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Chapter 1123: A Night Visit to the Mayor’s Mansion (Requesting Monthly Passes for the - )

Chapter 1123: Chapter 1123: A Night Visit to the Mayor’s Mansion (Requesting Monthly Passes for the Chapter)

The moment He Ao grasped the hilt of the knife, a rich desire for slaughter surged from the handle straight into his mind.

Suppressing that desire to kill, He Ao slowly pulled the ’Slaughter Knife’ out.

And at the instant the blade was drawn, an invisible oppressive force spread out along the crimson edge.

Hel, who was standing by cautiously watching He Ao, jerked backward against the door frame, his eyes suddenly widening as if an invisible hand was choking him, pinning him to the frame, unable to breathe.

At the same time, his eyes reddened, veins bulging in the whites, as if some invisible power surged into his soul, urging him to slaughter, to plunder, to create chaos.

He Ao looked at the crimson blade in his hand, his index and middle finger extended and together, lightly brushing across the flat of the blade.

Divine Sense spread evenly from his fingertips over the crimson surface, quickly corroding and constructing the Extraordinary Power that formed the blade, inscribing a Control Array that belonged to ’K’.

Having had much experience before, He Ao was now very adept at drawing this Array.

In a very short time, he had branded a simple Control Array onto this Extraordinary Item.

Hum—

As if an invisible giant hand suddenly clenched, the scattered oppressive force abruptly dissipated the moment the fingers completely brushed over the blade.

Hel, leaning against the door frame, collapsed weakly to the ground, gasping heavily for air, and looked up with a tinge of fear at the blood-hued Slaughter Knife in He Ao’s hands.

And it wasn’t until this moment that He Ao had the time to closely inspect this ’Slaughter Knife’.

The shape of the knife was nearly identical to when He Ao first acquired it, still in the form of a cleaver with a long blade, but the ’material’ texture constructing the entire knife had undergone some change.

The original cleaver was entirely metallic, seemingly crafted from some special metal, but now the knife as a whole had a bloody, crystalline appearance, as if what constituted the blade wasn’t some special solid metal, but coagulated blood.

As He Ao gazed upon the blood-hued blade, he could vaguely perceive that the coagulated blood seemed to ’flow’ as if greedily pulsing, attempting to draw more blood from the outside world.

Whenever these ’bloodstreams’ surged, the Divine Sense etched ’Array’ would flash by, suppressing the blood, making it ’calm down’, and return to a ’solidified’ state.

This was He Ao using the Control Array to suppress the constantly overflowing power of this item.

However, his crudely etched Control Array was quite shallow and easily shattered by the item’s own power, so it could only barely suppress the artifact’s force.

To fully control this item, one would need to continuously strengthen the Control Array until it’s thoroughly inscribed into the deepest part of the item, using the item’s own power to construct a self-sufficient Control Array.

What comes next is a painstaking task.

He Ao lowered his gaze, carefully observing the patterns on the body of the knife.

Actually, under normal circumstances, ordinary B-grade items don’t need a Control Array to adequately contain their power.

But this knife is a bit of an ’exception’.

It was formed by gathering the power within Carlo’s body.

As a high-level Chaotic Believer, Carlo’s body contained not only his B-grade Talent Sequences but also a permanent ’Grace’ from the God of Chaos.

The power of these Graces was not strong, but their inherent status and corruption greatly elevated the danger level of this knife.

It bestowed the knife with the ability to easily influence people’s thoughts and behaviors.

In fact, from the moment He Ao held this knife, those indistinct and faint ravings had been ceaseless in his mind.

Whoever possessed this knife, if they cannot suppress it, would be controlled by the knife, becoming a fanatic of chaos, taking pleasure in murder.

Without suppression, those around the knife would also come under its influence, their thoughts gradually becoming twisted and bloodthirsty, either becoming ’Sacrifices’ for the knife or Chaotic Believers.

Of course, aside from the psychological impact, the knife also essentially inherited Carlo’s abilities.

Its ability is quite simple; it selects a ’target’ as its ’enemy’.

Once a target is confirmed, the knife has three effects.

First, when attacking, the knife is more likely to hit the ’enemy.’ When thrown from a distance, there is a high chance of hitting the ’enemy.’

Second, the healing speed of wounds on the chosen ’enemy’ will slow down; wounds inflicted by this knife will be very difficult to heal, akin to a continuous bleeding negative status.

Third, when the knife hits the ’enemy’ and causes damage, it will deal significantly more ’excess’ damage than normal.

He Ao had experienced the first two effects during his fight with Carlo; he had not experienced the third.

Because Carlo’s attacks were actually blocked by him, causing only rebound damage; he had not been directly hit by Carlo.

In other words, if the knife is blocked and does not directly contact the enemy, it cannot cause that kind of ’critical’ damage?

These three effects might appear simple, but when combined, they could likely produce extremely high damage in a very short period.

After all, once identified as the ’target,’ every strike is a critical hit, accompanied by forced bleeding; who could withstand that?

Looking at these abilities, if He Ao had been slightly slower just now, or if he had dragged out the fight with Carlo a bit longer, even without using the power of Grace, Carlo could have killed him.

Just one ’hit’ leading to a critical strike, and He Ao estimated he would not be far from death.

But there are no ifs in this world.

Regardless of how strong an ability is, it can still be undone by one moment of negligence on the battlefield.

He Ao looked down at the blood-colored blade in his hand.

As soon as he held the hilt, he learned the name of the knife, ’Bloody Slaughter,’ from the information transmitted through the blade.

This knife must constantly see blood and slaughter; otherwise, its blade will dull, and its abilities will gradually conceal themselves.

It will only revive after being drenched in enough fresh blood.

It sounds like a weapon for villains.

He Ao’s finger traced over the blade, reinforcing the Control Array.

The surging blood once again condensed and solidified; the entire blade gradually subdued, and the bloody, odorous blade held inside, reflecting the light and displaying the texture of jade.

With the Control Array inscribed, having taken control of the knife, He Ao can suppress to some extent the knife’s negative effects.

Even without drawing blood, he can force it to maintain a certain level of ’working state.’

"It—it—?"

At that moment, Hel, who had finally mustered up the courage, carefully approached and looked at the blade in He Ao’s hand, stammering as he spoke.

"Just a sealed item,"

He Ao lowered the blade in his hand and looked at Hel. After activating Super Memory to check that Hel’s soul state was normal and confirming that there was no contamination, he spoke calmly,

"With conclusive evidence of Queke conspiring with Chaotic Believers, I now take direct command of the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Minte City in my capacity as the deputy chief of staff."

"Yes!"

Hel immediately straightened up and replied.

"Good,"

He Ao nodded slightly, "I’ll go rest in the Mayor’s office for a while. Once the other agents arrive, just come and call for me."

Hel looked at the ’Suote’ chief of staff in front of him. He had just felt that this chief of staff didn’t seem to be as terrifying as he acted, and was quite approachable, when he was given a ’mission’.

He hurriedly said, "A lot of people from the security companies of the two major consortiums have arrived downstairs."

Queke naturally hadn’t come back on his own. He had also informed the two major consortiums of his guesses.

However, the two major consortiums did not readily accept his unfounded ’speculations’, so they only sent a few people to guard the lower floors, waiting for Queke’s feedback.

Once they came up empty at the City Defense Army command center, and there was no signal from Queke for a long time, they would inevitably realize that there was a problem with the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building, and the number of people arriving would increase over time.

Hel himself was not up to dealing with these people.

Of course, Hel hadn’t thought that far ahead, he just instinctively sensed that more and more people from the two major consortiums would come.

"Do you think they will storm the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building?"

He Ao asked in a low voice.

In principle, storming the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building without permission meant declaring war on the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

But there was still room for maneuver, as long as the two major consortiums were willing to pay a substantial price.

"I don’t know,"

Hel shook his head, then added softly, "I’m just a bit worried."

"The moment you brought them over, the building’s security system was already activated,"

He Ao looked at Hel, spoke softly with a smile, "Don’t worry, those security companies will find it very difficult to breach our security system. You just need to go to the first floor, identify if the ones coming are agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and then open the door for them."

He paused, then continued, "Just like what you used to do, working the night shift."

Hearing He Ao’s words, Hel’s tense spirit finally relaxed a bit, he nodded, tensed his body again, and said loudly, "Yes!"

Then he turned and walked towards the elevator.

After watching him go afar, He Ao headed straight for the office of the director on the side.

The office door had just been kicked open by him, the locking latch broken off by the kick, but the deadbolt, not being extended, remained intact.

The ’director’ had not expected He Ao to return to the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building so quickly. Although he had arranged sentries, he had not deadbolted the office door, still believing in the security of the building.

After locking the room door, He Ao returned to the desk, opened the hidden compartment under the drawer, and took out the storage chip.

For He Ao, finding the hidden compartment under the drawer wasn’t difficult, the challenge was how to acquire the password for the storage chip.

Of course, He Ao didn’t guess nor did he ask Eve to forcefully crack it.

He used the simplest method, by asking directly.

After he uttered the keyword ’storage chip’, Queke involuntarily ran the password through his mind.

Then the password, following the mark He Ao had placed on Queke, transmitted into He Ao’s mind.

Pulling out a reader from the desk, he inserted the storage chip and connected it to his bracelet, entering the password verification interface.

After smoothly entering the password, various file interfaces appeared in He Ao’s field of view.

He Ao briefly scanned through them; these files contained a large amount of transaction documents between Queke and the two major consortiums, as well as implementation details, many of which could be used as ’evidence’.

It seems that as the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Queke kept some cards in his hand against his ’partners’.

Letting Eve analyze and sort these files, He Ao leaned back and took a glance at the office décor.

The office wasn’t extravagantly decorated; a row of display cabinets was placed on the side, housing various guns and weapons.

This was part of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s armory, moved to Queke’s office by himself.

Not only were there firearms in this display cabinet, but there were also some alloy swords.

In the face of exotic beasts, some high-intensity cold weapons are sometimes more useful than firearms.

He Ao quickly found among these swords an alloy sword with a white fur scabbard.

This sword wasn’t bad; it should be able to barely handle a C-level.

But He Ao wasn’t here for the sword.

He put the alloy sword back into the cabinet and only took the scabbard, inserting the Slaughter Knife into the scabbard.

The alloy sword was about the same width as the Bloody Slaughter, but a bit longer, allowing He Ao to fully insert the Bloody Slaughter into the scabbard.

He secured the scabbard with its prepared buckle onto his body, slung on the knife, and walked towards the office window on the side.

Then he looked down.

The elongated streets were as small as lines twinkling with light; this was the rear of the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building, with only a few cars driving by.

No traces of the security convoys of the two major consortiums were around; they hadn’t fully reacted yet.

Across the street and at the back of the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building stood a building slightly shorter than the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building.

That was a luxury hotel.

The rooftop of the hotel building was just slightly lower than the office where He Ao was standing.

After roughly estimating the distance, He Ao climbed over the window, looked at the building opposite, and leaped out.

The whistling cold wind scraped across his cheeks.

With a light sound, he rolled over and landed on the rooftop of the hotel building.

Then he raised his head, looking in the direction of the city center.

Immediately after, his figure crossed the rooftop and leaped again, rushing toward the top of another building on the opposite side.

——

Classical railings encircle lush gardens, and a classical white building looms faintly in the depths of the garden.

Two burly men stood quietly by a small gate at the edge of the railing, gazing silently at the darkness outside the gate.

The man on the left was about to yawn but suddenly became aware of something, straightened up, reached for his waist, and looked into the Depths of Darkness.

"Who goes there?"

The man on the right also became alert at the same time, his hand under his clothes, ready to strike.

Thump—Thump—Thump—

The clear sound of footsteps grew closer from afar, a man wearing a black jacket, his back carrying a white sheathed broadsword emerged from the darkness.

He looked at the two ’security’ guards in front of him, glanced at the camera slowly turning behind them, and said calmly,

"Suote from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, here to pay a visit to the Mayor."