Ark Chess Player

Lin Lu honestly admitted his mistake. The more sunny a girl is like Yinlianhua, the harder it is for her to get over truly difficult things.

"It's alright, Doctor. Hmph, if I ever get the chance to touch you, I'll definitely beat you up."

Anemone smiled serenely, brandishing her fist menacingly. As if the sadness that had just graced her face had never existed, she remained the flawless AI maid. Her system had never programmed any commands for expressions of bitterness, sorrow, or dejection.

Lin Lu said no more and silently kept the matter in mind.

Or should we find a body for Anemone? Should we just find one that can be inflated, or should we find one made of better material? I feel like it can't hold down this human cannon of mine. What if it explodes during piston-like motion? Maybe I should just use Abyssal Extract to handcraft a humanoid figure...

"Doctor, if you're going to worry about me, you'd be better off worrying about yourself." Silver Lotus emerged from behind Lin Lu, arms crossed, with a haughty expression that seemed to say, "My little sister can't be this cute," and stuck out her tongue. "There are enemies at the corner at the end of the corridor. There are sixteen of them. It seems they've brought out their last reserves, including four Thor Industries rapid-fire crossbows. Doctor, what should we do?"

"We've killed enough today... Let Jessica have a good dream."

Lin Lu twisted his waist, casually tossed the military shovel aside, and walked to the French windows.

Hurried footsteps came from behind, the rhythmic, overlapping sounds of running indicating that the enemy was approaching, even without using one's spiritual domain.

Lin Lu steadied himself, boldly exposing his back to the enemy, and stared directly at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him. Through the reflection in the glass, he could see fully armed mercenaries rushing towards him.

"Hopefully Jessica isn't afraid of heights."

Lin Lu calmly pressed the central core of the Ark Driver. A faint white light emerged from the gaps in the heavy armor, projecting directly into the interior of the armor like a mirror. Iron blocks rose up from various parts of the torso, their glow seeping out from the gaps, with faint electrical currents running through them.

"Cast Off!"

A burst of white light erupted, as if a new star were rising from the plane.

The iron block split into countless fragments, which scattered into millions of points of light in the radiance, refracting the light like a mirror.

The mercenary who charged forward, seeing that he was about to pierce Lin Lu's heart, was unexpectedly stabbed by countless fragments, sustaining hundreds of wounds. The mercenaries behind him were the same; the more desperate a mercenary was, the more eager they were to be reborn.

Originally, Lin Lu didn't intend to waste time calling out names one by one, but some people felt that the sun was shining and the rain had stopped, so they could do it again.

As the dazzling light faded, the mercenaries opened their sore eyes and, despite their discomfort, stared intently ahead.

Aside from the blood-soaked corpses scattered on the ground, the double-reinforced floor-to-ceiling windows, which could withstand gunfire and sniper fire, were shattered, but there was no sign of the enemy.

"Jumped, jumped off a building?"

One of the mercenaries muttered to himself.

"Why don't you go take a look?" The mercenary next to him nudged him.

The mercenary, who had been pushed a step, immediately flew into a rage and shouted, "Then why don't you go?!"

The situation remained deadlocked, but no one dared to approach any further.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Lin Lu seemed to be flying through the air, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness.

Lin Lu remained in his Knight Riding form, but he added an extra layer of Mirror Originium Arts to Jessica, who was dressed in light armor. He projected the knowledge stored in his mind into reality, attaching a Pilot Jumping Device and a grappling hook to her lower back, allowing her to move freely.

When Lin Lu leaped from the floor-to-ceiling window on the twelfth floor, a height of nearly forty meters, he looked up at the sky, his entire body bathed in the sunlight. The sky and the earth seemed to merge, the whole world reflected in his eyes, and the data processing information in the Spirit Realm became incredibly responsive. It was as if a god was looking down upon all living beings; the Spirit Realm, which had long been confined to version 5.0, was showing signs of evolution.

Even if it's just equipment that's been conceived in his mind and materialized in reality, Lin Lu can use it quite skillfully.

With a slight twist of her slender waist, Lin Lu manipulated the jumping device to launch a grappling hook that fiercely bit into the outer wall of the building. The rope connecting the grappling hook suddenly taut, and she deftly swung herself upwards along the momentum of the kinetic energy, like a stone on a slingshot.

Lin Lu didn't bring a parachute, and even if he did, there was no chance of it deploying at this altitude. Falling from this height would be too much for even him. Even so, he still fully enjoyed the feeling of flying, suppressing the urge to cheer in the air.

Lin Lu always disregards his own life and death in every action, making the greatest effort to achieve his goals.

Using the momentum of the grappling hook, Lin Lu stepped onto the glass curtain wall and performed a double jump in mid-air, a feat impossible for a human. The Iron Pilot's jumping device successfully achieved a skill that Virgil could never learn in his entire life.

Lin Lu arrived at the fourteenth floor almost instantly, but that wasn't enough; his target was the sixteenth floor!

The grappling hook popped out again, and Lin Lu ran and jumped through the air, constantly closing the distance.

Office on the sixteenth floor of the Silver Wing Building.

When Wenger could no longer see the situation on the monitor, he was both anxious and furious. In a fit of rage, he transformed into a master desktop cleaner and smashed the monitor to the ground. He immediately regretted it; what if that person had broken through the twelfth floor and reached the thirteenth or fourteenth? Thinking of this, he quickly picked up the monitor and reconnected it to the power. The shattered, distorted screen mercilessly mocked him, and Wenger could only clutch his head in fear.

Wenger cowered under his desk, trembling for a while, when he suddenly remembered, "Don't I have a gun?!"

I still have my huge hunting rifle! What am I afraid of?

Why am I getting more and more afraid of death as I get older? Where did that iron-blooded mercenary who used to hang his head on his waist go? Where did that man who dared to venture alone into the outskirts of Ursus to hunt wild beasts for two thousand rubles go?!

Wenger felt a surge of courage.

Perhaps it's because his current life is too comfortable, enjoying luxury cars and mansions every day, and having different beauties in bed with him every night. This material life has made Wenger forget that he was once a stud, and he's reluctant to go back to the days when he was starving and had to do anything to survive.

Wenger stood up and opened the drawer.

The oversized hunting rifle lies here quietly.

Wenger picked up the hunting rifle, and just as he was beginning to relax, a knock on the door startled him so much that he almost dropped the rifle.

He focused his attention on the door, but the sound was not coming from there, but from the opposite direction.

Wenger instinctively turned his head, his heart rate instantly soaring to 120 beats per minute.

A dark figure was reflected outside the floor-to-ceiling window!

Chapter 262 Bloodstained (4K)

Wenger's pupils dilated in shock, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

It's understandable that he would feel fear; he had watched with his own eyes as his subordinates were slaughtered like livestock by this female demon!

If this had happened yesterday, and someone had told Wenger that someone would single-handedly storm from the first floor of the Silverwing Tower to the sixteenth-floor headquarters, he would probably have laughed and thrown that person off the sixteenth floor, then grumbled and ran off to the Drunken Moon Pavilion to enjoy his life.

Wenger was utterly astonished that the other party would actually climb all the way up from the twelfth floor; he couldn't believe they'd pulled that off. Those damn bastards at Thor Industries, taking money and not doing their jobs properly—why hadn't they considered this beforehand?!

"Enough! I don't care if you're human or ghost... you all have to die!!"

The hunting rifle in Wenger's hand gave him the courage to fight back, and his mind kept recalling his past feats.

He ventured alone into the frigid northern border of Ursus, hunting over a dozen wild beasts and killing no fewer than a hundred enemies, earning him the title of "Headless Wenger"! This was because he had a habit of personally beheading any enemy he encountered and making them into specimens.

His basement in a border village in Ursus is still crammed with his collection.

"Die!!"

Wenger raised the Beast Hunter Gun with both hands. Strictly speaking, this weapon wasn't a true firearm, but rather a miniature hand cannon made from Originium particles and pulley modules. The Beast Hunter Gun had a 33mm caliber, capable of piercing iron walls, and even grotesque beasts mutated by Originium infection couldn't withstand its attack.

As Wenger's mental pillar, his hunting rifle was maintained almost every two days, with a bullet always kept in the magazine. He didn't know when someone would come to take his life, but he had to at least have a fighting chance and could not simply wait to die.

Now is the day when the hunting rifle roars once more!

Wenger stared wide-eyed straight ahead; this shot had to hit, he only had one chance!

The trigger was pulled, the Originium particles were ignited, and the slide module rapidly contracted, expanded, and released. A dazzling flash of light erupted from the muzzle. Wenger, who had stopped exercising in recent years and instead indulged in women, felt as if a giant hammer had struck his chest, a surge of heat rushing to his throat.

Even though he was standing with his legs apart, using his shoulders as the fulcrum to bear the recoil, half of his body was still numb from the shock.

It was worth it; Wenger, who had fallen to the ground, stared intently ahead.

The human body has its limits! He refused to believe that anyone could withstand such a blow!

The destructive power of the large-caliber bullet was terrifying; even the air itself emitted a piercing explosion. The incredibly sturdy reinforced glass instantly developed numerous cracks, shattering along with the figure pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window into countless fragments.

Harmful smoke from the Originium billowed from the muzzle of the Hunter's Gun. Wenger paid no heed to the Calamity Stone that he had once kept at a distance; all his attention was focused on what was before him. His gaze darted back and forth, searching for the bloodstains, chunks of flesh, or even a tattered rag he so desperately wanted.

Given the power of the hunting rifle, a normal person directly hit by it would be cut in half at the waist. Even with excellent armor, it would be useless unless it was made of the legendary top-grade D32 steel; otherwise, it would be impossible to emerge unscathed, absolutely impossible!!

"Ah, ah... how could this be..."

Wenger stared wide-eyed and let out a wail.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the shattered figures gradually reformed, standing once more as if nothing had happened. In contrast, the high-strength glass, strong enough to withstand bullets, shattered into countless fragments.

A cool breeze blew in from the broken French windows, rustling the debris on the ground.

This is a trap.

Wenger realized it was a trap, but he realized it too late.

He actually tore down his own barrier! It's like handing his life over to the other side with his own hands!!

What kind of enemy could possibly manipulate him so easily, as if every move he made was pre-planned?

A grappling hook reached into the office ceiling, and Lin Lu swung along the rope, easily entering the office. He waved, retracting the Phantom Pilot that had been mimicking his movements to confuse the enemy.

A simple strategy that effortlessly eliminates the enemy's last line of defense.

Lin Lushuang held a completely black pistol, Jessica's weapon, showing how much she cherished it. The pistol was equipped with a muzzle compensator to increase barrel weight, reducing recoil and barrel rise during firing, thus improving accuracy. The specially designed quick-release magazine also served this purpose, allowing for rapid magazine replacement even after the last round had been fired and the bolt had held open.

At this moment, Lin Lu maintained the posture of the Central Axis Heavy Locking System (CARS) firing method.

He held the pistols in front of his chest, stood sideways with his legs apart and knees slightly bent to maintain his balance.

This is a complete system that includes applied shooting theory, shooting and conversion, post-firing cleanup, reloading and obstacle removal, and weapon protection.

This shooting tactic is basically only understood by mercenaries of the Army Without Borders. It involves agile combat footwork, a stylish and stable grip on the gun, and elbow strikes that combine body movement with gravity. It was personally taught by BIG BOSS. Even Blacksteel International can only use different shooting tactics. They are still focused on maintaining the stability of their firearms by trying to inject Originium Arts, and have no time to pay attention to anything else.

Lin Lu hoped that through this advanced combat record, he could share some of his insignificant experience with Jessica.

"……This is?"

Lin Lu frowned. The data-driven spiritual domain covered the entire office, including the safe that Wenger had hidden in the wall.

Not only that, Lin Lu also discovered many, many things.

Really good at playing.

"Stop right there! Don't move!"

Wenger raised his hunting rifle, feigning intimidation, and said, "Who are you? If you move another inch, I'll shoot!"

"...Then why don't you shoot?"

Lin Lu stared at Wenger. If Jessica herself were present at this moment, she would never believe that she would show such a look.

His dark green eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty glint, like a warrior blinded by bloodshed, his eyes seemingly concealing a battlefield.

Wenger dared not meet Lin Lu's gaze, as if a knife was pressed against his pupils, piercing him with the slightest blink.

"I...I surrender."

Wenger shakily put down the empty hunting rifle. Even if there were bullets left, it would be useless; with his physique, firing one shot was already his limit. If he were to fire again, the recoil alone might kill him without Lin Lu even lifting a finger.

"Kneel down."

Lin Lu said in a deep voice.

"Huh?" Wenger hadn't yet realized what Lin Lu meant.