Life Dungeon Game

The person sitting by the window looked up, glanced outside, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Boss! Boss! Quickly notify the boss!"

"We have to run!"

"The escape routes are locked! What's wrong with the main control system?!"

"Anywhere else?"

"Elevator! Elevator!"

A commotion arose from the crowd, and with a shout of "Elevator!", everyone's eyes turned to He Ao, who was standing at the elevator door.

"Kill that old man!"

A loud noise echoed through the empty hall.

call.

The flying tentacles blocked out the light.

He Ao raised his left hand, and the beautiful butterfly knife slowly rose, fluttering its wings in the air.

With each flutter of the butterfly, a smear of bright red blood would appear on the smooth blade.

In the chaos, someone broke the chandelier, plunging the entire area into darkness.

But the splattering blood did not stop dancing as night fell.

He Ao's body moved slowly forward, step by step, through the wide hall. With each step he took, a monster fell at his feet.

Finally, he arrived at the floor-to-ceiling window, where the city lights shone softly. The hazy light spread along the edge of the window, allowing him to gaze out at the city, which was as bright as day.

This is Dongcheng, where neon lights can shine all night long.

He Ao withdrew his butterfly knife, and the last monster fell beside him, its flowing blood covering the soles of his shoes.

The piercing alarm blared closer and closer; vehicles from the Pollution Cleanup Division and the FBI were approaching.

He raised his cane and smashed the French window in front of him, then leaped out.

The howling wind swept past his ears, carrying the violent sounds of the night.

He quietly listened to the sounds of the night, estimating the time in his mind.

As he approached the ground, he reached out his cane and hooked it onto the steel frame of the building's exterior.

The entire steel frame bent instantly due to the powerful impact, which also neutralized the inertia of He'ao's fall.

He looked down at the steel frame on the second floor, where he had just caught himself. He was now not far from the ground.

He released his cane, fell to the ground, and after crouching down to absorb the impact, stood up again and walked forward.

Above He Ao's head, the cane, having lost the support of divine consciousness, finally could not maintain its structure and suddenly shattered, turning into a rain of steel that fell behind him.

click -

An SUV drove up from the darkness and stopped in front of him.

"grandfather!"

Jiaxi's little head peeked out from the back window of the SUV.

He Ao reached out and touched her head, opened the driver's side door, and got in.

The SUV drove into the depths of night.

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Homeless Aid Foundation - Main Entrance

The black sedan screeched to a halt at the entrance of the hall. The back door opened, and Ishia leaped out of the car, crashing through the revolving door. She raised her Gauss pistol and shouted, "Pollution Cleanup Division, everyone, crouch down immediately!"

Behind her, people dressed in FBI uniforms and pollution cleanup division uniforms filed in.

Their only response was a silence that seemed to blend into the night.

Chapter 678 White Hair (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Two decoy attacks, one lethal attack,"

The elderly man with a full head of silver hair squatted beside the brown-haired man, turned his body over, and stared at the three wounds on his body. He then reached out and pried open the wound on the man's abdomen, examining the granulation tissue and the internal structure of the man's body.

"This young man has become deeply integrated with the corrupted monster and has been fed a large amount of flesh and soul. His body and organs have basically undergone mutations. Although he still maintains a human form on the outside, his internal structure is completely unrelated to humans."

"This 'guy's' strength should be close to the top level of C-rank. Even if he doesn't control it well, killing an ordinary C-rank would still be easy for him."

The old man glanced back at Ishia standing behind him. "He only used three moves, and the last one struck a vital point."

He slowly stood up. "Your 'informant' friend is probably not as strong as this guy, maybe even far weaker. That's why he used two probing attacks to lure this guy into a fight, hoping to create conditions for a one-hit kill."

He glanced back at the door panel on the ground and the wall pierced by bone spikes.

"However, even when he was at a disadvantage in terms of strength, he actually controlled the rhythm of the entire battle, manipulating his stronger opponents with ease. His ability to control the battlefield and adapt to combat situations was very strong."

"I don't think this fight will actually last more than a minute. In the time it takes us to talk, he's already killed this guy twice."

He paused, glanced again at his surroundings and the tentacles lying on the ground, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, he sighed softly.

"If I were in his position, with the same power as him, I wouldn't win so easily against a top-tier C-rank monster."

He clapped his hands and looked at Ishia with a smile, "Girl, well done. It will make your work much easier if you can make such a strong person our friend. If he were on the opposite side of us, he would probably make the entire Pollution Cleanup Division unable to breathe."

"The main reason is that the gentleman himself possesses a kind of righteousness."

Ishia continued.

She glanced around at her surroundings.

When He Ao messaged her, she didn't expect that He Ao would directly take down such a large organization that was raising polluted monsters.

He Ao simply told her to call the director and bring some of the elite personnel from the Pollution Cleanup Division here, as this matter might be a bit serious.

When she arrived, she realized that this matter was not just 'a little big'.

Theoretically speaking, He Ao led her to solve such a "major case," which basically helped her stabilize her position as the head of the pollution cleanup department in St. John's City and even earned her praise from the director. She should be excited.

but······

She turned her head to look at the 'feed room' beside her, at the blood-stained instruments of torture, and at the people locked in iron cages.

At that moment, she felt a chilling oppression running down her spine.

Such a terrifying organization that breeds pollution monsters is operating right under the nose of the Pollution Cleanup Department.

Down below, active in the most bustling East Side, next to the FBI branch, less than two kilometers from the city hall.

As far as she could see, every iron cage in the room was stained with black, mottled bloodstains.

She couldn't imagine how many people in St. John's had been taken to this 'feeding room' and would never have a chance to get out.

She gazed at the iron cages, each one seemingly holding a desperate, screaming soul.

However, she knew that such a thing could not happen.

Because those who are fed to the corrupted monsters will have their souls torn apart and chewed up.

At this moment, several young people ran over. The one in the lead was holding a blood-stained e-reader tablet. Looking at Ishia and the old man, they said, "Minister, Director, all the cage locks have been unlocked. We are trying to get the people out of the cages. This is the list left at the scene."

He handed the e-reader to Ishia, saying, "We've confirmed everyone on the list. There are seventy-four people in total, and everyone is still alive."

"OK,"

Ishia took the e-reader tablet, glanced at its contents, and then looked at the young man in front of her. "You guys handle the monster corpses in these two rooms and the corridor. Hand over the rescue of the people to the FBI."

Then she looked at the old man beside her, "Director, there seem to be a lot of monsters on the tenth floor as well. Shall we go take a look? It seems that the director of the FBI's St. John's Division is also on the tenth floor."

"it is good."

The old man nodded gently.

The two walked towards the elevator together.

Ishia took the blood-stained work ID she had just found on the ground, which was now in a plastic bag, swiped it to open the elevator, and pressed the button for the tenth floor.

"Was it your 'informant' who contacted the FBI?"

Standing in the elevator, the old man looked at his reflection in the elevator door and asked a question.

"Yes, he must have been in a hurry. The FBI said he made an official call to report the incident, and,"

Ishia paused for a moment, then said truthfully, "He only just learned about the existence of the Pollution Cleanup Division, so he probably doesn't trust us that much yet."

"It's okay, trust can be built up gradually."

The old man nodded. "If he suddenly seems to trust us a lot, then you should be careful."

The elevator went up quickly, and before they knew it, they had reached the tenth floor. The two of them stepped out of the elevator together.

The dark hall was illuminated by emergency lights, and a strong stench of blood permeated the space.

Even Ishia, who had experienced all sorts of situations, was somewhat surprised when she saw the scene in the hall.

Twisted, monstrous limbs of contaminated creatures littered the entire hall, lying across the floor tiles and leaning against the desks that had been moved away.

Blood covered every inch of the area, staining every computer and desk red.

Dead monsters, the earth stained red, the air thick with the smell of blood.

Under the dim emergency lights, the hall resembled a hell floating in reality.

The cold night wind blew in through the broken window, brushing against Ishia's cheek and rousing her from her shock.

"Your 'informant' seems to really hate these corrupt monsters, and can even use '..."

To describe it as 'hatred'

The old man walked step by step toward the broken glass window in front of him. His gaze swept over the corpses lying in pools of blood around him. "All of them were fatal blows, hitting vital organs directly. He didn't waste a single bit of strength or time. From the very beginning, he never intended to let a monster leave here alive."

Ishia snapped out of her daze and followed behind the old man.

At that moment, a plump figure stood in front of the broken window.

He was about 1.7 meters tall, wore gold-rimmed round glasses, had a broad and stout build, and looked kind and approachable.