Ark Chess Player

The leader of the assassins crumpled up the architectural plans, intending to resolve the issue in the simplest and most brutal way.

But then he thought again, no, even if he wanted to use force to break through the barrier, he wouldn't know where he was.

"Two people per group, A, B, C, D, divide into four teams! The one who slapped me, come with me, the rest of you disperse!" The leader of the assassins made a decisive decision, silently stuffing the design back into his pocket, while showing a calm and composed demeanor.

"Yes."

—Inside the truck in the distance, Lin Lu, who was controlling the entire Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Building with his data-driven spiritual domain, smiled slightly.

At his feet, Ug, an expert in information technology, collapsed like a dead dog.

Lin Lu didn't even lift a finger, yet this man was so frightened he had a heart attack, his eyes rolled back, his whole body convulsed, and his breathing became disordered. If Lin Lu hadn't considered that this man was still useful, he would have left him to fend for himself.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Lin Lu habitually tapped two fingers on the table to organize his thoughts.

After learning about Rhodes Island's current situation, Lin Lu combined the information provided by the intelligence team and outlined countless possibilities within the Spirit Realm. He then expanded upon these options, filtered the results, and analyzed the current situation.

Finally, Lin Lu focused his attention on the suspicious forces within the Guard Bureau, gradually uncovering the truth.

That's why he's here.

Do you really think I, Lin, am not here?

Do you really think my wife and kids are easy to bully?

I'll smash your household registration book in a heartbeat!

Mr. Lin first lured the enemy into a trap, and then caught him like a turtle in a jar.

Lin Lu only had a superficial understanding of the Yan Kingdom's formations.

If the tactical simulation device hadn't had limited power, he could have easily trapped these people until the poison took effect and they all died. Moreover, Lin Lu's keen tactical instincts detected the trap, and he decided to act quickly and decisively, not wasting time on these dying men.

"Heavyweight Operator Ace, Guard Operator Sharp, Caster Operator Pith, Sniper Operator Stormeye, quickly proceed to your designated positions. Medic Operator Touch, adjust your casts and provide support as needed. I will keep you informed of each operator's status in real time."

Lin Lu pressed his left index and middle fingers together, tapped his earphone, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Now, let the enemy know—Rhodes Island is not a pushover."

"Yes, Doctor!!"

The orderly sound came from the headphones, and the data-driven spiritual realm also displayed the coordinates of each person in front of them.

Lin Lu let out a slight breath. From the moment he sensed something was wrong, he rushed here without stopping. First, he stored the information of the entire building into his spiritual domain, then he walked into the building openly and placed the portable tactical simulation device in the appropriate position, and finally he infiltrated the enemy camp.

"Anemone, how long will it take to process the enemy system information?"

Lin Lu rubbed his stinging brow and asked the illusory maid floating behind him.

Anemone placed her hands together in front of her abdomen, her eyes filled with flowing data, as if gazing up at a sky full of stars.

"A quarter of an hour."

She responded softly, focusing all her attention on cracking the system.

With the support of the borderless army's system, she could resolve the issue in five minutes.

but……

Lin Lu was unwilling to take over the Army Without Borders.

For Lin Lu, everything Bai Huang and Chao Shan did for him, their selfless kindness, deeply moved him while also leaving him bewildered. Because he had no memories of his past, Bai Huang and Chao Shan were like familiar strangers, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Besides, Lawyer Lin is not a tool, nor does he want to be one.

He subconsciously endorsed the army without borders, but he wouldn't become the king of mercenaries without any preparation or understanding.

Now, he is the Doctor of Rhodes Island, and the elder brother of the Rhodes Island operators.

Lin Lu gently tapped the table, calculating the time it would take for the Lungmen Guard Bureau to arrive to provide support... no, to come and sweep the floor.

"Perfect timing, let's return this dilapidated building to Longmen."

Lin Lu chuckled, his eyes revealing a deep cobalt blue hue.

As his digitized spiritual domain expanded, his thoughts permeated the surroundings. While maintaining this expanded spiritual domain, Lin Lu conducted keen observations of various locations. An ordinary person would likely be overwhelmed even with four tasks at once, let alone maintain the macrocosm while simultaneously attending to minute details.

It was as if a god had opened his eyes and looked down upon all living beings.

On the third floor of the building, the two assassins, still trapped there, were met with a fierce and relentless attack from the sniper operator Stormeye.

With silver hair and silver eyes, Stormeye effortlessly conjured two arrows, swung his arm to form them, drew his bow to its fullest extent, and the arrows flew away.

The two assassins, skilled in close combat, were pinned down by a hail of arrows and unable to move. Every time they tried to take a step, one or two arrows would suddenly burst forth with irresistible force, almost pinning them to the wall.

Even if the assassins don't know what pain is, they still can't survive with their heads shattered.

Stormeye calmly drew his bow and shot an arrow, just like his codename, Eye of the Storm.

The calmer the eye of the storm, the more turbulent the cloud walls become!

On the sixth floor of the building, Guardian Operator Sharp and Caster Operator Pith fight side by side.

Despite being outnumbered, the two elite operators showed no fear in the face of four assassins.

Sharp held a shield in his right hand and a Rhodes Island standard longsword in his left. Black goggles obscured his eyes, but could not conceal his sharpness.

Beside him stood Pith, a petite Liberian mage operator.

She carried a staff-shaped Originium Arts trigger device that was as tall as herself. She looked somewhat frail, but she spoke quite rudely.

"I'll take three, and you can have one?"

Pith's tone was completely flat, as if he were stating something extremely simple.

"……no."

Sharp, who is not good at expressing himself verbally, chooses to let his actions speak for themselves.

He launched his charge, and with a flick of his wrist, his 1.2-meter-long black steel blade flashed with a crimson arc.

Draw your sword!

What suicide squads? I'm the kind of people who fight suicide squads!

Pith watched Sharp rush forward and take on three opponents single-handedly. She pouted and muttered, "Silent type."

The remaining assassin seized the opportunity to attack her. Even though his rationality had crumbled under the influence of the drugs, his martial spirit remained. His sensory abilities were amplified by the poison, and he could tell at a glance that she was a sorcerer!

As everyone knows, sorcerers are light and flexible and easy to push over.

Basically, once it comes to close combat, there's no chance to fight back; they're at the mercy of the enemy.

The assassin's speed was like that of a wild horse, covering a distance of 100 meters in just a few seconds, bypassing Sharp and attacking the seemingly harmless Pith.

Sharp didn't even glance at him.

He knew that this man's fate would be extremely tragic.

The next moment, a deep blue luster containing countless mysteries condensed out of thin air and directly hit the assassin, bursting into dazzling flames.

The assassin, who had been blasted ten meters away and rolled seven or eight times upon landing, stopped moving. After only three breaths, he convulsively stood up. The effects of the drug were far stronger than expected; even though his internal organs were almost shattered, he was still able to stand up fearlessly.

This poison is banned in Yan Kingdom precisely because those with malicious intentions can use it to commit all sorts of evil deeds.

"Armor with spell resistance... They must be rich."

Pith said casually, but she continued to cast the spell without taking it seriously.

The deep blue foxfire illuminated the surroundings, and the flames were stretched by an invisible hand, condensing into three intersecting rings of light spears.

"See what I see."

The spear of light continued to split, its rings overlapping and instantly filling a large area of ​​space.

Pith stood with his staff upright, his dark robe, which covered his standard armor, fluttering in the wind, and his braids fell over his shoulders.

She glanced at Sharp, who was as fierce as a wild wolf, and then at the three crazed assassins he was facing. Sharp's surging attack seemed to be losing ground. Pith's thin lips, hidden beneath her mask, pressed tightly together, and she silently snorted.

"Do what I want!"

A rain of light fell, and a sky full of radiance descended upon the horde of assassins.

The dazzling light shattered all the windows on the sixth floor of the building, and the impact shook the entire building.

Sharp retreated helplessly. He had worked with Pith for more than a year or two, and he always had to put up with her bad temper. Even Ace was unwilling to act with her, not to mention Stormeye. As a sniper operator, he could be accidentally shot by Pith even if he stood in the back.

This is probably the downside of having a group of mages; spells don't discriminate, they explode wherever they land.

Not to mention, Pith's spell was comparable to light pollution; the bursting flames triggered a secondary reaction, contracting and coalescing before exploding again, shaking the entire building. Beams of light erupted, but fortunately, Lin, observing from afar with his spiritual domain, saw everything as numerical data; otherwise, he would have been blinded.

This is why Sharp wears a pair of black protective glasses indoors during the day.

Dozens of seconds later, the dazzling light dissipated, and half of the sixth floor collapsed, leaving dense cracks everywhere.

"Zizzizi..."

It was like water being poured into a boiling oil pan, with thick black smoke billowing out.

The assassins had large swaths of flesh and blood worn away, with half their skeletons exposed, yet they still let out mournful roars.

This goes far beyond the effects of poison; it involves being forced to ingest large quantities of Western Region Gu worms during the inhumane training of these assassins, drastically shortening their lifespans. These assassins, destined to be expendable resources, have their lives used as disposable fuel, squandered to their fullest extent.

Sharp leaped into the air, his longsword flashing red, and with a turn and a powerful swing, slashed heavily at the assassin's temple. Blade flashed and, amidst a chilling sound of bones grinding together, half of the assassin's head flew into the air, revealing his still-beating brain, half of which had been severed.

Yes, it's still pulsating.

Black insects surged from the severed brain; the assassin was not stiff after death, and could even move!

The next moment, the assassin's claws struck Sharp's chest.

"don't want!!"

Pith involuntarily cried out; she had just cast a finishing spell and was in a state where the old power hadn't dissipated and the new power hadn't been generated. But she stubbornly raised her staff, enduring the headache, and cast the spell again. Spheres of light, barely condensing, were swiftly projected out, repelling the attacking assassins and giving Sharp a chance to retreat.

Unexpectedly, Sharp did not retreat. Instead, he stood still and advanced, his longsword, glowing red, piercing the assassin's chest. He then slashed upwards, leaving a deep gash. The assassin's remaining half-head was split in two. Sharp charged forward with his shield raised, slamming the assassin's body back to the ground and cleaving him in two at the waist.

When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one will prevail!

"Were you in a hurry just now?"

Sharp, clutching his torn three-layered protective suit, managed to barely withstand the attack using the standard protective gear of an elite operator.

He looked down at Pith, who was only about waist-high to him, paused briefly, gathered his thoughts, analyzed the situation calmly, and pondered intensely.

Sharp, suddenly enlightened, said earnestly, "What you're doing isn't good. Using magic in a moment of panic will not only damage your brain but also leave hidden dangers that will affect you in the future. The magic you cast will also be weak, doing more harm than good. You can't do that again."