Life Dungeon Game

Not necessarily.

Each fortified city has its own army and security department, and enjoys a high degree of autonomy. The mayor is, in a sense, equivalent to the king of the city.

The federal government has very limited ability to intervene within cities, and the FBI only deals with matters in the wilderness and cases that cross city boundaries.

When the case involves the mayor, the FBI may not necessarily get involved.

Ekateri was worried that the FBI wouldn't take the case. In fact, the mayor probably also thought the FBI wouldn't take the case, which is why they were allowed to leave so easily.

He extended his cane outside the door, slowly pulled down Egarie's hand, then stood up, turned around, and looked at Egarie in the car. "Ander, Ander Stickevich, also a federal investigator,"

He slowly closed the car door, turned around and walked into the depths of the street, "Although the night is cold, there will always be someone to light a torch."

Now he has to go and finish his own business.

Ekateri stared blankly as the old man's figure gradually disappeared into the distance. She remained silent for a moment, then glanced at the card reader in her hand, took a deep breath, and looked at the driver, "To the FBI."

He Ao turned around, glanced at the taxi that had disappeared into the distance, and slowly took out a card reader with a semi-transparent chip inserted, resting it against his wristband.

Just in case, he did not give the original away directly.

Cunning Rabbit Three Caves.

What Ega was giving to the politician was a copy.

He's currently leaning against the bracelet.

It is also a copy.

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Chapter 82 Cooperation (Please add to your favorites, read further, and vote with monthly tickets)

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The classic wooden door was slowly pushed open.

An elderly figure entered the small, exquisite reception room.

“Mr. Mayor,” another tall, elderly man followed behind the frail figure, “is there anything I can help you with?”

Then he turned around and waved gently.

A thin, middle-aged man wearing glasses who was following behind him immediately obeyed and closed the door.

The elderly figure at the front is Vent, the current mayor of Dawn City, and following behind him is Naja.

"How's it going at the lab?"

Mayor Vent sat on the sofa in the reception room and waved for Najja to sit down beside him.

"Everything is going smoothly. This beast is more powerful than the previous one."

Naja nodded and sat down on the sofa, but he suddenly stopped halfway through his movement.

He frowned slightly, then immediately turned his gaze toward the camera and strode over.

His face got closer and closer to the camera, gradually filling the entire screen.

Then the cheek recedes, and the main subject of the image becomes an increasingly larger hand.

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The video ends here.

The entire video is very short, less than a minute in total, and the characters only exchange four sentences. However, these four sentences contain a huge amount of information.

The mayor is keeping exotic animals.

He Ao took a screenshot at the beginning of the video, then removed the card reader, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and continued walking deeper into the street, leaning on his cane.

The bracelet reconnected to the internet.

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As the hazy smoke gradually rose, the wristband began to ring with the clear, water-drop-shaped telephone sound.

He Ao did not answer the call immediately, but waited for about ten seconds before pressing the answer button.

"Hello, I'm Christos."

A clear voice came from the other end of the phone.

Do you like my gift?

He Ao, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked into the depths of the street. Several figures were sneaking around in the crowd, glancing at him every now and then. They were Naja's men sent to monitor him.

You can't lay a hand on Heo on the way to the FBI, but once Heo got out of the car, he was off the route to the FBI.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Christos did not answer Heo directly, but asked in a low voice.

Just an hour earlier, his campaign office received a call from an elderly stranger. The call was brief; the caller said he wanted to give him a "small gift" and asked him to follow the mayor before hanging up.

He initially thought it was just a prank, until he saw a video that his colleague had forwarded to him, which was going viral online, showing the mayor being questioned.

So he took the initiative to call that number.

"I need the real-time location of Naja, the leader of the Crocodile Gang."

He Ao cut to the chase without any preamble.

Christos is a smart man, and you don't need to beat around the bush when talking to smart people.

The essence of cooperation is that each party gets what they need.

"Hold on."

Christos responded and hung up the phone.

He Ao put down the bracelet and walked towards a secluded alleyway with his cane.

go with.

He called Christos before Ejaculate called.

He didn't reveal the video's content directly; revealing something too explosive would only make him seem like a madman or a prankster.

So he simply said he wanted to give Christos a 'gift' in order to gradually lower the other party's expectations and make it easier for the other party to accept the event, and to seek more benefits for himself.

As He Ao gradually walked into the secluded and deserted alley, the informants who had been following him slowly revealed themselves; they were both informants and assassins.

Two in front and three in back, a total of five people.

These informants were somewhat puzzled as to why He Ao would voluntarily walk into a secluded alley, but they didn't think too much about it. Their orders were to find a secluded place to 'deal with' He Ao.

There's no need for words when killing someone.

The five men raised their guns almost simultaneously.

"Hold on."

He spoke in a hoarse voice, took the half-smoked cigarette out of his mouth, and stubbed it out with his fingers.

The five men watched He Ao's movements warily. They had received warnings that the old man was dangerous, and He Ao's calm demeanor left them wondering what he was planning to do.

To avoid any accidents, they pulled the trigger.

He Ao threw the cigarette butt on the ground. "That's enough."

Accompanying his hoarse voice were two crisp gunshots.

The two people in front stared wide-eyed and slowly fell to the ground.

At this moment, He Ao had already turned around and leaned against the wall.

The three men behind them quickly realized what was happening and immediately turned their guns around.

However, it was too late; the dark muzzles of guns were already pointed at them.

bang bang

The three corpses fell to the ground with a thud.

He glanced at the small pistol in his hand, aimed it at the wall in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

Click—

A crisp, hollow sound returned.

When He Ao got his hands on the gun, it only had ten bullets, but now he has fired ten shots.

"Looks like your gun is out of bullets?"

A burly man wearing a vest and covered in muscles suddenly appeared slowly from the entrance of the alley. He looked at He Ao with a smile and said, "Old man, your physical reaction speed is far beyond that of ordinary people, and there are no signs of mechanical modification on your body. You are also a superhuman?"

and also?

He Ao used his cane to support himself, put down his gun, and looked up at him.

"Talent Sequence 5: Angry Man".

The man shrugged and showed He Ao his impressive physique. "Before gaining this ability, I was a fighter. Old man, I heard you used to be a fighter too."

He walked towards Heo step by step with his palms facing backward. "Why don't we use the methods of martial artists to resolve this matter?"

He Ao gripped his cane tightly and pressed the bottom of the cane into the gap between the floor tiles.

When the distance closed to only four or five meters, he suddenly flipped his palm over, and a small, black pistol appeared in his hand. "My aim isn't very good, so I have to get closer. Sorry, sir."

A slight, contemptuous smile played on his lips, as if he were looking down on He Ao. He seemed to believe him, and his finger pressed the trigger, his smile widening.

However, his smile quickly froze on his face.

A sharp pain surged from his throat.

He tried to speak, but could only make 'woo-woo' sounds. Blood gushed out and filled his mouth. He tried to look down and saw only a wooden cane handle. But below the handle was not the wooden cane itself, but a cold, silver blade.

At this moment, the sword was deeply inserted into his throat at an angle, and bright red blood gushed out from the side of the wound, as the severed carotid artery was gushing out.

He Ao had already loosened his grip on the cane handle, turned sideways, took the pistol from the burly man's hand, removed the magazine, and loaded it into his own gun.