Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1121: Ships That Pass in the Night (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 1121: Chapter 1121: Ships That Pass in the Night (Seeking Monthly Pass)

"He has entered the city?"

The man holding silver-framed glasses, who was wiping them, turned his head to look at the young military officer beside him and spoke in a low voice.

"Yes,"

The young officer nodded gently, lifted his hand, and projected the scene of the blood-drenched figure at the city gate in front of the man, whispering, "He created a time difference, we originally thought he wanted to run northwards, but unexpectedly he went straight into the city; we did not stop him."

With this, his expression darkened slightly, and he continued with some dissatisfaction, "The City Defense Army of Minte City actually let him in directly, don’t they understand why we asked them to close the gates?"

"General Owai of Minte City’s City Defense Army is like a wallflower, indecisive,"

The man, looking at the content in the video, and seeing the figure standing in front of the city gate mentioning ’networking via the bracelet’, chuckled, "He doesn’t dare to let the deputy chief of staff of the Federal Bureau of Investigation die at his city gate—he can’t bear the wrath of Ains whether that wrath is genuine or for the sake of saving face."

Then he gently lifted his hand, turning off the video in front of him, "Don’t worry,"

He bowed his head, continuing to wipe the glasses in his hands, calmly stating, "Those who want to kill him are in the city; in the wilderness, he might still have a chance to escape. Entering the city, his death is certain."

He raised the glasses, put them on his face, and looked towards the frozen tundra in front, "Send a message to the board, saying we have reached the outskirts of Minte City. According to the original plan, we will camp on the spot outside the city."

"Yes!"

The young officer immediately responded.

----

Command Center of Minte City’s City Defense Army

"Ah, Mr. Suote, I have long admired your reputation."

In the splendid hall, the man dressed in a gold-patterned military uniform saw He Ao carrying Carlo’s corpse walking in, immediately spread his arms wide, and approached, "I have long intended to visit you, but I didn’t expect to meet you in such a situation today."

He reached out to hug He Ao, apparently not minding the bloodstains and frost all over He Ao’s body.

"General Owai,"

He Ao smiled and nodded, and raised his hand, rejecting the other’s embrace. Pointing at the bloodstains on his body, he said with a smile, "I’m not in a good state right now."

"Understand, understand,"

Owai quickly nodded, then immediately turned around, gestured, and called over an officer, loudly saying, "Go call my personal doctor, have the medical room prepared. All medicines and facilities must be the best, using products from Stars Pharma."

"No need,"

He Ao waved his hand, "General Owai, I’m about to leave."

He gently lifted the corpse in his hand, indicating that he had work on hand and could not stay there for long.

"Mr. Suote, don’t be so polite,"

Owai quickly waved his hand, laughing, "My personal doctor is top-notch, trust me, he definitely can treat your injuries. We’re not in a hurry at this moment. After you recover from your injuries tomorrow morning, we will send someone to take you back to the Federal Bureau of Investigation,"

Upon saying this, he seemed to remember something, turned to the officer next to him, and asked, "By the way, is my executive sedan repaired yet, the most comfortable one?"

Hearing this question, the officer’s expression froze, and he replied in a low voice, "General, the mechanics team has been busy recently..."

"What is the mechanics team doing?"

Owai seemed to be somewhat angry, raising his tone instantaneously.

"They are maintaining the helicopter squadron at the top-level open-air airport,"

the officer replied quietly.

"Immediately, right now,"

Owai raised his voice instantly, "Tell them to come down and fix my car! By tomorrow morning, I want to see my car, in perfect condition, right before me."

The officer shuddered at his words and immediately said, "Yes."

Then he turned and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Owai suddenly remembered something and called out to the officer, "Has the helicopter crew been idle lately?"

"Yes,"

The officer nodded slightly, "They’ve been assisting the mechanical team and taking turns on duty at the airport."

"Get them all down here to fix my car!"

Owai commanded coldly.

"Yes, yes, of course!"

The officer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and backed away.

At this time, Owai had already put on a smile again, looking at He Ao, "Mr. Suote, would you consider it once more? Why not wait in my private rest area?"

He explained with a smile, "There’s a soft genuine leather sofa and exquisite wine, surely they can relieve your fatigue. You’ll only need to wait a little while; my personal physician will be here shortly."

As he said this, he leaned in and whispered, "I’ve also got a few Ankhesa Black-Hide Wildcats recently, they’re quite enticing."

Then, without waiting for He Ao’s response, he raised his hand, summoned another officer, handed him a card, and loudly ordered, "Take Mr. Suote to the elevator."

"Yes!"

The officer responded and smiled at He Ao, "Mr. Suote, please follow me."

He Ao glanced at Owai, then at the officer, and finally nodded slightly before stepping forward to follow the officer.

Soon, the officer led He Ao to a side door on one side of the hall.

Just then, Owai, who was walking toward the bar nearby, suddenly remembered something. He looked at He Ao, who was about to leave, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Suote, does Ains know about your current situation? Do you need to make a phone call—"

He Ao looked back at him, raised his left hand with the wristband on, showed the cracked black screen, and gently smiled, "Broken."

Owai was momentarily stunned, and then burst into laughter.

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Soon, the officer had led He Ao through the corridor to an elevator at the end.

He raised his hand to swipe the card on the elevator panel and pressed to activate the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator doors to open, he reached in and lit up the button for the 39th floor. However, he did not enter the elevator but turned with a smile to He Ao and said,

"Mr. Suote, the rest area is on the 39th floor. This card has the highest authority; please do not press other floor buttons as it may delay your time."

Then he withdrew his body from the elevator, pressed the button to close the doors, and smiled, "Wish you a pleasant evening."

With a soft sound, the elevator doors closed, and the elevator began to move.

He Ao glanced at the elevator buttons and reached out to press the button for the top floor.

Then he raised his hand and double-clicked the button for the 39th floor.

As the light on the 39th-floor button went out, the elevator rapidly ascended.

During this process, He Ao sensed the ’markers’ in his mind.

After the Super Memory was promoted to grade B, he had five markers, three of which were used up to modify the choices of the Abyssal Prisoner in the last Copy World and were still cooling down.

One marker was just used to modify Carlo’s ’choice’ and was also cooling down.

Right now, he only had one marker available for use.

However, with his deepening mastery of grade B Super Memory, the cooldown time was significantly reduced.

The original cooldown for the Angel modifier was three months, which has now been reduced to just over a month. Coupled with He Ao’s significant cooldown reduction after each soul replenishment upon completing a Copy World, plus the seven days he has experienced in reality.

The three cooldown markers used in the last Copy World are about to end, with a maximum of one or two days left.

The cooldown for the B-level modifier selection has also been reduced from three days to just over a day, meaning that roughly this time tomorrow, He Ao will be able to use the marker again that was expended on Carlo.

Ding——

A soft chime woke He Ao from his thoughts.

The elevator was swift; likely during the time He Ao was organizing his thoughts, it arrived at the topmost floor.

A howling cold wind accompanied the opening elevator door, brushing across He Ao’s cheeks.

An expansive unmanned helipad and row upon row of neatly lined-up helicopters came into He Ao’s view.

He Ao stepped out of the elevator and walked over to a glass-walled duty room not far from the elevator.

The instruments within the duty room were still lit up, but there was not a single person around, and the door was unlocked.

He Ao entered the duty room, took a chip card labeled with a number 7 carelessly tossed onto the desk, and then left the duty room.

According to Federation law, in emergencies, Federal Bureau of Investigation headquarter agents have the right to forcibly requisition City Government equipment, which also includes City Defense Army equipment, except for war machinery such as Dragon Cavalry Fighters.

Helicopters are not included in this ’exception’.

He Ao’s figure quickly crossed the helipad, walking straight to the helicopter marked with a large number ’7’ and a giant ’Medical’ word.

Seemingly sensing the approach of the chip key, the cabin door of the helicopter automatically opened.

With a light leap, carrying Carlo’s body, He Ao jumped aboard the helicopter, inserted the chip card into the slot, and closed the door.

Roar——

Amidst a loud whistling wind, large propellers spun into action, lifting the helicopter into the sky.

The surrounding automated defense systems’ cannons turned, but seemed to not notice the departure of the helicopter, maintaining their original state.

——

"Gone?"

Owai picked up the bottle of liquor in his hand and poured a small measure of bright red wine into the crystal glass before him.

"Gone."

The officer standing in front of him nodded, pressing a button.

A giant surveillance image was projected on the wall of the hall. In the image, the helicopter marked with a number 7 was rapidly receding into the distance.

"He’s quite the heroic character, huh."

Owai gazed at the screen, gently swirling the glass, allowing the bright red wine to spin and flow within.

"General,"

The officer looked up at Owai and said in a low voice, "I see he’s quite injured. Why not have some simple medical treatment here before leaving?"

Owai didn’t immediately answer the question but turned to glance at the officer and smiled, "I asked you to keep an eye on the two major corporations’ activities. What are they doing now?"

"They are currently setting up an ambush outside the command center,"

The officer quickly said, "But they only blocked the ground streets."

"That’s the reason he was in such haste to leave—not only do we know he entered the city,"

Owai put down the wine glass, sighed lightly, "the longer he stays here, the more prepared the two major corporations will get. If he really stayed here until tomorrow morning, the corporations might even break in and capture him."

"He knows we can’t protect him with all our might; providing a doctor is already the limit,"

"This,"

Upon hearing this sentence, the military officer blinked slightly, "But with such severe injuries, what can he do after entering the city?"

"Who knows,"

Owai picked up the glass, brought it to his lips, and watched the departing helicopter as he took a light sip, "Did you see the corpse he was carrying in his hand?"

"I saw it,"

The officer seemed to recall something and spoke softly, "It was terrifying, that must be the corpse of a very powerful Transcendent."

"That guy is named ’Carlo’,"

Owai held his glass, smiling, "Many years ago, he was already at C-level, and he killed quite a few of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s C-level elimination squads, now he’s probably reached B-level."

"B-level?!"

The military officer blinked slightly and glanced at the General in front of him but said no more.

"He is now racing against time, against the two major consortia, and against the Grim Reaper,"

Owai watched the helicopter now far away on the projection screen, "Before the dust settles, none of us knows what the outcome will be."

Then he lowered his head, looked at the swaying brilliant red wine in his glass, and sighed softly, "Amongst the storms of the world, it’s where heroes are made."

——

"Now, Mayor Christos’s supporters are standing off against the opposition, with the crowded masses filling the bustling Eighth Avenue."

"This is already the third large-scale anti-mayor protest to break out in Dawn City in the last six months, with countless smaller protests in between."

"Supporters and opponents of Christos have launched large-scale debates from online to offline. To avoid the rally turning into large-scale brawls, the Dawn City Police Department dispatched a large number of officers to maintain order."

"The focus of these repeated protests surrounds Christos’s attempt to push the ’Anti-Monopoly Act’ and a series of governance measures after he came into power."

"Opponents believe that the Anti-Monopoly Act will dampen the consortia’s enthusiasm, cause them to cut back, lay off employees, create a large number of unemployed and homeless people, and they demand that Christos step down immediately, stopping his actions harmful to Dawn City and the entire Federation."

"While Christos’s supporters believe——"

A somewhat excited and rough voice interrupted the broadcast, "These idiots whose brains have been kicked by a donkey, only know how to stick their asses up waiting for their consortium masters to f--- them over, these dumb shits, eating the cheap food the Mayor fought for them, enjoying the insurance and medical arrangements made by the Mayor, and cheering for the consortia who ride over their heads, motherf---"

Bang—Whoosh—Thump—Bang—

Amidst the violent sounds, it seemed like the host reclaimed the microphone, and an embarrassed voice followed,

"The crowd at the scene is a bit agitated,"

"According to the information obtained by our news agency, the fierce public sentiment seems to have influenced the city council’s judgment. Although the city council, where Christos and his allies hold a majority, has not passed the act even after half a year."

"Some scholars believe that irreversible cracks may have appeared within Christos’s Ruling Alliance, and he may face the most significant setback since he came to power."

Listening to the news broadcast from the radio in the self-driving helicopter, He Ao stretched out his hand to pick up the pneumatic injection gun filled with hemostatic from the medical bag next to him, and injected the medication into his body along the split wound.

After mostly cleaning the wound, he picked up the bandage beside him and wrapped it around his body.

He looked down briefly.

Some vehicles obviously carrying weapons are speeding towards the South Gate.

He lifted his head, his gaze penetrating the windshield, looking at the scene ahead.

An imposing and ancient building was gradually coming into view.

Minte City Federal Bureau of Investigation Building.