Life Dungeon Game

She reached out and squeezed, and a laser grating projection appeared in front of her. "Could you please help me set this up?"

"it is good."

He Ao nodded and took the small machines.

Jiaxi also came to her senses, excitedly picked up the grating, and joined Heo and Isia in setting it up.

The three quickly set up a laser isolation zone in the vicinity.

"I've already contacted my colleagues, they'll be here soon, but you might have to wait a bit."

Ishia patted her chest and then wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

Only now did she have time to gasp for breath. "This is the second closest I've ever been to death in my life. The last time was last night."

"It looks like you're their target."

He glanced at the people separated by the cordon, turned his back to the crowd, and casually said.

“It should be,” Ishia breathed a sigh of relief, “but as you said before, the more excited they are, the more crucial what I’ve found is.”

"What is your FBI?"

He Ao asked with some doubt.

"Temporary agent, not yet on file,"

Isia smiled and showed the badge to Heo. "We don't receive salaries from the FBI, nor do we accept FBI assignments. The Kegete Foundation has made this badge for all the higher-ranking employees in the Pollution Cleanup Division so that we can temporarily use the FBI's name to do things."

He Ao glanced at her identification.

This identification was different from the one worn by Ander's previous official employee. It only had a simple FBI emblem, Ishia's photo, name, and temporary number, and looked unusually rudimentary.

"Do you have a cooperative relationship with the FBI?"

He Ao asked.

"Yes, actually, this kind of thing—cleaning up cross-city pollution monsters—is..."

"This should be the FBI's responsibility, but the FBI in this small city probably doesn't even have a C-level officer. They can't handle the situation with the contaminated monster. Doing this kind of work is dangerous and the rewards are low."

Ishia explained, "I heard that the Kegete Group managed to get things sorted out with Ains and obtained special authorization from the FBI to allow the Pollution Cleanup Division to handle the pollution monsters alone, without the FBI interfering."

"Of course, the final cleanup of the contaminated monsters is counted in the FBI's 'performance'."

Getting a performance rating for free without spending money or effort sounds like a 'good thing'.

However, in contrast, the FBI has actually relinquished some of its power, with the Contamination Cleanup Division taking over some of its responsibilities to a certain extent.

Of course, in the dozen or so cities under the jurisdiction of the Pollution Cleanup Division, the Kegete Group has effectively achieved direct control of the cities, or indirect control by joining forces with local conglomerates.

In this situation, the Kejette Group is fully capable of blinding and deafening the FBI branches in these cities.

So for the FBI, they didn't really have a choice. By delegating power to the Pollution Cleanup Division, they could at least get some information from the Pollution Cleanup Division, and even some intelligence on the pollution monsters.

However, in terms of behavior, the Kegete Group has overstepped its bounds.

In most cities controlled by conglomerates, the FBI maintains its normal functions. Of course, conglomerates can find ways to get the FBI to turn a blind eye.

However, apart from the Kejette Group, Heo has not heard of any other conglomerate forcing the FBI to relinquish some of its power.

As a super conglomerate that has only recently entered the top twenty of the Federation, the Kegete Group always acts with the 'domineering' nature of a newly emerging conglomerate.

Has this 'cooperation' lasted for a long time?

He Ao asked casually.

"Not long ago, it seems like it's only been in the last two years,"

Isia pondered for a moment, "Originally, the operations of the Pollution Cleanup Division were all conducted openly, under the guise of a security company hired by the Kegete Group. However, under those circumstances, it was inevitable that the operations would be somewhat hesitant. Later, I don't know how the group managed to get things done with Irons, allowing us to act directly under the name of the FBI."

"It seems that the Kegete Group really values ​​the Pollution Cleanup Division,"

He Ao opened his hand and handed the butterfly knife to Ishia again, "Your knife."

Isia glanced at the folded butterfly knife in He Ao's hand, then slowly took it. She smiled and looked at Jiaxi beside her, "This knife was actually made by my grandfather."

He looked at her with some surprise and said slowly, "This is one of the best knives I have ever seen."

"Thanks,"

Ishia glanced down at the knife in her hand.

"When my grandfather was young, he apprenticed with a wandering swordsmith, but halfway through his apprenticeship, my great-grandfather tricked him into returning home, getting him married and starting a business."

"In his old age, he often joked with me that he was a 'half-baked' swordsmith, even though by then he was already a renowned master of cold weapons."

Many extraordinary individuals come to him seeking out weapons for forging, and my talent sequence is one of the rewards he offers for crafting weapons.

“I am her youngest granddaughter. When I was born, he was already very old. After he turned sixty, he stopped making weapons for others and instead used most of his possessions to buy ready-made materials and tinker with them at home.”

“I was young then, and my parents were often away from home, so I was fostered by him. He said he wanted to forge a truly extraordinary ‘sword’.”

Ishia flipped the butterfly knife in her hand over, carefully examining the delicate patterns on it.

"He spent a long time and used up all the materials to finally forge this butterfly knife. He said that he was not skilled enough to forge the best sword, so he could only settle for a small knife."

"This knife still didn't meet his expectations, but he knew it was his limit."

"This knife has a handle length of 23.5 centimeters, a blade length of 20.5 centimeters, and a total length of 44 centimeters. It comes in two forms,"

Ishia unfolded the butterfly knife with a backhand motion, revealing the blade that reflected a cold glint.

"The first type is a butterfly knife, which can unfold and retract the blade, while the second type,"

Ishia reached out and touched a hidden mechanical lever on the handle of the knife. Two pins popped out from the bottom of the handle. "It can be attached to a custom-made metal rod through these pins to form a gun or spear."

“My grandfather said he originally wanted to make a metal rod to match the butterfly knife, but he passed away before he could start making it.”

She looked up at He Ao and continued speaking.

"My grandfather gave me this knife before he died. His teacher once told him, 'A good weapon, in the hands of a good person, can save countless lives; in the hands of an evil person, it can harm countless people.' The happiest moment for a swordsmith is when he has forged a good sword and then entrusted it to the right person."

“My grandfather said he was a half-baked swordsmith, so he didn’t have any swords, only this little knife,”

Isia tightened the pin at the bottom of the hilt, folded the blade back into the hilt, and handed the butterfly knife to Heo. "But he still hopes I can help find the right owner for this knife."

"This is a fine knife, quite valuable,"

He Ao did not take the butterfly knife, but said slowly, "Besides, I may not be the right person for you."

“Actually, sir, when I saw you last night and you returned my knife, I felt that you were the ‘right person’ my grandfather was looking for.”

Isia smiled, but instead of directly trying to persuade Heo, she continued...

“Before this, I always felt that ‘K’ was the right person, but he was too mysterious. I searched for him for more than a year without finding any trace of him. But luckily, I met you.”

Isia turned to look at Heo, "Old sir, you are better able to unleash the full power of this knife than I am. I believe you are better able to guide it on the right path than I am. And you have saved me twice. Doesn't my life compensate for this 'valuable' gift?"

He Ao still showed no intention of taking the knife.

"Old sir, do you know why my grandfather left this knife to me?"

Isia glanced at Heo, then at Garcia, “because he felt that of all his children and grandchildren, I was the only one who would keep his last wish and give the knife to the ‘right person,’ instead of keeping it for myself or selling it for a good price.”

She looked at He Ao and said, “Sir, this is my grandfather’s last wish, and it is the belief he passed down to me that I hope I can uphold. Moreover, you need this knife more than I do now.”

"I don't know how much longer I can use this knife,"

He finally took the knife. He glanced at Ishia, unfolded the butterfly knife, and carefully examined the blade in his hand. "I will contact you when I no longer need this knife."

"it is good."

Ishia nodded gently; she knew this was the limit.

She stretched and let out a long sigh of relief. She glanced at He Ao and smiled, "It feels like a stone that has been weighing on my heart for more than ten years has finally been put down at this moment."

Then she raised her wristband, glanced at the information on it, and turned to look at He Ao. "Sir, my colleagues will be here soon. I asked them to bring the box containing my black market account equipment as well."

Chapter 659 A Pleasant Cooperation (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Several speeding black cars stopped on the side of the road.

"Minister, this is the box you were supposed to bring."

A young man dressed in a casual plaid shirt got out of the first black car, carrying a small black briefcase.

"Thank you, just a moment..."

Ishia was currently gathering her fluffy, brown-gold hair with both hands, then loosely tying it with a rubber band, letting it hang down her back.

After finishing what she was doing, she reached out and took the suitcase from the handbag. "Thank you for your hard work."

"it's okay no problem,"

The young man quickly waved his hand, then looked at the cordon behind Ishia, "Minister, what about this time?"

"A Class C contaminated monster. Take precautions before going in."

Ishia said quickly, then reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, "This time the problem is more serious, be careful."

"it is good."

The young man glanced nervously at the back of the corridor, then looked back at the other members getting out of the car behind him, and waved, "Put on your protective gear, a few of you come in with me, and two of you stay at the door to guard the isolation area."

Ishia stepped aside to let the pollution cleanup crew pass through the laser barrier.

Then she raised her bracelet, flipping through the information on it, and continued forward, turning into another alley.

In this alley, there is a sky-blue driverless taxi parked.

Isia opened the back door and got in, while Heo was already sitting in the back of the taxi.

As more and more onlookers gathered, He Ao stopped waiting at the alley entrance and instead hailed a driverless taxi with Jiaxi in the alley, waiting for Yixia to finish arranging things.

"This is a device with an account, as well as iris contact lenses and palm print gloves for identity verification. Once the black market level exceeds 1, regular biometric verification will be required."

Isia closed the car door and handed the briefcase to He Ao. She placed her hand on the briefcase and unlocked it. "This account has two levels and is verified once a week. I just verified it yesterday, and the next verification should be in five days."

"sorry to bother you."

Heo took the suitcase and looked at Ishia. "What are you going to do next?"

After being attacked twice in a row, Ishia's current situation is not very optimistic.