Poverty makes me capable of anything.

thump.

The noise subsided for a moment, then with a beep, the back door opened, revealing the person outside.

It was Brandon, the head of the logistics department.

"Huh?" Brandon was taken aback when he saw his adjutant in the office. "Sir, what are you doing here?"

As the administrator of the City of Eternal Hope, shouldn't he be in his official residence at this time?

Not long ago, he had seen his adjutant issuing orders in his official residence office. Why had he suddenly come to such a remote and inconspicuous place?

and many more.

Brandon's eyes suddenly started to move.

He discovered a strange place.

The interior of this secluded office was exactly the same as the adjutant's own office.

"..."

In other words, although he verbally called on everyone to die for the empire, he had already secretly moved to another location, leaving others to fight to the death at the Spire.

There might be a deeper reason. Brandon knows a secret: there's an escape route in this room, and his adjutant likely knows it too. That would explain why he's staying here.

Upon noticing the strange look in Brandon's eyes, the adjutant immediately realized something was wrong.

How could his carefully cultivated image collapse at the last minute!

The adjutant's expression remained unchanged, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking from the outside. He said, "I had some urgent business to attend to, so I came over. What are you doing here? What about the logistics department? At this critical moment of life and death, the logistics department should be doing its utmost."

Oh.

If it's an emergency, why would someone come to such a remote place?

If there's an emergency, why would you need to spend time decorating the room exactly the same way?

Brandon sneered, no longer bothering to hide it.

"Alright, my Lord Lytton, stop with the high-sounding words. All you want is to escape through the secret passage below, right? That's exactly what I was thinking too. Let's stop dawdling and get going while the situation isn't too complicated yet."

"..."

Lieutenant Lytton's expression remained unchanged.

He spread his hands: "I don't know what you're talking about."

“But there’s one thing. You said you wanted to escape through the secret passage here. In the Empire, you should know what happens to deserters during wartime, Brandon, right? Abandoning your subordinates like a dog with its tail between its legs will eventually get you to the gallows.”

Brandon chuckled. "The gallows don't matter anymore. Alright, Lytton, we don't have time for jokes now. If we delay any longer and our location is exposed, we won't be able to leave even if we want to."

Lytton shook his head: "I'm not joking with you. For those who desert on the battlefield, there is only death. Rather than hanging yourself, let me send you on your way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lytton turned around and quickly pulled a gun from the table.

Brandon's face changed drastically: "Lydon, you're insane!"

"I'm not crazy, you've taken the wrong path. As the head of the logistics department, you shouldn't be here. Wouldn't it be better for you to just die at your post?"

boom!

Damn it!

Brandon stepped aside. Although he was the head of the logistics department, he still had considerable power.

Lytton's first shot missed him, which relieved him. He had a gun with him, and since Lytton was insane, he might as well just kill him.

If Brandon could see the true level of Lytton, he probably wouldn't think that way.

Level 47, combat-type class.

He was only level 43.

Boom!

Without hesitation, Lytton pulled the trigger, bullets raining down, instantly shattering the wall. Just as Brandon saw an opening and was about to retaliate, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed his wrist.

Oops.

It twisted with tremendous force, as if trying to break the arm.

"Let go, let go..."

Snapped.

What came was a vicious slap.

He suddenly vomited blood.

Then came another punch.

*Thud.* Brandon was slammed against the wall.

We can't beat them, we can't beat them at all.

He vomited blood and even experienced shortness of breath.

Since you've gone mad, don't blame me.

Just as Lytton was about to finish him off, Brandon pulled out a bomb the size of a thumb with a bitter smile.

"..."

Lytton's pupils widened suddenly. The bomb may be small, but it should not be underestimated.

He turned and dashed into the office, with Brandon following him relentlessly.

"You want to kill me? Come on, if you won't let us live together, then let's die together!"

A scene of utter devastation.

thump.

The door to the secret passage opened immediately under Lytton's control. Brandon, already resigned to his fate, watched Lytton jump in without dropping the bomb, knowing that if he did, he would become Lytton's target again.

Explode!

bomb.

Smash it!

Lytton, that shameless scoundrel!

Brandon jumped in with the bomb.

Boom!

The massive shockwave instantly shattered the unassuming house, and the resulting red flames were clearly visible to An Ran, who was on the third floor of the spire.

She searched the spire but couldn't find the garrison commander.

At that moment, a very suspicious explosion suddenly rang out in the distance.

"I'll go take a look."

After speaking with Lin Yumo, An Ran quickly took Ella and rushed over.

They were incredibly fast, so they arrived at the explosion site immediately. The collapsed building did not completely block the entrance to the secret passage. The passage was built to be extremely sturdy, and even under the bomb attack, only a small gap appeared.

The scene was a mess; the blood and pieces of flesh visible in the ruins told Anran that some people had already perished in the explosion.

"Anran, Anran, let me do it!"

Perhaps fearing a repeat of what happened before, Ella actually jumped into the secret passage on her own initiative this time.

Soon, Ella's voice rang in Anran's ears again: "Anran, Anran, there are people driving vehicles and escaping 5 kilometers ahead."

She has already followed them down.

The auxiliary mask allowed her to spot that rapidly moving figure—level 47, a real big fish!

No wonder I couldn't find the garrison commander!

"Let's give chase!"

It was a long, narrow pipe. Lytton was driving his vehicle at breakneck speed, but he found that no matter how fast he accelerated, he couldn't shake off the two people following behind him. He could only watch helplessly as they got closer and closer.

Based on his assessment of strength, Lytton knew he was no match for Lytton; the moment he relaxed even slightly, he was finished.

But Anran was also nervous.

The time limit for the manhunt is 3 hours, and two hours have already passed.

If we let him escape, the mission will be a failure.

Distance and time became the regulators of his breathing. Lytton felt like he was going crazy. If Brandon hadn't suddenly appeared, he could have easily and quietly left.

If it weren't for Brandon.

He should have waited until he escaped before killing Brandon.

He hadn't expected that Anran and Ella, without a vehicle, could fly so fast.

It was even faster than his vehicle.

During the flight, as the distance closed, Ella, who could easily multitask, immediately took out her sniper rifle.

Her left eye was unremarkable, but her right eye was flashing with a blue light that seemed to be jumping data.

locking!

boom!

"Damn it—"

Lytton could no longer remain calm.

Why was she able to fire a gun while moving at such high speed?

grass grass grass—

After losing his composure, Lytton found himself unable to think clearly for a time.

He who cannot remain calm will no longer be himself.

Just as he was about to reach the first exit, a sniper bullet pierced through Lytton's left hand with a bang.

The arm broke silently.