Ark Chess Player

Huang Laogou, the leader of the new generation of Longmen, cursed inwardly.

Now he's like a dog with a collar, his hands bound by ropes, forced to follow behind these infected people.

If he tries to feign illness and slow down, no problem, the heavy-armored operator Rock will simply drag him along the ground. With his arm strength, this is obviously much easier for him; he doesn't even need to slow down and can run at will.

Along the way, many new students from Lungmen saw him being dragged along, and some even took pictures in surprise, as if he were being paraded through the streets.

The thought of these photos spreading and ending his prestige at Lungmen's new school was too much for Huang Laogou to bear. Even shouting to cover it up wouldn't help. Rock had made its stance clear: any sign of resistance would be met with immediate execution. Even Huang Laogou's use of Lungmen as a backdrop for his demonstration wouldn't change Rhodes Island's resolve. Amiya was already mentally prepared to break with Lungmen.

As the doctor said, she should just do what she wants.

Whatever the outcome, he will face it together with her.

This is an expectation, a blessing, and an endorsement.

"you……"

Old Huang was about to speak when he noticed that the people around him tensed up, exuding a strong fighting spirit.

"No way? I haven't even said anything yet, and we're already fighting?!" Old Huang cried, his hands aching as Rock dragged him along. It wasn't just him; the other prisoners who were originally intended for the Guard Bureau were also pulled into cover in an instant.

Immediately following was a violent roar, flames scattered, and a bright light illuminated the surrounding dilapidated houses.

Old Huang was dumbfounded. He knew what this was. It was a weapon illegally modified by the new students of Longmen!

How dare these people open fire on me?

They've gone mad, they've all gone mad!!

“Amiya, we’ve discovered an infected squad from the Reunion Movement! They—are actually using contraband weapons from the Lungmen New Generation Organization! The Reunion Movement’s hospitality is truly impeccable. I request permission to launch an attack!” Franka’s voice echoed through the communication headset.

“Permission granted,” Amiya said calmly. “Franka, Kingslayer, these people are yours to handle.”

"Okay! By the way, Amiya, the Kingslayer isn't wearing headphones," Franka kindly reminded her.

"..."

Amiya patted her forehead helplessly and sighed, "Could you please pass on my order, Franka?"

"Got it~" Franka's cheerful voice came through the headset.

At the same time, Razer's report came in quick succession: "Amiya, we need to speed up. We have successfully drawn the attention of Reunion and the new Lungmen organization. Reunion is chasing us from behind, and if we don't speed up, we will be surrounded by the enemy in six minutes and twenty-one seconds."

"Understood." Amiya switched the communication channel to all channels and called out, "Everyone, Phase One is complete. Now we can speed up our departure and lure all these people out."

"receive."

Amidst the chorus of responses, Amiya silently switched back to Channel 3.

The Catherines have extremely sensitive hearing, which made her feel quite uncomfortable, as if countless people were making sounds in her ears.

"Misha, can you keep up?" Amiya asked.

"I... ha... ha... I'm alright..."

Misha, who wasn't good at sports, was covered in sweat and panting heavily, looking like she was about to cry. But she didn't complain of being tired once throughout the entire process; it was her own decision, even though her legs felt like they were about to give way.

Amiya watched all this and silently clenched her fists.

She realized that she hadn't thought things through properly and had overlooked Misha's physical condition.

The plan needs to be adjusted; we can't spend more time on the road, not only for Misha's sake, but also for the safety of others.

Amiya pondered the matter and decided to leverage the power of Penguin Logistics.

In Lungmen, Penguin Logistics' intelligence is more convenient and effective.

"Exusiai, I need the fastest route out of the slums. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Yes, there is... but I'm not sure yet," Exusiai replied. "How about this, I'll go scout it out first and keep in touch! By the way, I've already contacted another specialist from Penguin Logistics for backup! Don't worry, she's incredibly capable!"

"So reliable, Miss Exusiai."

"It's nothing, it's nothing~"

Exusiai waved to Amiya with a dashing air, then deftly traversed the obstacles with remarkable parkour skills, dashing off in another direction. It was as if nothing in the world could restrain her; even though the faint, transparent wings behind her couldn't carry her, she wouldn't yield.

"Amiya, the Reunion Movement's infected squad has been suppressed."

Franka gave the report, somewhat surprised, because most of them had been defeated by the Kingslayer.

The Kingslayer's attack methods were completely different from her performance in the safe house; she was as still as a virgin and as swift as a rabbit, a perfect description of her.

Franka had thought that the weapons newly created by Lungmen would have a different effect when combined with the infected soldiers of the Reunion Movement, but in front of the Kingslayer, no matter how sophisticated the weapon was, it was no different from not existing if there was no chance to use it.

"well done."

Amiya's relief didn't last long. As the team advanced, they encountered more and more Reunion Movement members. These Reunion Movement infected hadn't intended to disguise themselves from the start; they attacked directly at their location. It was clear... their target was indeed Misha!

Misha was somewhat bewildered. She followed Amiya the whole way, her eyes taking in one infected corpse after another.

She didn't understand why the infected wanted to kill each other. Since arriving in the slums, everyone she knew had supported, relied on, and helped each other. Although they weren't related by blood, they were like family.

Why... is this happening?

Misha looked up at Amiya, knowing this was a critical moment of life and death, but she couldn't help asking, "They are... the Reunion Movement, right? I don't know what the Reunion Movement does, but why... would they do this?"

As they were talking, Misha took a step and stepped over a mangled corpse.

Amiya seemed surprised that Misha would ask that question, but she had considered it before.

“We have different philosophies from the Reunion Movement.”

"idea?"

"Rhodes Island is committed to creating a society where infected and non-infected can coexist peacefully, and to resolving the various incidents caused by infected individuals. For example, if we secretly took you away, we wouldn't encounter so much danger, and we could leave here immediately."

Amiya deftly flipped over a collapsed telephone pole and reached out to Misha to help her climb over.

"But if we leave like this, the innocent infected people living here will be implicated."

"The Reunion Movement's protest methods are too extreme. They chose to slaughter all the citizens of Lungmen, which may have been satisfying in the moment, but what about afterwards? Once the fact that the Infected are killing Lungmen citizens is exposed, Lungmen's attitude towards the Infected will be one of relentless annihilation. Perhaps in the near future, Lungmen will carry out a large-scale purge of the slums, and countless people will sacrifice themselves for it. I know that all of this started because of the persecution of the Infected by the new citizens of Lungmen, but... I know even more that these people will not let this go so easily."

Amiya ran hand in hand with Misha. Compared to Misha, Amiya had undergone rigorous training and was in much better physical condition. Even while constantly talking during the run, she didn't get out of breath.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that during her conversations with Misha, she gradually gained a deeper understanding of the choices she had made.

"Why... Ah... Why would those people do this!"

Misha asked, puzzled. She didn't understand and couldn't comprehend it.

Amiya gave a bitter smile; she didn't know either, because she was also infected.

—As the victim, it is impossible and impossible for them to understand the feelings of the perpetrator.

"If we were to explain it theoretically, there would be many ways to put it. But reality is often more complex. I can hear the voices in other people's hearts, but I can't easily change a person's mind. But I know that the Reunion Movement's approach is absolutely unworkable."

In the distance, the sound of homemade Originium fragments fired by an illegally modified object rang out again. Liskarm, guarding Amiya's right side, narrowed his eyes, quickly drew his gun, and fired bullets enhanced with Liskarm Originium Arts, knocking the bombs down out of thin air. He then raised his shield to block the flying fragments and sparks.

Even while running, the struggle never ceased.

Amiya instinctively shielded Misha with her body, and after realizing the danger had passed, she patted Misha on the back and continued running forward.

"Where was I...?"

Misha cautioned, "You said that the Reunion Movement's approach won't work."

"Um……"

Amiya clenched her fist, raised it, and then suddenly released it, using magic to intercept a crossbow bolt that was flying from a rather insidious location in the distance. She clenched her fist again, and a black beam of light shattered the bolt completely.

More and more enemies approached, and even Razer, who was right next to her, gradually became too busy to pay attention to them.

"The Reunion Movement advocates that Infected people should be proud of their identity, actively acquire and use their own power, seize justice in the world by the simplest means, and solve everything with violence," Amiya sighed. "If everything could be solved with violence, that would be great. In the confrontation between violence, whoever is more powerful will have more say."

"But... violence is only part of the revolution, but it is by no means the revolution itself."

Misha listened quietly and drew her own conclusion.

Both Rhodes Island and Reunion Movement are... far too idealistic.

Chapter 282 Texas (4K)

Her long, dark blue hair swayed in the wind, and her furry ears, a trait characteristic of the Lupo tribe, twitched occasionally, revealing her impatience and anxiety.

Texas was dressed in Penguin Logistics' signature uniform, black and white, with a red stand-up collar spanning her extremely thin waist. Her long, beautiful legs, encased in black stockings, boldly stepped onto the nearly dead Reunion Movement infected.

She wasn't in a good mood. Originally, this mission had nothing to do with her, and she could have used her precious time on other things... But she just couldn't resist Exusiai's cheerful request. The other woman was like a wind-up toy, and she wouldn't stop talking until Texas came to help.

Although Texas didn't think Exusiai would get hurt on this mission, she became increasingly agitated and decided to come anyway.

A sense of unease lingered in Texas's mind, making her increasingly impatient.

Rhodes Island...so slow.

Texas took a box of chocolate bars from her purse, and a hint of relief appeared on her stunningly beautiful face. Although she used to hold cigarettes between her fingers, she had become more interested in new alternatives during the process of quitting smoking.

If nicotine can numb the nerves, then sugar is essential for relieving a tense brain.

"Tsk, finally... I just opened the package, what a waste."

Texas deftly emptied a chocolate bar from its packaging, but she keenly sensed approaching footsteps. A rather rapid, heavy, and irregular series of footsteps, along with the clanging of weapons, created a jarring symphony.

The Infected from the Reunion Movement quickly surrounded Texas, raising their weapons and breathing heavily beneath their pale masks.

Beneath Texas's feet lay the remains of defeated Reunion Movement infected.

Everyone was curled up in pain, looking like they still had a breath left.

"Hey, you masked man over there."

Texas kicked the Reunion soldier under her feet away and casually threw the chocolate bar on the ground.

"Come at me all at once, I'm in a hurry, so I won't hold back."

Texas became slightly serious, gripping the hilt of the Originium Transmitter sword with both hands, and a crimson sword aura rose from the device's output port. The blade of the Originium sword became scorching hot in the high temperature, faintly revealing a translucent, glass-like luster, yet it also resembled firelight confined within a frame.

The Reunion Movement team members were already furious when they saw their comrade being kicked aside, let alone the fact that the other party had the audacity to provoke them. This only added fuel to the fire and ignited the anger in everyone's hearts.

However, even if Texas didn't say anything, they would still choose to attack as a group.

They are infected individuals who rebel against an unjust world; they are not knights, so why should they be so concerned with manners?

"Humph."

Texas's eyes shone like electric lights. Though usually taciturn, her fighting style was surprisingly ruthless and unpredictable. Like a high-performance machine, she would never stop until the mission was complete.