Life Dungeon Game

However, the funeral home guy who was able to contact the mortician was contacted by the 'old gentleman' afterward, so Ishia couldn't be sure whether the mortician was also part of the old gentleman's plan.

"We need to hurry."

After the woman and the little boy left, the man wielding the broadsword jumped down from the monster's corpse. He was almost entirely covered in blood. He looked at Ishia.

"The key the mayor gave me is the highest physical access key. They should be taking inventory of the items by now. If they find out the key is missing, they will definitely strengthen their defenses. Taking advantage of the chaos now will make it easier to open the door."

"Um,"

Ishia nodded, glancing at the time on her bracelet. "Let's go."

They are now very close to the west gate.

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Chapter 702 Surprise Attack (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The flowing night wind swept through the gaps between the tall buildings, and as the tail of the wind swept by, the bright lights went out one by one.

The entire city, like a series of light bulbs gradually going out, quickly dimmed and completely merged into the pitch-black night.

The cold, towering buildings, like silhouettes, are pressed between the stars.

At that moment, everyone understood one thing.

power cut.

The notice stated that the so-called 'terrorists' had seized the power company.

The city of St. John experienced its first and only large-scale power outage since its founding.

First the internet went down, then the power went out.

Dim emergency lights illuminated behind each small window.

People in the Federation live in an environment of networks and electronics, just as fish live in water.

At this moment, everyone was ruthlessly left on the 'shore'.

The dim emergency lights dispelled the darkness in the small spaces. People looked around in panic. The smart bracelets could no longer contact anyone, and even the old-fashioned mechanical walkie-talkies only made a crackling sound.

The invisible connections between people have been 'severed'. Even though they are separated by only a few tens of centimeters thick walls, people living in high-rise buildings seem to be alone in a vast wilderness.

In the instant that power and the internet were lost, the foundation that supported the magnificent edifice of civilization seemed to vanish in that very moment.

"The city government has issued a notice: all citizens are requested to remain inside their buildings. The city defense forces and the Kegete mercenary group are currently engaged in combat with terrorist cultists. Please remain silent. Any citizen who goes out on the streets may be mistaken for a cultist and killed."

Night fell, and only some streetlights with undamaged emergency power supplies continued to shine dimly.

A construction vehicle with a huge loudspeaker passed under a streetlamp that seemed ready to go out at any moment, its deafening sound echoing in everyone's ears.

Beside the loudspeaker vehicle, illuminated by the dim light of the streetlights, were two SUVs that appeared to be escorting it.

Soldiers dressed in Kegete Group mercenary uniforms sat in the vehicle, holding assault rifles, wearing earmuffs and infrared night vision goggles, and warily looking in different directions.

"Warning: Anyone entering the street may be considered a follower of evil gods and killed."

The huge loudspeaker was still repeating the warning.

In the two cars behind the horn, a mercenary with a mole on his face seemed to have noticed something. He immediately raised his gun and aimed it at the corner of the street.

There, a little girl wearing a cute cartoon hair clip pushed open the small door of the cake shop and peeked out to pick up a small glass bead that had fallen to the ground.

The mercenary slowly moved the crosshair to the little girl, his movements without pausing, his finger on the trigger.

At that very moment, someone inside the cake shop seemed to have spotted the little girl, grabbed her by the back, and dragged her into the room.

boom--

The bullet struck the steps in front of the cake shop.

The mercenary looked up with some regret, seemingly lamenting that he had wasted too much time aiming.

Then he slowly moved the rifle, placing the gun...

The mouth was pointed at the glass door of the cake shop, or more precisely, at the little girl who was pulled inside.

The glass door is very transparent and does not block the view effectively.

He could vaguely see a young woman in an apron holding a little girl in her arms, watching the outside world with some nervousness.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger again.

No——

His teammate gently patted him on the shoulder.

He turned around, took off his earmuffs, and looked at his teammates.

“A SUV that wasn’t registered just drove by. Put your gun away. The captain wants us to go check it out.”

Taking advantage of a break in the loudspeaker announcement, his teammate shouted loudly beside him.

As they were talking, the mercenary glanced at the cake shop. The mother and daughter behind the door had disappeared, seemingly retreating into the depths of the cake shop.

He sighed with some regret, put away his gun, and said, "Good!"

And it retreated back into the car.

Their SUV slowly accelerated, passing the car with the loudspeaker in front of them and driving forward.

"Mom, isn't Dad also a member of the city defense force? Why are they hitting me?"

Inside the cake shop, a little girl nestled in her mother's arms, peeking out from afar.

By the light of the emergency lamp lit inside, she peered through the glass door at the spot outside where the bullets had struck.

It was dark there, and there seemed to be a small crater from being blasted out.

If her mother had acted a little later, the bullet might have shattered her body. She doesn't quite understand the meaning of death yet, but the fear ingrained in human instinct makes her tremble uncontrollably.

“Those aren’t the city defense troops,”

The mother reached out and hugged her daughter, picked up the emergency lamp next to her, and quickly retreated deeper into the cake shop.

Her bracelet lit up, displaying a dial pad; the most recently dialed number was 'husband'.

The result of the call was 'not connected'.

In the distance, bursts of intense gunfire could be faintly heard.

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Moving two blocks east from the block where the cake shop is located, the streetscape is completely different.

Loud gunfire echoed through every corner of the street.

Two light armored vehicles, each topped with a massive electromagnetic cannon, slowly drove into the street.

Their cannons were pointed in the same direction—the FBI branch building in St. John's.

At this moment, the first floor of this branch was completely sealed off by solid steel gates, and some FBI agents were hiding behind the gates and firing outwards through the gate's firing ports.

Opposing them were rows of Kaget Group mercenaries hiding behind SUVs at the bottom of the building's staircase.

“Chief Skyker, we have obtained permission from the city hall to investigate because we suspect the FBI is harboring cult followers.”

A man who looked like a mercenary officer hid behind the car and shouted through a megaphone, "Stop your futile resistance. The more you resist, the more it proves that you are colluding with the evil god."

"Shit!"

An angry voice came from behind the gate, "I've never heard of a mercenary group investigating the FBI before. If the city hall wants to investigate me, they should first bring out Irons's approval and the FBI headquarters' documents."

A roar came from behind the gate, and there was a brief silence outside.

Of course

Then they heard the person inside continue cursing, "If you ask me, you bunch of bastards are the ones who are colluding with evil gods."

"Hey buddy inside, we want to hear what Chief Skye has to say,"

This time, the mercenary officer finally spoke up, "Shouldn't this be a decision for your chief?"

The building fell silent for a moment, then a calm voice rang out, “What Deputy Director Vince said is exactly what I wanted to say. Bring me the transfer orders from Irons and headquarters. This forced entry is a violation of federal law. Attacking any federal central agency is an attack on the entire Federation. You have embarked on a path that is destined to fail.”

The surrounding air fell silent for a moment after those words were spoken.

Only the sounds of gunfire from the two sides continued to rise and fall.

The mercenary officer standing outside glanced at a man in a pollution cleanup department uniform beside him. "Is that Director Skyt's voice?"

"Yes."

The man thought for a moment and nodded.

"If he's still in here, things will be easier."

The officer chuckled, raised his hand, and waved it gently.

Two armored vehicles on the street began to calibrate their gun barrels.

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Inside the building, a burly man turned off his high-definition recorder and spat, "Damn it, wasn't it me who was recording? Does the bureau chief speak any better than me? You bastard with no taste."

"Deputy Director,"

An FBI agent firing from the firing port turned to the burly man and asked, "What do we do next?"

"How did those idiots at the city hall let those bastards drive those two things in here?"

The burly man, or rather Deputy Chief Vince, glanced through the firing port at the two light armored vehicles outside that were calibrating their cannons. "Putting a basketball on the neck of those idiots would be faster than their brains working."

He picked up the tape recorder in his hand, stared at the two cannons that needed calibration, and roared, "Brothers, retreat! Our mission is to cover the director's escape. Don't fight to the death. Once we're upstairs, it's our territory. We'll send these bastards to meet their dog god father."

The surrounding FBI agents quickly holstered their weapons and retreated upstairs.

Boom boom——

The next second, two huge shells struck the metal gate, easily tearing it apart and exploding in the FBI lobby.

"Come on!"

The sound of a mercenary group charging could be heard outside the door.