compared to the value of gene-based technology and the potential losses if Jess falls into the hands of other factions, the costs Mysterio is now investing in seem relatively low.

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A while later, a mercenary group discovered the bodies in the corner and stared at the mercenaries who had turned into corpses.

The mercenary group that had just fallen silent was so close to where they had been standing before, so close that if their target had moved even a little more, they could have been the ones lying there forever.

More and more mercenaries entered the building, but fear spread through everyone's hearts along with the darkness.

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Moonlight shone on the parking lot exit.

As soon as Thorne's car drove out of the exit, more than a dozen black SUVs rushed out of the darkness and surrounded him.

Heavy machine guns were mounted on the off-road vehicles.

All around were people in shopping mall work uniforms lying haphazardly on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Thorne, sitting in the car, frowned.

A black sedan drove out of the SUV and stopped in front of Thorne's vehicle.

The car door opened, and a red-haired woman in a mermaid dress stepped out of the car.

"Hai Xi, what do you want to do?"

Thorne sat in the car, rolled down the window, and gazed at the woman outside.

"Please come with me."

Hashi looked at him with a smile.

"You filthy bitch!"

A figure in black jumped out of the passenger seat and charged towards Hai Xi.

In the dim light, a slender ray of light flashed by, and the figure in black froze in mid-air, its head and body separated, falling to different places.

Hesy gently raised her hand, tucking the slender silk thread into her sleeve. She calmly gazed at Thorne, while the muzzles of the machine guns around them were also pointed at him.

The one who just died was Thorne's D-level superhuman bodyguard. Although he wasn't as strong as the Iron Claw gang leader, he was already the strongest among the surrounding subordinates.

He wouldn't be in such a passive position if all the mercenaries hadn't left.

Thorne watched this scene, remained silent for a moment, then slowly stepped out of the vehicle and raised his hands.

Chapter 549 Are you scared? (Mega Chapter, please vote!)