Life Dungeon Game

Beware of being surrounded; remain cautious.

She guessed what the old man meant, but she refused to believe it; until just now, she was still clinging to a fantasy.

After all, this was the organization where she had worked for many years and dedicated her youth.

So she simply came down from the 77th floor and stayed in this more maneuverable pickup truck.

But clearly, reality never caters to her fantasies.

As the sound of bubbles bursting in her heart filled her, Ishia abruptly started the pickup truck.

She knew that any hesitation at this moment would keep her here forever.

This is the price she paid for her naiveté.

With a piercing roar from the motor, the pickup truck shot forward like a dagger.

The off-road vehicle sped forward, cutting through the dark night.

The vehicle in front seemed surprised that it was spotted even though it didn't have its lights on.

The operator standing in front immediately raised the machine gun, while the driver jerked the steering wheel, turning the vehicle sideways and blocking most of the road.

It must be said that their reaction was very quick and efficient; with such a blockage, the gap in the road was no longer enough for a car to pass.

This is forcibly stopping Ishia.

Almost the instant they made their move, Ishia suddenly turned the steering wheel, causing the speeding vehicle to tilt instantly, and the passenger door swung open slightly.

She used one of the wheels to glide diagonally through the gap and passed the SUV. She turned her head and glanced at the stunned people in the SUV.

The moment the two vehicles collided, a man sitting in the back of the SUV made eye contact with Ishia. He suddenly jumped up, grabbed onto the back of the pickup truck, and moved forward along Ishia's vehicle.

Then his hands transformed into sharp claws, instantly slicing through the metal sheeting of the back seat of the car, tearing the metal pieces apart as easily as shredding thin paper.

The moment the pickup truck's wheels hit the ground and the vehicle straightened, he crawled into the hole he had dug himself and reached out to grab Ishia in the driver's seat.

Ishia stepped on the gas and made a sharp right turn at the intersection ahead.

The figure behind him swayed slightly, but he held on tightly to the back seat of the pickup truck and wasn't thrown off.

"Minister Ishia, leaving your post at the last minute is not a good thing to do."

The man looked at Ishia and chuckled softly. He crawled forward into the carriage, his claws reaching for Ishia's neck.

"So that's how you got your D-rank?"

Ishia glanced at the rearview mirror, then instantly pulled a pistol from the door beside her and fired a shot at her back.

The bullet struck the young man squarely in the forehead, penetrating his brain but being forced out by his flesh and blood, falling to the ground.

The man following behind was the D-class officer who was transferred with Ishia.

However, unlike Ishia, who was transferred from the branch, he was transferred from the headquarters of the Pollution Cleanup Division. Originally, he was the one with the best chance of becoming the head of the Saint Jon branch.

"Sweetheart, it's over."

The man extended his sharp claws along the driver's side door, intending to block Ishia's escape route while simultaneously piercing her heart.

In that instant, Ishia pulled the switch next to the seat, releasing the seat's restraints. Her body leaned back instantly due to inertia, dodging the man's hooked attack.

The man seemed stunned for a moment by this action.

Then Ishia seized the opportunity, rolled to the passenger side, pushed open the unlocked passenger door, and jumped out.

The man, whose body was already half-monster, immediately turned around and was about to chase after them.

Ishia raised her hand that had been gripping the steering wheel, revealing the detonator she was holding in her palm, and suddenly pressed it down.

boom--

The pickup truck drove past her, and flames exploded in the air.

A surge of heat swept through her golden-brown curls, and fierce flames roared behind her. Within those raging flames, some twisted form seemed to struggle, but ultimately merged into the fire and turned into charred remains.

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Ishia glanced at her torn clothes, covered them with her hand, staggered to her feet, and walked into the dark alley ahead.

She's not so naive as to not make any preparations.

She raised her wristband and sent a message using the voice assistant.

Soon, she received an automated reply.

That's the address of a clinic in the southern part of the city.

Before she could react, an unmanned SUV slowly drove out of the alley ahead.

The old gentleman opposite seemed to have anticipated this outcome and had already arranged everything.

She sighed slightly.

It felt like a kind elder taking care of a naive and impulsive granddaughter.

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Pollution Cleanup Department Building Rooftop Restaurant

Although there is a restaurant sign here, it is extremely simple, with only a small table, a staff member serving dishes, a small bookshelf, and an elderly man with a full head of white hair sitting behind the table reading a book.

He Ao, carrying his suitcase, stood in front of the rooftop railing and glanced down.

At that moment, a well-organized and disciplined mercenary group was marching past downstairs.

They walked across the street without ever turning their heads, as if everything was unfamiliar to them.

"These mercenaries who came in from outside the city don't look like they're from Saint John."

He withdrew his gaze and turned around.

"It's said that the Kegete Group gave all mercenaries a leave of absence, so some mercenaries from other places came in as if they were on a trip."

The silver-haired old man closed the book in his hand, looked up at He Ao, and said, "Brother Xito, it's almost midnight now, and it seems like we're having dinner a bit late."

He glanced at the staff member beside him, who immediately took out two bottles of red wine that looked expensive, placed them on the table, opened them, then took out two wine glasses and placed them on the table, and picked up the walkie-talkie to tell the kitchen to serve the food.

"not late."

He Ao sat down opposite the silver-haired old man, carrying a briefcase. "The night is just right now."

"Haha, old brother Sito is quite a remarkable fellow,"

The old man picked up the red wine, seemingly reminiscing. "I used to have many old friends of similar age. Back then, we could get together for drinks anytime, and I didn't think much of it. But now, when I want to find them for a drink, I realize I can't find them anymore."

He looked at He Ao and laughed, "We're both old men, halfway to the grave, let's be honest. You walk with a powerful stride, your back straight, and there's a natural rhythm in your movements. It seems like you have a talent sequence focused on combat? I always feel a familiar sharpness about you. Are you also a 'traditional martial artist'?"

He slowly rose, a smile on his face, and poured wine for He Ao. "I have killed martial arts masters."

He Ao also picked up another bottle of red wine, stood up, and poured it for the old man.

“I’ve killed B-level enemies too.”

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Chapter 691 A Fair Justice (A super-large chapter combining two parts, please vote with monthly tickets)

"Is the Director of the Pollution Cleanup Department the same person as 'The Hidden Man,' the leader of the Evolutionary Force?"

Inside the dimly lit clinic and pharmacy, Ishia rested her hands on the computer keyboard in front of her, looking up at Sinji with a surprised expression.

"I don't know the structure of your organization, or what its connection is to that 'Evolutionary Path',"

While collecting Nighthawk's body, Sinzi looked up at Ishia, his gaze sweeping over the computer. "But judging from the files left behind by this 'Nighthawk,' that's indeed the case."

Ishia took a deep breath.

The summer night was slightly hot, but her body was unusually cold.

She instinctively didn't want to believe it, but the attack she suffered that night, and the scene of her colleague suddenly turning into a monster, seemed to be telling her, in a bloody way, that this was the cruelest truth.

There aren't that many B-level powerhouses in this world. The Pollution Cleanup Division has one, and the Evolutionary Path has one too.

Moreover, despite having raised and polluted monsters for so many years, and acting in a way that can be described as rampant, not a single word of it has leaked out.

The evolution of this process has left no trace in the archives of the Pollution Cleanup Department.

Before arriving in St. John's City, Ishia had no idea that such a colossal underground entity existed.

This kind of 'concealment' is somewhat abnormal in itself.

Ishia lowered her head and continued looking at the document on the computer.

She rarely felt fear or frustration in the face of danger, and often ventured into perilous situations to complete her missions. However, upon seeing this 'document,' her mood plummeted as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

She knew that the Pollution Cleanup Division wasn't exactly a 'righteous' organization, but at least it cleaned up the pollution monsters and provided assistance to those attacked by them.

In a sense, they were also saving lives.

This is why she is willing to stay in the pollution cleanup department.

In fact, the internal propaganda of the Pollution Cleanup Division in recent years has also been geared towards this goal.

Within the Pollution Cleanup Division, many employees feel they are doing a noble profession of 'saving others'.

For a long time, Isiah held Driss, the director of the Pollution Cleanup Division, in high regard.

In a sense, the Pollution Cleanup Division, an organization dedicated to dealing with pollution monsters, was built up by Driss himself, only receiving funding from the Kejette Group along the way.

Many within the Pollution Cleanup Division believed that Driss had to force the organization to abandon some of its 'noble positions' in order for the organization to survive.

Even when she was being hunted down by her colleagues, Ishia wondered if the higher-ups in the Pollution Cleanup Department had been corrupted, and if someone who raised pollution monsters had infiltrated high positions, thus deceiving Driss.

But then the information that Driss was the leader of the Evolutionary Order, the Masked One, came to her attention.

It gave her a feeling that something she had firmly believed in had been shattered.

It turns out that the one who was deceived all along wasn't Driss, but her.

The leader she had always revered was simultaneously cleaning up the corrupted monsters and cultivating them.

The other party even used the pollution cleanup department as a 'white glove' to indirectly...

They eliminated all people and organizations that attempted to cultivate and evolve into corrupted monsters in competition with them.