Life Dungeon Game

He Ao immediately dropped the Gauss gun in his hand and continued to reach out. The next second, a mercenary quickly handed him a new Gauss gun.

At this moment, He Ao didn't seem like the target being chased by these mercenaries; rather, he seemed more like the commander giving orders to them.

He raised his gun, aimed at another laser sniper cannon, and fired another shot without hesitation.

Then he quickly dropped the Gauss gun in his hand.

With a loud explosion, a new Gauss gun was handed to Heo almost immediately.

As gunshots rang out, the laser sniper cannons at the main gate that could fire all exploded one by one.

Amidst the mercenaries' astonished and fearful gazes, Heo discarded his last Gauss rifle, then slowly moved forward, crossed the gate, passed the SUV carrying a sniper cannon that was engulfed in flames, and slowly walked back to the edge of the street.

The immense power emanating from the secret medicine was rampaging through his body, reshaping his form.

Nourishes—

With a loud screech of brakes, a high-end black sedan traveling at high speed came to a stop in front of He Ao, leaving a trail of black skid marks stretching for more than ten meters.

Then, with a soft sound, the window of the black sedan slowly rolled down, revealing Hai Xi's face with short, wine-red hair.

The passenger door opened automatically.

"boarding!"

Hai Xi glanced at He Ao, who was covered in blood, and said quickly.

He Ao didn't hesitate and got into the car.

The black sedan closed its doors, started quickly, and drove past the burnt-out wreckage of the black SUV, leaving only its frame.

Hai Xi glanced out the car window, then looked at He Ao, "Are you crazy? If I had arrived any later, would I have been able to take you straight to the crematorium? I don't have the money to buy you a burial plot."

"I've already bought a burial plot at Inwitt Cemetery."

He Ao leaned back in the passenger seat and forced a smile.

"Because of the wind over there"

Is the scenery beautiful?

Hai Xi floored the accelerator, and the black sedan sped through the night streets.

But she received no response.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw He Ao staring blankly at a blood-stained pendant on his chest.

Jess bought the burial plot a long time ago, along with his wife's plot, right next to his parents' plot.

"Don't die in my car. It's a brand new car. I don't own many cars, and one of them exploded today."

Hai Xi looked away and quietly changed the subject.

“Don’t worry,” Heo said, gazing at the road ahead, “my destination isn’t here.”

Then he paused, "Has that person been caught?"

"He's been caught and is already being held at my headquarters."

Hai Xi stared at the road ahead, then suddenly made a sharp turn. "But you have to live to see him."

"That depends on whether the private doctor you know is reliable."

He Ao leaned back in his chair, steadying himself, and smiled.

"That guy's skills are alright, but he charges a lot of money. You should be prepared to bleed a lot."

Hearing He Ao's laughter, Hai Xi's tense tone relaxed a bit.

"If I die, will I no longer have to pay medical expenses?"

He Ao chuckled softly.

"You still have the energy to joke around, so you're not going to die easily."

Hai Xi suddenly turned and entered a dilapidated alley. "But even if you really die, I won't pay your medical bills."

This time, she received no response from He Ao.

She paused in her movements, turned her head to look at her side, and found that He Ao had closed his eyes at some point.

She stiffened, her gaze quickly shifting downwards to see He Ao's hand tightly gripping the pendant, and his chest rising and falling slightly.

Only then did she breathe a slight sigh of relief, use the car's infotainment system to fasten He Ao's seatbelt, then turn around and floor the accelerator.

The black sedan sped along the dilapidated road.

Chapter 551 This is where I grew up (Mega Chapter, please vote!)

The helicopter roared through the dark night sky like a hurricane, and two hazy figures jumped off the helicopter and landed in front of the small building where the flames still lingered.

"The smell of blood was very strong; many people had died."

The figure on the left, dressed in white casual wear, stepped over the overgrown weeds, his gaze fixed on the somewhat desolate, open door of the small building.

"We can't get in touch with those mercenaries."

The figure on the right, dressed in black combat gear, glanced at the laser sniper cannons still burning on both sides.

“A hundred people couldn’t stop a single D-level superhuman,” the casually dressed figure sneered. “Even if a hundred pigs stood in their way, they wouldn’t be able to kill them all in such a short time.”

"Who's there?"

The figure in combat uniform on the right suddenly raised his head and looked into the depths of the small building.

Then his figure vanished instantly, flashing into the small building. A few seconds later, a mercenary wearing an exoskeleton and carrying various equipment was dragged out by his neck and thrown to the ground.

"Are you the only mercenary here?"

The figure in casual clothes looked down at the mercenary, and through the dim firelight, he could see some mottled bloodstains on the mercenary's face.

“Dead,” the mercenary seemed to realize something, and subconsciously shrank back a little. “Most of them are dead.”

"Killed by the target?"

The figure in combat uniform asked in a low voice.

"They're all dead."

The mercenary stood frozen, as if some terrifying image was echoing in his mind.

“Useless,” the casually dressed figure crouched down, looking at the mercenary. “Where is your commander? Dead too? And what about those who were injected with the gene serum?”

"The commander is dead,"

The mercenary finally came to his senses. He stared at the two figures in front of him, who were backlit by the moonlight, so he couldn't make out their features. "Are you people from above?"

Then he quickly explained, "Most of them died, and the rest ran away."

"So you steal things from those dead people and sell them on the black market?"

The figure in combat uniform crouched down, placing his hand on the mercenary's head, his large palm enveloping the mercenary's cheek. "Where's the target? Where did the target go?"

"The target was picked up in a black sedan," the mercenary's voice trembled, fear gripping his entire body. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

click -

Accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, blood splattered under the night sky.

“I know you don’t like deserters who steal from their dead comrades,” the figure in casual clothes stood up, brushing off the blood splattered on his clothes, “but you killed him, how are we going to report this to the boss?”

"The boss never cares about the details of what happened."

The figure in the combat uniform also stood up, turned around and walked outside. "He only cares about whether the mission is completed and whether the target is still alive. The board of directors is also concerned about whether the target will cause losses to the group."

"I don't know if the target will cause losses to the group, but you ruined my newly bought haute couture casual wear."

A figure in casual clothes followed behind a figure in combat uniform.

He continued to rub the bloodstains off his body.

"The brake marks have been there for a while,"

The figure in combat uniform crouched by the roadside, his blood-stained hand gently wiping the dark marks on the ground. Then he stood up and looked into the darkness at the end of the street, where buildings gleamed and loomed in the night. "Once the target enters the West District, he'll be harder to find."

Then he glanced at his casually dressed companion beside him and said, "Let's see if we can get it clean in the washing machine."

"This is haute couture!"

The figure in casual clothes let go of her hand with a hint of helplessness. "The washing machine just wrecked the design. Do you even understand art? I shouldn't have agreed to come with the boss."

"Then who else can you turn to?"

The figure in combat gear spoke calmly, "Evan was killed by the target last night."

Upon hearing this, the figure in casual clothes fell silent for a moment. He then looked up and followed the figure in combat gear into the deep, dark city. "Looks like the boss has messed with a formidable opponent this time."

"Three high-ranking mercenaries injected with Class C gene serum, twenty-six mercenaries injected with Class D gene serum, a combat team composed of three standard mercenary squads, an experienced elite commander, and seven portable laser sniper cannons—can you survive such an encirclement?"

The figure in combat uniform lowered his voice and looked at his comrade beside him.

"Escape is still possible,"

The figure in casual clothes paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Superhumans created with gene serums are ultimately weaker. Laser sniper cannons are not without weaknesses either. These laser cannons have charging intervals. As long as I capture a few prisoners and have them help me block the cannon fire, I can still escape even if I pay some price."

"What about a counterattack?"

The figure in combat uniform asked in a low voice.

This time, the figure in casual clothes fell completely silent.

The quiet night breeze brushed against their faces, and the flames burning on the destroyed laser cannons flickered slightly in the wind.

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tick-

Glistening water droplets seeped from the old water pipe wrapped in a towel, dripping one by one into the old, damp space with a crisp sound.

bang——

The light hanging high in the dark space suddenly shone, bringing a faint glimmer of light to the dark space, making it barely visible.

Thorne opened his eyes and looked around.