Life Dungeon Game

She gazed out the window at the rows of enormous factories.

For some reason, she suddenly had a feeling.

This vast city is like a giant chessboard, where two hidden players clash and place their pieces.

Everyone on this chessboard, perhaps including the player himself, is a piece on the board.

The outcome of this game of chess will determine the fate of this city.

Ishia's gaze lingered on the view outside the window.

The evening breeze swept across the street, stirring up a light dust that mingled with the flow of people.

The television in the coffee shop was broadcasting Mayor Crowe's speech on improving the welfare of orphans.

Ishia lowered her head and stared at the swirling eddies in the glass.

According to Krot's schedule, he should be visiting the orphanage, which is only two blocks away from this café, and interacting with citizens along the way.

Ishia came here to wait for Krot.

This is the last chance; Krot will make his final choice this evening.

If Krott arrives after his show, their cooperation will be finalized; however, if Krott returns directly to the mayor's office after his show, it will be tantamount to refusing the cooperation.

Ishia raised her bracelet and glanced at the time.

6:10 PM.

The sunset in the sky had already faded, and according to the original plan, Krot's 'trip' should have ended twenty minutes ago.

It seems that guy ultimately chose the Kejette Group.

Ishia sighed softly and slowly stood up.

Next, she needed to hurry.

boom--

At that very moment, the coffee shop door was suddenly kicked open.

A burly man with bloodstains on his clothes and blood gushing from a wound on his shoulder appeared in the coffee shop. He glanced around the empty coffee shop and instantly locked his gaze on Ishia in the corner.

He then rushed to Ishia and slammed a blood-stained black key card onto the table.

Then, almost without pausing, he spoke before Ishia could even begin.

"The mayor has been assassinated."

"what?"

Ishia's eyes widened.

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As night deepens, the city lights begin to illuminate the night.

As dim lights came on one by one, a small truck drove along the dark street.

“Miss Ishia,”

A man wearing a gray vest with tattoos all over his arms was driving when he glanced at the beautiful woman beside him.

The woman's appearance matched the photo, but perhaps because of the dim streetlights, he felt that this 'Miss Isia' had a somewhat sinister look on her face.

Indeed, he couldn't worry about that now, and said slowly, "We're going out with a caravan tonight. When we get near the caravan, we might do a check..."

He glanced at the vehicle's screen, which was displaying a long, rectangular box resembling a coffin inside the truck bed. "Check your 'box.' We need to make sure there are no living people inside, okay?"

"Ah."

The beautiful woman sitting in the passenger seat nodded.

She reached out and hugged the adorable little girl in her arms tightly.

The young man noticed that the two were somewhat silent, but he didn't care; he just wanted to complete his task.

The truck made several turns and finally stopped in an abandoned small square.

Apart from an outdoor screen protruding from a nearby building that is still playing advertisements, giving the square a semblance of life, the rest of the square has been abandoned for who knows how long.

Several large trucks are currently parked in the square.

One who looks quite young, not quite like

The gang members got out of the car and patted the door of the pickup truck.

The gang member driving the car immediately got out. He glanced at the beautiful woman in the passenger seat and said, "Miss Ishia, we're going to inspect the goods. Would you like to come along?"

"Need not."

The beautiful woman slowly shook her head. "You can examine me, but don't move around."

The gang member glanced at Ishia and said, "If we break anything, don't blame us."

Then he simply pushed open the car door and got out.

The woman in the car saw him get out, take out a bracelet and a data cable from his pocket, and connect them to the car's infotainment system.

At this moment, the two young men had already reached the back of the truck. They exchanged a glance, opened the truck door, and climbed onto the truck.

Without hesitation, the two men lifted the lid of the long box inside the carriage, and a corpse wearing an iron mask and covered in blood appeared in their sight.

"Holy crap, it really is a corpse."

The gang member spat and turned his head away.

The other young man who had been waiting there reacted completely differently. He was startled and instinctively stepped back, as if he had seen something that shouldn't be there.

But he quickly realized that it was just a corpse.

So he mustered his courage, reached out, and removed the iron mask.

A pale, wrinkled old man's face came into his view.

His movements instantly became excited.

He quickly raised the life detector in his hand to check the corpse's vital signs. After confirming that it was indeed a corpse, he immediately raised his bracelet and sent a message.

"It's Sito's body. He was wearing the Nighthawk's iron mask and trying to mislead us."

As he spoke, he raised his bracelet, took several photos of the corpse, and sent them over.

Then he sent a message to a 'new friend'.

Soon, a figure slowly emerged from between the trucks in the corner and approached the small truck step by step.

One by one, wriggling tentacles separated from his back.

"Dude, I've got it covered for you. It'll be settled in a bit..."

Just then, inside the truck, the gang member squatted down, glanced at the corpse in the box, and then glanced at the young man.

"We have an urgent news briefing here,"

The young man taking photos was about to answer when he was interrupted by a screen in the square.

"Around 6 p.m. this afternoon, Mayor Krotter was attacked while interacting with citizens on the street. The bullet struck his brain. Despite the hospital's best efforts, he ultimately died from excessive blood loss. This was a very serious terrorist attack."

"The deputy mayor has temporarily taken over the management authority of St. John's City."

Immediately afterwards, a somewhat thin, brown-haired middle-aged man appeared in the frame; he was the deputy mayor of St. John's City.

"Citizens of St. John, today we have suffered the most heinous assassination in the history of St. John. Our beloved Mayor Krott has died in the line of duty."

"And that dangerous criminal is still lurking among us."

"Now, I announce that the four city gates will be closed immediately, all access routes will be blocked, and a large-scale manhunt will be launched throughout the city."

"Here, we would like to express our special thanks to the Kegete Group."

Mr. Willent, upon hearing of this, was furious and indignant, and offered to temporarily gather all the mercenaries in the city to help us in the search.

"If you see mercenaries with guns on the street, don't panic, they are our friends."

"We ask all citizens to cooperate with the search as much as possible. For your safety, please do not go to any cheap places and try to go home. All activities will resume after the search is over."

"What?"

The gang member was stunned for a moment. He stood up and looked outside. "The mayor is dead?"

In that instant, the other young man taking pictures realized something. He pulled the gang member out of the car and rushed towards the front of the car. "It's impossible to lure them to the vicinity of the West Gate before making a move. Kill these two people immediately."

At that moment, the figure had already reached the front of the car, and the terrifying tentacles grabbed the passenger door.

boom--

In that instant, the truck suddenly started moving and rushed out at maximum speed, tearing the already flimsy door off.

The small truck circled around and sped off along the same road it had come from.

"Hurry up and chase after them, you idiot! You can't even do this simple task right. No wonder nobody wants you. The director doesn't think much of you, and the regimental commander doesn't think much of you either. They sent you here to steal my credit!"

The young man who had just jumped out of the car to take pictures looked at the figure that had turned into a monster, then at the truck that had sped away, and couldn't help but curse, "If you don't complete the mission, I'll go tell the leader..."

Nourishes—

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp tentacle pierced his body.

"How...how...could you...dare..."

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"A monster is killing people..."

Realizing something was wrong, the gang member immediately turned and ran.

The next second, his body was also pierced.

The monster simply gathered their bodies in front of it, crushed and devoured them, and then charged towards the flying truck without hesitation.

Above the dim night sky, there seemed to be some kind of distorted purple lines flickering.

Night has come.

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