Life Dungeon Game

The document states that the director tried to persuade Night Hawk, but Night Hawk had lost the ability to communicate and even corrupted several staff members of the Pollution Cleanup Division, turning them into twisted pollution monsters. In the end, the director had no choice but to kill him.

However, the Pollution Cleanup Division never obtained Nighthawk's body.

Because after Nighthawk was killed, his Shadowhound, who had already been severely injured, broke through the encirclement and took Nighthawk's body away.

The Pollution Cleanup Department did not know the source of the pollution that ultimately drove Nighthawks mad, so, at the council's decision, they ordered the destruction of all items related to Nighthawks to prevent the pollution from spreading.

This resolution sounds outrageous, but the approach of erring on the side of caution when the source of pollution is unknown is actually quite reasonable.

He closed the file and looked out at the dark night sky.

This document solved some of his problems, but it created more problems.

The document appears logically complete, but all the actions seem to remain superficial, creating a distorted and awkward feeling.

The Pollution Cleanup Department seems to be killing Nighthawk for the sake of killing Nighthawk, and Nighthawk doesn't know how to prove himself, running away or fighting back whenever he sees the Pollution Cleanup Department.

None of the documents recorded any of Nighthawk's 'words', nor did they explain the deepest question—why was the relationship between the two like this?

Judging from the documents, the Pollution Cleanup Division and the Nighthawks seem to have some deeper and completely irreconcilable conflict, to the point that the two have reached a point of no return and are unable to communicate.

This document, however, does not actually reveal this contradiction, and it clearly gives the impression of only touching on the surface and not delving into it further.

Furthermore, in this incident, the Pollution Cleanup Division, the force responsible for eliminating pollution monsters, seems to have formed some kind of 'cooperation' with the organization that cultivates and evolves pollution monsters.

At least the location of the Night Hawk in the final battle was most likely provided by the Evolutionary Source.

That 'anonymous' informant is very likely a member of the Evolutionary Path.

It seems that the Evolutionary Ones, who were ultimately able to 'find' the Nighthawk, may have a deeper 'understanding' of the Nighthawk than the Pollution Cleanup Division, which only scratched the surface.

Therefore, the breakthrough point still lies in the evolutionary process.

He raised his bracelet, thanked Ishia first, and then opened a webpage. The first thing on the homepage was a banner ad.

The experience of soaring through the sky is something you deserve.

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Xicheng Third Street - Abandoned Grain Factory

This is the tallest building in the entire Xicheng Third Street area. Standing by the window, you can see the entire city under the night sky.

A tall, upright figure is standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

"Minister, everything is almost set up,"

A figure hurriedly walked up behind him.

Although time is short and there's little we can change right now, we've prepared plenty of 'gifts' for that person.

"If he takes the stairs, starting from the first floor, there are enough monsters to intercept him on every floor, and each floor is equipped with laser weapons. But if he takes the elevator..."

At this point, he chuckled, "We've already laid a trap. This time, as long as he dares to come, and unless he's a B-level being, we'll make sure he doesn't leave alive."

"Yes, continue to strengthen the defenses, and deploy personnel on all floors."

His tall figure gazed out the window. "The final moment is almost here. The higher-ups won't allow any accidents to happen."

"Yes!"

The figure nodded vigorously.

The dazzling lights, though separated by a great distance, were reflected on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

For some reason, the tall, upright figure felt somewhat uneasy.

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"Sir, are you alright?"

The young man leaned against the door, looked at He Ao who was standing in front of the open door with his backpack, and shouted loudly.

The howling winds high above whipped at everyone's bodies, and the violent noise of the propellers churning the air drowned out the man's shouts.

"If it really doesn't work out, let's go back!"

Leaning against the helicopter door hinges, the man shouted again.

This time, He Ao seemed to finally hear the man's voice. He raised his head, gripped his cane, and gave the man a thumbs up.

Behind him was the gray night sky, and beneath his feet were the city lights, as tiny as specks.

He Ao looked at the man's worried face and gave him a reassuring smile, as the wind whipped through his gray hair.

Then he gripped his cane, his back to the city and the night sky.

Take a leap.

I've written too much. I'll post a super long chapter later, please vote!

Chapter 682 An Ordinary Father (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Federal skydiving is all low-altitude skydiving, with a jump altitude of less than 1,000 meters.

Once you exceed this altitude, you enter the city's air defense zone, where uncertified flying objects will be shot down indiscriminately.

And a little higher up, that's the territory of the mythical beasts of the skies.

Normally, only aircraft equipped with combat systems, such as airships and fighter jets, reach that altitude.

This time, He Ao chose a very low-altitude skydiving package, jumping from a height of about 300 meters above the ground.

This is a rather extreme altitude; if you open your parachute even slightly late, you'll be smashed to pieces due to the excessive speed.

In St. John's, a city filled with skyscrapers, the danger of skydiving increases even further.

A slight lack of skill could result in the umbrella being torn, the umbrella hitting a tall building, the exposed electrical wires being burned, or the umbrella being pierced by a protruding crossbar.

Even if you land safely, you could still be hit and thrown into the air by a speeding car.

BASE jumping is a highly dangerous extreme sport, and in cities filled with tall buildings, it is an even more dangerous extreme sport with many ways to die.

So the skydiving company signed a life-or-death agreement with He Ao.

Of course, theoretically speaking, most skydiving companies wouldn't dare to do business with someone of He Ao's age.

But this skydiving company in St. John's is different.

They're about to go bankrupt.

Aside from those who truly seek the ultimate challenge, no one dares to perform a low-altitude skydive in St. John's City, a veritable steel jungle.

Most people still want to live; they're just seeking thrills, not ways to die.

Furthermore, the cost of skydiving is not low. He Ao charged him 1,500 Federal Dollars for this package, which included the parachute, even after the discount. This was already a loss-making business.

In Dawn City, this kind of package costs at least six thousand federal dollars.

So it wasn't a good decision for the skydiving company to open here, but it did make things convenient for He Ao.

Although Sito had no skydiving experience, Vian did.

Vian wasn't particularly gifted at skydiving, but he had a wealth of experience and was good at summarizing his observations, which made his skydiving skills excellent.

The whistling wind brushed past He Ao's ears. He quickly adjusted his body in mid-air, controlling his body to glide forward, and used a small amount of his divine sense to reinforce his clothes to prevent them from being torn by the wind.

In the stillness of the night, his figure almost completely blended into the darkness.

He didn't deploy his parachute; his goal wasn't to jump to the ground, but to jump to the roof of the building in front of him.

That was the tallest building on the entire West Third Street. Under the vision of divine sense, the energy density of that building was as dazzling as a torch.

The headquarters of the Evolutionary Path doesn't need to be searched for, as it is conspicuously obvious.

The building appears to be an abandoned grain factory, and is approximately 200 meters tall.

The top floor is equipped with small laser cannons and is guarded by personnel, so the building has a certain degree of air defense capability.

Therefore, He Ao did not have the helicopter fly directly to the top of the building, but instead placed it at a slightly off-center position and at an altitude of more than 300 meters.

Helicopters flying at low altitudes within ten or twenty meters may arouse suspicion, and may even be...

attack.

However, civilian helicopters that fly past at a height of nearly 100 meters above the rooftop may be detected, but they are not likely to arouse alarm.

This is He Ao's opportunity to directly break through the air defenses.

When a person jumps from a height, the time it takes to traverse a vertical distance of 100 meters is not long, less than five seconds.

These less than five seconds are the reaction time given to the air raid shelter personnel on the roof.

This also gives He Ao time to make a breakthrough.

"Look, what's that dark shape? Is it a bird?"

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, the man carrying the Gauss rifle looked up in the direction from which He Aofei had come.

"It's so dark I can't see anything."

The man next to him raised his rifle, aimed his eyes at the scope, and began adjusting the magnification. After a brief pause, he finally saw the 'figure' flying through the air.

"It's a person! It's a person!"

He raised his head, opened his mouth, and roared, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Attack now!!!"

The people around immediately raised their rifles.

The man leaning against the scope also fired in He Ao's direction.

While in the air, He Ao slightly turned his body, using the wind to shift his position a little.

The bullet pierced through the air, grazing the spot where he had just been.

Gauss rifles are generally more difficult to aim, and the person who fired the shot was very skilled; he seemed to be a sniper.

Gunshots rang out all around again.

But it was too late by then, because by the time these people realized what was happening and raised their guns, He Ao was less than ten meters away from the rooftop, and their marksmanship was clearly not as good as the sniper who fired the first shot.

He Ao slowly raised the cane in his hand.

Amidst a hail of gunfire and bullets, he moved like a whirlwind through the gaps in the crowd, narrowly missing the sniper standing beside the building.