Life Dungeon Game

He saw Ishia and the old man approaching, and quickly went to greet them, extending his hand with a broad smile.

"You must be Mr. Driss. I've heard so much about you. When I was still working at Ains, I heard about your glorious deeds of venturing deep into the wilderness and slaying a B-level alien beast all by yourself. Every time I think about it, I feel my heart pounding and I'm extremely excited."

"Chief Skye?"

The old man smiled and extended his hand to shake hands with the chubby man. "That was all in my youth, nothing to mention. I'm old now and don't have the skills I used to have."

"Look at what you're saying. It hasn't been that long. You're the youngest B-rank in the Federation in the last fifty years."

Skate quickly smiled and agreed, then looked at Ishia beside the old man, "And this is..."

"Ishia, from now on, will be the person in charge of the Pollution Cleanup Division here."

The old man, or rather Driss, gestured as he introduced them.

Then he pointed to the chubby man and introduced him to Ishia, "This is Director Skyker. You should know him. He's the director of the FBI's St. John City branch, a Class C."

"Miss Ishia, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Upon seeing Driss introduce her personally, Skate quickly extended her hand to shake hands with Ishia.

"Hello, I'll be relying on you for help in the future."

Ishia quickly extended her hand and shook hands with the director.

This C-level bureau chief was unusually humble for someone of his rank.

"It's alright, it's alright. We're partners anyway. If you need any help in the future, just let me know."

Skye quickly smiled.

"Thank you for your help,"

Ishia was a little uncomfortable with the chief's enthusiasm. Just then, she remembered something and handed the tablet in her hand to the chief. "These are the people we found on the basement floor. There are seventy-four of them in total. We'll have to trouble you to make arrangements for them, Chief."

"It's not troublesome at all,"

Skye smiled and took the tablet.

"Saving so many people is a achievement for me, and if I encounter a similar situation in the future, I will trouble you to try your best to save more people, or contact us for help."

"Whether I can return to Irons depends on how well I've performed over the years. If you need anything, feel free to contact us."

Ishia glanced up at Skyt.

The primary task of the Pollution Cleanup Division is to clean up polluted monsters, not to rescue people. Therefore, many branches do not prioritize saving lives when carrying out operations, which inevitably leads to some accidental injuries.

The fact that Skye could say this proves that he is very familiar with how the Pollution Cleanup Division operates.

"must."

Ishia nodded in response to Skate's words.

"Haha, when I get back to Irons, I'll treat you to a big meal!"

Skate chuckled as she put away her tablet and walked to the broken glass window. "This seems to be the exit that 'visitor' who broke into this 'nest' used to leave. It looks like he jumped straight down from here?"

He glanced at the narrow street below the glass. "Are these your people? That's cool."

"Our informant."

Ishia nodded.

"He must be a very charismatic and powerful person. I must get to know him if I have the chance."

Skye smiled and turned her head.

Ishia softly echoed.

The three chatted for a few more minutes before saying goodbye.

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Skye handed the scene over to the Pollution Cleanup Division and led the FBI agents down to the first floor.

However, he did not leave directly through the main entrance, but instead went around to the back of the building.

Standing here, looking up, you can see the broken window on the tenth floor.

He walked to the window, glanced at it, and then looked down at the barely noticeable footprints on the ground.

"Chief, everything has been arranged for the victims,"

The young man in an FBI uniform, who had been following behind him, walked over and spoke slowly.

Skate didn't answer. Instead, he took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and as the hazy smoke rose into the night, he sighed softly, "Take some money from the budget, give them some meat, and hire an underground doctor."

Looking at the bureau chief's broad silhouette in the night, his subordinate sighed and said in a low voice, "Chief, most of those people are homeless. They don't know how long they will live. Besides, no matter how many we rescue, headquarters won't approve any more funding."

"Let's save as many as we can."

Skate took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it in the night. The dim cigarette butt, as it moved his fingers, came into contact with more air and ignited a faint spark in the darkness.

After a brief silence, he turned around and glanced at the shallow tire tracks on the road beside him. "Let's go back now that we're done packing. I haven't finished filling out today's forms yet. Damn it, headquarters won't pay us, and they're just sending out a bunch of useless forms."

"Yes."

The subordinate nodded, hailed a car, and got Skye into it.

Throughout the journey, Skye sat in the back seat, a cigarette dangling from her lips, looking up at the moon peeking through the gaps between the tall buildings, her gaze deep and unfathomable.

The location wasn't far from the FBI headquarters building, and the vehicle quickly arrived in front of it. Just as the driver was about to turn into the building, Skye suddenly reached out and called out.

"stop."

The driver slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a stop. Skye's body swayed violently, and she almost hit the back of the passenger seat.

However, he didn't pay any attention to it. Instead, he pointed to an SUV parked on the side of the street and asked, "Was that car always parked there before?"

"Seems to be?"

The subordinate sitting in the passenger seat glanced at the SUV. "I think it was parked there when I came out to buy coffee this afternoon."

Then he paused, somewhat hesitantly, "But when we were driving out on the mission just now, it seems this vehicle wasn't here."

As he spoke, Skye had already reached out to push

He opened the car door and walked towards the SUV.

The SUV's windows and doors were all closed, and the windows were coated with privacy film, so the view inside could not be seen from the outside.

But just as Skye reached the car door, the door opened automatically with a crisp 'click,' revealing the empty driver's seat inside.

And something seemed to be displayed on the in-vehicle infotainment screen in the very center of the vehicle.

Skye glanced inside, walked over, and leaned against the car door.

At that moment, he finally saw clearly what was displayed on the car's infotainment screen.

That was a line of text in standard font.

Would you mind leaving your private phone number?

Below the small text is an input box with a blinking cursor.

"Something."

Skate glanced at the tire tracks behind the SUV, then got in and sat in the driver's seat.

Not long after he sat down, his subordinate finally rushed over and stood outside the door asking, "Chief, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Skye stood up from the car, got out, and reached out to close the car door.

"This car?"

The subordinate looked at the SUV with some confusion.

"Let him park this car here."

Skate took the cigarette butt out of his mouth, flicked off the ash, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

A faint spark burned at his fingertips.

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"Grandpa! Look, fireworks!"

On the swaying bus, Jiaxi stood up and pointed to the building next to her. The building's surface was covered with lights that were creating a fireworks explosion effect. "There are fireworks here!"

"Ah."

He Ao glanced at the fireworks outside the window, smiled, and reached out to pat his granddaughter's head.

At that moment, the screen on his wristband slowly lit up, displaying a string of numbers.

"Grandpa, where are we going now?"

Jiaxi withdrew her gaze and sat down next to He Ao.

"Go get Grandpa's new cane."

He Ao said slowly.

"Did that big uncle finish making Grandpa's new walking stick?"

Jiaxi stared wide-eyed at He Ao.

"Yes, he messaged me just as we got on the bus."

He Ao nodded slightly.

"Wow, he's so fast!"

Jiaxi nodded obediently.

Just then, the bus slowly came to a stop at the bus stop, and the doors opened.

A little boy rushed onto the bus, followed closely by a middle-aged man who had been squeezed onto the bus and was paying with his wristband. He glanced at the little boy running around inside the bus and quickly shouted, "Be careful, don't run around."

At this moment, the little boy was already sitting in a seat in the front row. He quickly patted the empty seat he had grabbed next to him and shouted, "Dad, sit here."

Jiaxi watched this scene, then pulled her briefcase further inside, leaned her face down, and rested her head on He Ao's lap.

"Grandpa, I want to sleep for a while."

"Go to sleep."