Life Dungeon Game

He continued to the left; the clothes here were larger than those on the right, and the tags on the hangers read:

[11 years old]

He Ao walked to the far left of the wardrobe, pushed open the sliding door that blocked the view, looked at the small row of clothes hanging there, and stared at the tags on the hangers:

[12 years old]

This area has the fewest clothes, only winter clothes and a few spring clothes, it seems like they just started buying them recently.

He Ao silently gazed at the brand-new winter clothes, then reached out and took out a set of clothes with a silver-black base and a long down jacket, and held it up against himself.

After confirming that it was roughly suitable, he took the clothes and went into the bathroom.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, the sunlight outside the window gradually dimmed, and light snowflakes drifted in the air.

Soon, He Ao came out wearing a whole new outfit.

He removed the price tag from his clothes, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and stared at the pale-skinned, somewhat immature boy in the mirror.

He reached out and straightened the parts of his clothes that weren't properly worn.

Then he strode into the study, walked to his father's bookshelf, and pressed a button on the inside of the bookshelf.

With a soft 'click', the inside of the bookshelf unfolded, transforming into a huge silver metal rack covering the entire wall, revealing a variety of firearms hanging on it to He Ao.

In theory, Ilo shouldn't have known there was a mechanism inside the bookshelf, but after his accident, he was placed in the study, so he inevitably 'saw' some of the study's 'secrets'.

Several guns on the rack were taken away by Ilo's father and brother that night, but there were still many weapons left.

He took two large-caliber pistols from above, quickly checked the magazines and gun maintenance, then took off a belt and clipped the two guns to his waist.

Then he took down a submachine gun, checked its condition, and hung it inside his clothes using the gun bag on the rack.

Then he stood on the desk and took down a huge briefcase that was hanging at the very top of the shelf.

He opened the briefcase, which was filled with all sorts of gun parts.

The M73B6 is the latest heavy sniper rifle from Evis Space Systems.

He closed the lid, put on the magazine, picked up his briefcase, took out a black card key from the study cabinet, and walked outside.

After leaving the house, he did not go to the first floor, but took the elevator directly to the warehouse on the second basement level.

Finally, he walked up to a tall, black SUV and stopped.

As he approached, a light flashed on the SUV, and the door automatically popped open.

The Yiluo family had two SUVs. One of them sank into the sea with Yiluo that night, and the other was still parked in this underground garage. At that time, Yiluo's father used the company car to go to see his mother.

He placed the briefcase in the car, then inserted the card key into the control panel and connected the wristband.

"Eve, let's go to the 'Fish Cake Bar'."

He Ao sat in the driver's seat, closed the car door, adjusted the seat to the front, and said softly.

"Ok."

An image of Eve, a little girl in a white dress, appeared on the control panel.

Bright lights illuminated the dark underground parking lot as the tall SUV slowly started moving.

As the vehicle started, He Ao closed his eyes slightly, feeling the pervasive pain in his body stabilize within a relatively low range.

Promotions seem to have finally come to an end.

He Ao opened his eyes and opened his personal attributes interface.

【He Ao (Yi Luo)】

[Privilege Level: Advanced Player]

Physical fitness: 1230 (545)

[Skills: Talent Sequence 272: Super Memory (Rank B), Basic Firearms Mastery (Soul Part), Talent Sequence 72: Stealth Mage (Rank C) (Unusable)]

Mechanical modification: None

[Martial Arts: Qi Refining to Spirit Transformation (Rank C) (Partial Usability)]

[Character Skill: Talent Sequence 127: Hidden Observer (Rank C)]

——An hour later——

The stout Garold lit a cigarette and leaned against the entrance of the Fish Cake Bar. He glanced at his bracelet and then at the snowflakes dancing in the sky.

Across the street, under the swirling snowflakes, several old vehicles were parked on the roadside, and some men in black suits sat inside, pulling the bolts of their guns and checking their ammunition.

Garrod turned around, glanced at the white-robed figure sitting at the back of the bar, and then looked at the bracelet again.

"Boss, look ahead."

With a soft reminder coming from his earpiece, Garold looked up and gazed at the end of the street.

Under a sky filled with drifting snowflakes, a car is approaching from afar.

Everyone looked up, gazing towards the end of the street.

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The soft sounds of guns being cocked echoed through the silent snow.

Vehicles in the distance also approached amidst the low mechanical clattering sounds.

All eyes were on the slowly approaching car, a light-colored driverless taxi with privacy shutters on all the windows and windshield, making it impossible to see the people inside.

On the entire dilapidated street, only this one car was slowly driving through the snow.

Garrod leaned against the door, his eyes fixed on the approaching taxi, his brow furrowed, the cigarette between his fingers burning with tiny sparks in the falling snow.

The taxi moved at a steady speed, inching forward, and everyone's tension gradually increased with each step of the vehicle's forward movement.

Finally, the car stopped in front of the bar, and the cigarette in Garold's hand burned out.

He flicked the cigarette butt from his hand, the flickering sparks tracing a dancing arc in the air.

The arc seemed to be a precise command; almost instantly, everyone in the surrounding vehicles and bars rushed out, all dressed in black, raising their guns and pointing them at the taxi, surrounding it from the front and back.

Nourishes—

With a soft thud, the taxi came to a complete stop.

The people surrounding the car tensed up, and everyone put their index fingers on the trigger.

Garrod raised his hand, signaling his men not to act rashly, then glanced to his side.

A burly man in a black suit stepped out from the crowd and nodded to Garrod.

All eyes were on the burly man, who was holding a pistol in one hand, pointing it into the car, and holding the door handle with the other, carefully pulling the door open.

Then, the car door remained unmoved.

"Please pay the fare and then open the car door."

At that very moment, a mechanical female voice rang out from inside the taxi.

The burly man looked up and glanced at Garold somewhat awkwardly.

Garrod walked over with a gloomy expression, pushed the burly man aside, and then swiped his wristband in front of the car door to pay the fare.

Then he reached out and suddenly pulled open the car door.

After seeing the scene inside the car, everyone on the street fell into a brief silence.

The back seats of the car were empty.

hum-

At the same time, Garrod's bracelet began to vibrate.

The caller ID showed a virtual number.

After a brief pause, Garold reached out and answered the phone.

“Uncle Garrod, Father always told me that you are his best friend,”

A childish, hoarse voice rang in his ears.

"certainly,"

Garrod calmly replied, "Back when we were mercenaries, he saved my life; I carried him across the wilderness."

Then he paused slightly, "So, where exactly are you?"

"I'm in the car."

The person on the other end of the phone spoke calmly.

Garold glanced at the back seat of the taxi, his face finally turning completely grim. "What tricks are you playing? We all know what the Storm Sea is like—it's hell! No one ever comes back from the Storm Sea! Let alone a twelve-year-old child in a vegetative state! Who the hell are you? What do you want?"

? ”

"But···"

The childish voice on the other end of the phone remained unusually calm.

Almost the instant the sound rang out, a huge black SUV rushed out from the end of the street, then swerved and braked sharply. With a loud screeching sound of wheels rubbing against the ground, it drifted 180 degrees, its rear facing the crowd, and stopped at the street corner not far away.

Then, the door of the SUV opened, and a boy wearing a long down jacket and carrying a submachine gun got out of the driver's seat.

He gripped the gun handle, looked at everyone who turned their heads in that brief moment, slowly raised his head, his loose hair gently swaying in the breeze.

He opened his mouth, and his hoarse voice rang out simultaneously from Garold's bracelet and under the silent snow, "I'm back."

"shot!!!"

Almost the instant the sound rang out, Garrod roared without hesitation.

At the same time, the boy raised the submachine gun with an extended magazine in his hand.

In an instant, blazing flames and fierce gunfire rang in everyone's ears.

Amidst the storm of gunfire, the boy standing at the end of the street slowly moved forward.