Life Dungeon Game

The little girl, nestled in the old man's arms, reached out and gripped the old man's collar tightly.

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"It's successful? The fire's started?"

The small drone gradually enlarged in the night, slowly gliding down into the deep, secluded alley, landing on the off-road vehicle parked there, covered in metal patches, and in front of the two men standing in front of the vehicle.

"That's right, don't you know what I do?"

The man holding the remote control glanced back at his companion and laughed, "This time it's really troublesome. My super long-lasting drone has run out of power."

"How are the old man and the little girl?"

His companion behind him asked a question.

"No,"

The man operating the drone watched it land on the hood of the SUV. "The fire alarm came too quickly this time. I didn't have much time to observe, lest the onlookers below see it."

He pulled a suitcase out of the SUV and began loading the drone, laughing as he did so.

"However, this was the first time we'd put in such a heavy dose of sleeping pills, a lethal dose. An old man who was almost seventy and a ten-year-old girl. The girl was separated by a door, so she probably didn't inhale much. The old man was definitely going to die. He wasn't killed by the drug, but he wouldn't wake up either. He was burned to death."

"Don't worry, I'm very careful. I've done this kind of thing countless times in the past two years, and have you ever seen anyone survive? Besides, our mission this time is to destroy the things in the house. Killing someone is just a side effect. What can an old man who's about to die and a child accomplish? What threat can they pose?"

"Too."

His companion chuckled and helped him put it away.

"If it weren't for the fact that the window in that room was too small, we would have had to use this small drone,"

As the man put the remote control in his hand into the briefcase, he said, "I'll just get a bigger one, attach a silenced pistol to it, and fire two shots to give them a quick death, so they won't be burned alive in the fire."

He laughed as he spoke, "Isn't living in this world more torturous than dying? I'm sending him to heaven early to enjoy his blessings. If ghosts really exist in this world, he should thank me."

The man closed the suitcase, pressed the latch, and lifted it up.

"Would you like to go to heaven to enjoy bliss?"

Just then, a slightly childish voice rang out from the night behind the two of them.

"Who?!"

The two men turned around instantly and each drew a pistol from their waist.

Immediately following was the crisp sound of the cane striking the ground, and the faint sound of footsteps.

The man who had just been operating the drone, carrying a briefcase, had his finger on the trigger, watching the night sky warily.

"Two people asking for directions."

A hoarse and aged voice came from the depths of the night.

The faint light outlined the figure, a tall and upright one.

The person who came was dressed in a neat shirt and crisp trousers, leaning on a cane with a carved wooden handle, and had short, graying hair.

Time has left its mark on the wrinkled face, but the old man's upright figure seems to have broken free from the shackles of time, etching his silhouette in the night.

Chapter 649 Deciding Life (Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Because Sito was asleep on the sofa, exhausted, Heo was still wearing the clothes he had worn when he returned from the funeral home that day—an old-fashioned, fitted, custom-made suit.

This was Sito's most expensive outfit, and the last one he bought with his wife while she was still alive.

This outfit was only worn at his wife's funeral. Although nearly seven years have passed, thanks to Sito's careful maintenance, the outfit still looks almost brand new.

After surviving the fire, the suit has developed many pills, but overall, it still maintains its perfect shape, outlining He Ao's aged but upright figure.

"Old man, you're not dead?"

The short-haired man carrying the drone briefcase recognized He Ao's face in the dim light. A look of surprise flashed across his face. Then he threw the briefcase on the ground, raised his gun, pointed it at He Ao's forehead, and walked up to his long-haired companion. "What do you want to do?"

"Ask for directions."

He Ao leaned on his cane with his right hand and held his granddaughter's hand with his left, his voice slow and hoarse.

When he brought his granddaughter out, she only had one set of pajamas.

During a break from chasing the drone, after confirming its landing location, he rested for a while at a nearby shop and bought his granddaughter a pair of slippers to make it easier for her to walk.

"What directions are you asking, you old man?"

Hearing his voice, the short-haired man scoffed, "You're so old you can barely breathe, what else do you want to do?"

This is the second character He's played as in the old man's dungeon; the last one was Rijette.

Compared to Rigit, who possesses exceptional martial arts talent, Sito is older and his physical abilities are far inferior to Rigit's.

Once a person is over sixty, their body will age rapidly year by year at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Even though Sito, who works out regularly, still has visible muscles, Heo had just chased after them and had used up a lot of energy. In addition, the anxiety of rushing out of the fire earlier had also made him feel tired.

"I'd like to ask, if we want to find your boss, the person who directed you to do this,"

He Ao stared at the short-haired man, his voice still slow and calm as he led his granddaughter forward step by step, asking, "Which way should we go?"

Which way to go?

Upon hearing this, the short-haired man holstered his gun, clutched his stomach, and chuckled, "Old man, you really want to die? Do you even know who our boss is?"

He let Heo move forward step by step, and his companions couldn't help but bend over and laugh.

"Close your eyes."

He Ao spoke softly to his granddaughter.

Just as He Ao was about to reach the two men, the short-haired man suddenly straightened up, raised his gun, and pointed it at He Ao's forehead. "Go to hell, you old man."

At the same time, the long-haired man next to him also raised his gun, pointed it at He Ao, and pulled the trigger.

However, before they could make a move, He Ao had already reacted. He raised his foot and delivered an upward kick, and just as the short-haired man raised his pistol, the tip of his leather shoe struck the short-haired man's wrist.

The short-haired man's hand trembled, and he lost his grip, causing the pistol to be kicked away.

Immediately afterwards, He Ao raised

With his right hand gripping the cane, he extended the curved cane forward, hooked it onto the wrist of the long-haired man on the other side, and with a forceful twist and lift, controlled the long-haired man's movement to fire the gun.

Then he released his grip on the cane, reached into the air, and caught the falling pistol in one hand.

Lower your arm, aim, and fire.

Bright red blood bloomed like roses on the back of the long-haired man's head in an instant.

His body leaned back against the SUV, slowly sliding downwards.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Before the short-haired man could react, he only felt the pistol leave his hand, the gunshot rang out, and his companion was already lying on the ground.

Immediately afterward, the cold muzzle of a gun was pointed at his forehead. He trembled as he raised his head and looked at the old man holding the pistol. He slowly raised his hands and said, "Grandpa... let's talk this out."

"What's the name of your gang? Where's the boss?"

He Ao's tone remained calm.

"Eagle Claw Gang, we're called Eagle Claw Gang. Our boss is currently in the townhouse at 35 St. John's Ninth Street in the South District. His name is Witt."

He said without hesitation.

"Thanks,"

He Ao put down his gun and glanced at the SUV next to him. "Your car. Do you want me to drive it back to your boss's place for you?"

"Of course, of course!"

The short-haired man pulled a key card from his pocket, squatted down with his head in his hands, and hurriedly said, "Do whatever you want."

He Ao did not take the key card immediately, but instead reached out and opened the back door, and carried his granddaughter inside.

At this moment, the granddaughter opened her eyes and stared blankly at him.

At the same time, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

A group of figures rushed out from behind him.

"Let me see what trouble our assassin Winter has run into?"

The group quickly surrounded the alley where He Ao was. The leader was a burly man carrying an assault rifle. He glanced at He Ao and laughed loudly, "Winter, am I seeing things? You've been taken hostage by an 'old man' whose hair is almost all white?"

He Ao didn't look at the group of figures, but looked at his granddaughter. He made a gesture of covering his ears, indicating that his granddaughter should squat behind the car door.

"Lie face down on the car, cover your ears, and don't lift your head."

He said softly, "It's like when we play hide-and-seek."

Then, as his granddaughter slowly squatted down, he reached out and closed the car door, picking up the cane that had fallen to the ground along with the long-haired man's corpse.

"An old man, a child, hahaha,"

The burly man looked at He Ao and couldn't help but laugh. He glanced at his two henchmen beside him, then looked back at He Ao and burst into laughter.

"Old man, this is not a place for you to play. You should go back to the nursing home. Otherwise, if you poop or pee in your pants, no caregiver will come to clean you up, hahaha."

He Ao calmly turned around to look at the burly man, and slightly straightened the collar of his suit jacket, which was still stained with a little blood.

There were five people surrounding He Ao this time. They formed a semi-circle and kept closing the distance to him as they spoke, completely surrounding him.

At that very moment, taking advantage of the instant that He Ao's attention was drawn to the burly man, Winter suddenly rushed out from behind him.

He pulled a sharp dagger from his waist and stabbed it into He Ao's neck.

The burly man saw everything, but he made no move; he simply placed his hand on the bolt of the gun.

He and Winter have been teammates for many years and know how to cooperate.

He Ao faced the burly man, acting as if nothing had happened, continuing to adjust his collar with the hand holding the gun.

Just as Winter was about to run up behind him, he gently raised his cane, pointed the tip backward, and thrust it sharply backward.

The hard end of the cane struck Winter's lower abdomen suddenly, causing his face to contort instantly, but he did not stop moving his hands.

But at that moment, He Ao's hand, which was adjusting his clothes, reached upwards, and the muzzle of the gun passed over his shoulder.

Winter stared at the gun barrel, a painful smile playing on his lips, almost as if he were laughing.