Life Dungeon Game

He just didn't expect Kate to betray her teammate so decisively and launch a sneak attack.

Even from He Ao's perspective, this move was absolutely amazing.

After the two separated, He Ao's pressure was greatly reduced, and he could tackle them one by one.

Kate didn't really trust Swinton and was overconfident in her own abilities, which ultimately made things easier for Heo.

However, He Ao knew very well that he could not rely on the enemy to keep making mistakes; the enemies that came later would only become more and more difficult to deal with.

This time, we've already encountered a combination capable of fighting against B-level opponents; the enemies ahead will only get stronger.

He glanced at the bloodstains on his palm that had been wiped clean, slowly picked up the hamburger, opened his mouth, and took a big bite.

As the soft bread and the juices from the meat patty mixed in his mouth and spread across his taste buds, he turned his head and glanced at the dim yellow light outside the French windows, and the snowflakes gradually stopping under the light.

"Mom, I want to eat a hamburger."

A little boy, holding his mother's hand, walked across the street. He looked up at the restaurant's neon-lit sign and whispered something.

"Mom has already prepared dinner, and Dad is waiting for us at home."

The mother, wearing a white down jacket, reached out and tightened the scarf around the boy's neck. "We'll come for hamburgers another day, another day."

"OK then."

The little boy reluctantly looked away.

Just then, a piercing siren suddenly sounded from ahead.

"Be careful."

The young mother immediately took her child's hand and moved back towards the edge of the sidewalk.

Several police cars bearing the FBI logo and riddled with bullet holes drove up the street at the end of the streetlights and passed by the mother and child.

Interspersed among these FBI police cars were convoys of black SUVs.

A continuous stream of vehicles drove through the snowy night streets, heading towards the brightly lit commercial district ahead.

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"Many people have died in the Eternal Secret Cult. After this, the Eternal Secret Cult will probably launch a direct purge against us."

In the middle of the long convoy, Jato, sitting in the back, glanced at the burly man beside him and said in a low voice, "If we want to survive, we need to unite. We can't fight the Eternal Cult on our own. This is the time to build good relations with the FBI."

"Um,"

The burly man leaned against the edge of the car window, a cigar between his fingers, glanced out the window, and laughed, “We used to have a choice, but this time we don’t. I actually feel much more at ease. I’ve long disliked those charlatans of the Eternal Secret Cult.”

"really,"

Jato also breathed a sigh of relief. If they could, they would definitely not want to cooperate with the Eternal Secret Cult. In the past, they had to reluctantly submit to it due to coercion, but now that they were forced to this point, they were not so conflicted.

He also glanced at the snow falling outside the window.

"However, after today, the waters around Winter City will probably get muddier and muddier. I have a feeling that a storm is on its way, and we need to prepare for it as soon as possible."

"Taking care of Kate this time will push us to this point."

The architect of this plan is unknown, as is his relationship with Novis. However, he appears to be an enemy of the Eternal Cult, so perhaps cooperation is possible.

"cooperate?"

The gaunt man in the passenger seat scoffed, "That guy has ruined us so much, and you still want to cooperate with him, Jato? If I find him..."

"Lena, what are you looking for?"

Jato ignored the gaunt man in the passenger seat and instead looked at Lena, the woman in the red dress, who was sitting in the driver's seat with autopilot activated and looking around at the surrounding streets.

“I was thinking,”

Lena withdrew her gaze, lit a cigarette and put it in her mouth, and slowly said, "Is the mastermind behind this scheme somewhere on this street, quietly watching us, watching us fall into the net he has woven, watching us struggle desperately, only to find it tightening around us more and more?"

Upon hearing this, the gaunt man, who had been snorting, suddenly stopped snorting as if an alarm clock had been turned off.

The burly man in the back row had taut muscles and subconsciously glanced at the surrounding street. The sidewalks were filled with people coming and going, and everyone looked ordinary.

"this,"

Jato glanced around, his glasses reflecting the bustling streets around him. "It sounds a little chilling."

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In the restaurant

The last car in the convoy outside the window slowly drove past the edge of the street. He Ao, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, put down the empty hamburger paper in his hand, shook the empty Coke next to him, and listened to the thumping sound of the ice cubes inside.

Then he opened the Coke cap, stared wide-eyed at the inside, and saw the remaining Coke liquid that hadn't been sucked up by the straw and the unmelted ice cubes.

Then he shook the glass again, tilted his head back, and poured the ice cubes, still covered in cola liquid, into his mouth.

As the icy sensation entered his mouth, his body, wrapped in a down jacket, trembled slightly, and then he crunched the ice cubes to pieces.

When everything was over, he stretched, stood up, walked to the restaurant entrance, and pushed open the glass door.

The restaurant was very warm, and almost the instant he opened the door, a gust of cold wind swept in and crept into his collar.

He reached out and pulled the zipper of his down jacket up a little, then walked out onto the street.

Only a few snowflakes remained in the sky, and the number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreased.

He glanced back at the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows, which were one-way windows, allowing you to see out from the inside but making it difficult to see in from the outside.

Then he looked up and glanced in the direction the convoy had disappeared.

This road is the only route from Kate's villa back to the FBI.

The fact that those SUVs were mixed in with the FBI convoy means that the Security Alliance was ultimately saved by the FBI, and they have now completely turned against the Eternal Cult.

He Ao turned around, rubbed his slightly cold fingers, and slowly walked forward. After crossing the street ahead, he turned into a small alley, where a heavy SUV was parked in front of him.

He opened the car door and got into the SUV.

Then he turned on his bracelet and glanced at the address that Veri had just sent him.

[Old Jie]

Science Funeral Home

Before eating, he asked Veri where there was a trustworthy funeral home in Winter. Veri then sent him the address and told him to go there now.

The funeral home was located at the border of the Storm Zone and the Acre Zone, and Eve quickly updated the address to the autonomous driving navigation system.

The SUV drove through the bustling, clean streets, passed through the still-rumbling Novite district, and then continued along the somewhat dilapidated roads of the Arca district.

Around 9 or 10 p.m., He Ao arrived at the old Jeko funeral home.

The funeral home was tucked away in a secluded alley. The storefront was small, and most of the neon signs were off and rusty.

However, this shop is easy to find because there are no other shops in the alley.

The shop has a glass door, and some colorful decorative posters are pasted on it, most of which have faded and turned white.

He Ao slowly pushed open the door, and the first thing that came into his view was a simply decorated hall.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a black cotton-padded jacket and trousers, was taking a nap on a wooden bamboo chair in the corner of the hall.

A blazing electric stove glowed warmly beside him, and on the stove sat a gleaming electric kettle, steaming hot.

Not far from the old man stood a somewhat old sofa. On the wall opposite the sofa hung a small television, which was playing something that looked like a videotape on repeat. However, the television seemed to be muted, and the whole space was unusually quiet.

Seemingly hearing He Ao's footsteps, the old man slowly opened his eyes, sat up from the bamboo chair, and looked at He Ao. "Is it Ilo? Did Little Vili introduce you?"

"Yes."

He Ao nodded slightly.

"My name is Jeko, you can call me Old Jeko. Does anyone in your family need 'services'?"

Old Jeko glanced at He Ao's thin frame and pale face, slowly stood up, picked up the electric kettle on the stove, and then picked up a clean white teacup next to him. "Want a cup of milk tea? To warm you up?"

He held an electric kettle in one hand and a teacup in the other. The kettle was close to the teacup, and warm milk tea flowed from the slender spout into the teacup.

Once the teacup was full of milk tea, the old man walked up to He Ao and handed him the teacup.

"Thank you."

He Ao reached out and took the steaming cup of milk tea, holding it in his hands.

Do you need a hearse?

Old Jeko stood at the door, glanced at the SUV outside the glass door, and asked, "Or have you already brought the person?"

"I brought it."

He Ao placed the milk tea on the table in front of the door, pushed open the door, and went out.

He quickly climbed onto the roof of the car and untied the wires binding the cabinet. At the same time, Old Jeko placed the electric kettle next to the teacup and came out of the door, deftly helping He Ao untie the wires below.

The two quickly took the cabinet down.

"Thank you."

He Ao carried the cabinet and dragged it into the funeral home hall.

"Can I unveil it?"

Old Jeko glanced at the curtain covering the cabinet and asked softly.

"can."

He Ao nodded, and after a brief pause, he reached out and lifted the curtain.

Semi-transparent cabinet

The young man standing in the cabinet came into the old man's view.

Old Jeko stared at the marks on the young man's body that had been 'specially treated', and after a brief pause, he remarked, "Very handsome young man, is this your...?"

"elder brother."

He Ao continued.

Old Jeko glanced at He Ao, but didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he raised his wristband and controlled a small, somewhat rusty machine trailer to come over. The trailer's robotic arm picked up the cabinet and placed it on the trailer.

He turned to look at He Ao, "Tuo will take him to the crematorium in the back. Cremation and bone fragmentation will take about an hour. There's no need to wait here. Do you want to wait? Or leave your contact information and I'll contact you when everything is done tomorrow morning?"

"I'll be fine in a minute."