Ark Chess Player

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Emperor of Penguin Logistics?" Amiya asked cautiously.

“Just call me Brother E, no, according to seniority… does that make me a level below that guy? Never mind, just call me Emperor. I don’t want that guy to take advantage of me, no matter how small the matter is, it’s a matter of principle.” Emperor muttered to himself, handing the silver briefcase in his hand directly to Amiya.

"Penguin Logistics, mission accomplished." The Emperor raised his round hand, seemingly wanting to give a thumbs up, but this was simply too difficult for someone like him who could only ever get paper or rock in rock-paper-scissors. "Remember to give a five-star review, dear."

"He really is a deliveryman!?"

Superintendent Chan and Inspector Hoshiguma exchanged bewildered glances.

It feels like Wei Yanwu opened a rice noodle roll shop.

A big shot from Longmen personally delivered a package to a small pharmaceutical company...?!

"Thank you."

Amiya took the suitcase with both hands and tilted her head curiously.

The suitcase is silver on one side and black on the other, with the Rhode Island logo on it.

"I originally planned to hand it over to someone else, but after thinking about it, that guy actually asked me to do it himself? I really don't know if he's lost his mind or has amnesia. If I don't deliver it, it would make me seem stingy. Doesn't the Great Emperor have any face to maintain? Now that I think about it, I still fell for his trick! He's really good at manipulating people's hearts. By the way, the shipping fee of 100,360 Lungmen Dollars has been settled."

"—?!"

Amiya's long rabbit ears suddenly stood up straight, clearly shocked by the price.

The Emperor turned to look at Chen Huijie and Hoshiguma, letting out a sharp laugh: "By the way, this is the delivery fee paid by the Guard Bureau."

"what?!"

Someone's actually trying to take advantage of the Guard Bureau!?

Hoshiguma quickly grabbed Chen's arm. She knew Chen's temper, but now was not the time to find out.

Amiya was finally relieved; she didn't mind spending as much of the Guard Bureau's money as she wanted.

"This is--"

Amiya unfastened the suitcase, and the moment she opened the titanium alloy aluminum shell, her azure eyes widened instantly.

"Ark Driver?!"

Chapter 324 Awesome!! (4K)

Safe houses for the Army Without Borders in the Lungmen slums.

What was once an inconspicuous little grocery store has now become the most prominent landmark in the area.

The reason is simple: the buildings surrounding the general store had long been reduced to ruins in the chaos of the battles, but this place remained standing.

Just as the Lungmen Fire Department personnel feared, once a fire breaks out in the slums, it will inevitably be difficult to contain.

Thick, acrid black smoke rose in wisps, occasionally swirling into bursts of flame, like the breath of a fire dragon, scorching the earth and revealing the original form of a mobile city. The steel structure was densely packed, and the scorching heat showed no signs of abating in the short term, but no one paid any attention to this detail.

Most of the members of the Lungmen New Generation organization were clearly talented young people who had received a normal education, but now they were frantically wielding homemade flamethrowers, aiming at anyone they saw with an accelerant mixed with Originium solution. Whether they were native residents of the slums, police officers from the Guard Bureau, or infected soldiers from the Reunion Movement, they killed them all.

The new students at Longmen have no way out.

Rather, they cut off their own escape route.

Killing an infected person will earn you 3,000 Lungmen Dollars.

For three thousand Lungmen dollars, these young people, still in university, were willing to embark on a path that violated human ethics. The most ironic thing is that even if they survive to leave the slums, the Colombian Federation, the mastermind behind it all, will sever all ties with them. To avoid being pursued by the powerful forces behind Lungmen, these people were destined from the start not to receive the money.

When these "tools" learned the truth, some refused to believe it and chose to continue hunting down the infected until they charged into the midst of the Reunion Movement and were torn to pieces. Others gave up in despair and, following the wishes of foreign powers, unleashed their illegal weapons at full force, venting their anger on the city that had never wronged them, setting it ablaze. Still others were heartbroken and despondent, like stray dogs.

Roars, screams, wails, cries, and the incessant sounds of fighting turned the slum into a living hell.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Despite her still-healing injuries, An Suo sheltered the infected children in a corner of the room, but she didn't know if it was safe here. No... she didn't know where in Lungmen was safe now.

The soundproofing in this house was really good, much better than the rooms An Suo had stayed in in other parts of the slums. After all, soundproofing materials like these wouldn't be used in places for poor people, so everyone in the slums was very well-behaved at night. They went to bed on time, without any extra energy to do anything they liked, since they had to get up early the next morning to work.

even so……

A piercing sound, a mixture of various elements, still pierced through the walls, and the faint sound of hammering could be heard. If someone hadn't tried to fire a flamethrower at the house, the homeowner, who claimed to be a conman, wouldn't have left with a grim face and hadn't returned.

These infected little devils were terrified. At first, they were so anxious that they cried, but later they got tired of crying and quieted down.

"——!!!"

An indescribable, sharp shriek occasionally pierced through the walls, the eerie sound waves seemingly distorting and blurring even the air itself—a high-pitched cry not of human origin. If before, An Suo had been confident in protecting the children from those Lungmen lunatics, now… she felt utterly powerless.

The fear that had been hidden and forgotten, the feeling that she had been abandoned by her parents, all vanished on that day. Only now did she realize how much she longed to live.

"I hope the old man is alright..."

The little girl, who was crouching in the corner, looked up, still holding a small teddy bear in her hand.

Going out to deal with the arsonist under these circumstances, even I could easily get burned to a crisp... He kept his true feelings to himself, pretending to be very relaxed, and raised his bandaged hand to tap the girl's head.

"Don't worry, don't be fooled by that uncle's look of being overindulgent, with dark circles under his eyes and weak kidneys. He's quite famous here. If those people didn't not know who he is, there would be no chance of anyone causing trouble here."

An Suo said leisurely, recalling what she had said a few days ago: this was a forbidden zone in the gray area of ​​the slums. Anyone who dared to make a sound here would vanish without a trace. But now it seemed that this general store was a sightseeing spot for the Dragon Gate Holy Land's pilgrimage. Madmen from all factions were curious about this extraordinary building and attempted to drag out the person hiding inside and burn them alive.

"Dong dong!"

A loud knocking came from the door.

An Suo shuddered, instinctively reaching for her waist where her grappling hook was hanging.

The conman uncle has his own key, so why would he knock on the door?

No, judging from the force, it's more like banging on the door!

"You guys stay here and don't wander off. I'm going to check what's going on and I'll be right back."

An Su gave instructions to the children. She didn't know how long the house could hold out, but she wasn't one to sit idly by and wait to die. Even with this tattered body, she couldn't abandon others for her own sake like her parents had. Although she knew it would seem foolish—a thief who spent years stealing from the slums, wanting to risk her life for others… utterly stupid.

"elder sister."

The little girl pursed her lips, looking somewhat reluctant, but still held out her hands: "Here, take this."

The brown teddy bear is a talisman that Misha made herself.

An Suo paused for a moment, then raised his hand and gently tapped the girl's head again.

"I have it too."

With a smile, An Suo took out a purple teddy bear from his bag, a blessing from Misha.

"Bang! Bang!!"

The banging on the door started again.

An Suo's smile froze. She tried to swallow her fear and gripped the grappling hook with trembling hands.

"Sister, sister!" The little boy leaning against the wall jumped up in fright, pointing at the wall behind him and shouting, "The sound is coming from here!"

"What—come here, hide behind me!"

An Su hurriedly shielded the infected child behind her, her eyes fixed nervously ahead as she moved towards the door. Although she didn't know where she could escape to, she absolutely refused to give up now!

However, the scene that An Suo had envisioned—a group of madmen who, under the guise of fighting for the bright future of Lungmen, committed inhuman acts while wielding pickaxes and breaking down the wall—did not occur.

Ripples appeared on the old, gray, mottled walls, the undulating patterns shattering the disguise of the mimicry device and revealing its truly menacing nature. Ancient technology unfolded before An Suo; a pitch-black door appeared out of thin air. He could hardly believe that he had been leaning against this door so nonchalantly!

The black iron gate was etched with gold-plated rings, and the uncultured An Suo vaguely felt that there was a strange character written inside the rings. Although she couldn't understand it, an invisible, overwhelming feeling resonated in her heart, as if she could hear the thunderous roar of war drums.

No, this isn't a hallucination!

An Su shook her head; she had inadvertently mistaken the pounding on the door for the sound of war drums. Perhaps it was because of the deeply engraved characters on the door, even though she couldn't understand their meaning, she could still feel the overwhelming fighting spirit sweeping over her.

"—"

The banging on the door suddenly stopped.

I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I heard a muttering to myself.

"Oh, I did bring my keys."

This whisper sounds like a fifth-grade student coming home from school, thinking they've forgotten their keys, jumping up but unable to reach the doorbell, and then, in a fit of frustration, kicking and punching the door for twenty minutes. Finally, crying, they rummage through their schoolbag, intending to do their homework on the fire escape, only to discover that they've left their keys in their pencil case.

That's incredibly stupid.

This is definitely not based on experience.

Absolutely not.

With a metallic clang, red light flowed along the ring, the dark currents dragging the ring as it rotated nine times in the opposite direction. The next moment, a crack appeared in the tightly sealed door. In an instant, An Suo felt the air grow colder, as if all the heat had been sucked away. White mist spread beneath her feet, and for a moment she didn't know if she was in a fairyland or on the shore of a sulfur pool.

The pitch-black gate opened slowly, like a flower bud blooming, with metal cylinders continuously retracting as the ring rotated.

Under the stunned gazes of the Dark Seer and the infected imps, a slender figure appeared inside the doorway and took a step towards the entrance.

"Ok?"

Army without borders, combat team A-level personnel.

Anomaly expert, Arnoren, watched the girl from Cartes and the four little boys behind her with suspicion.

"Damn it, the information Sister Baihuang gave me didn't say what to do if a witness is found..." Arno fell into deep thought, tilting his head back and forth a couple of times, muttering to himself, "How about... just kill them to cover it up? No, I'll get beaten up by Sister Chaoshan if I do that... Those two are not easy to mess with, so what should I do?"

An Su felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this. Just as she was about to strike first and tie up this guy who looked like a villain, Arno seemed to have come up with a good idea. He raised his right fist and placed it on his left palm, looking rather dim-witted.

Just pretend you've never seen me before!

"Ah, this..."

"Let's just say this: you didn't see anything."

Arno adjusted the two long swords at his waist, waved to An Su and the children behind her, and left the room with an air of composure. His walk was so natural that An Su subconsciously waved goodbye, only realizing afterward that she had been completely dumbfounded. What do you mean, "didn't see them?!"? How is it that something so absurd is strangely reassuring?!

An Suo turned his head and looked over. The pitch-black door slowly closed, the halo rotated counterclockwise, and countless metal bars extended and retracted.

The mimicry device was activated, and everything returned to normal.

As the surroundings gradually warmed up, or rather, because the polluted air was expelled, An Suo felt that breathing became much easier.

If it weren't for the strange footprints on the ground, An Suo would have thought he was dreaming, feeling a bit dizzy.

Isn't this a slum? Why would something like this exist that only exists in science fiction novels... Could this be the base of some secret organization?!

The famous detective suddenly looked up, and then it all made sense!

They specifically built these facilities in desolate, impoverished areas, secretly abducting people with no connections, no relatives, and no relatives every night to conduct experiments. No wonder none of the missing persons from the slums ever return! Ah, I see! My day has arrived!