Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1130: Capture (Extra Long - for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1130: Chapter 1130: Capture (Extra Long Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

Note Intelligence Building · Board Meeting Room

"Alright, we have now exchanged our opinions with each other, does anyone have anything else to add?"

The Elderly sitting at the head of the conference table looked around the room with a smile and asked.

"There’s one more issue,"

A young man from West Iron raised his hand and looked at the Elderly, "How do we deal with the Federal Bureau of Investigation? All our security personnel just follow your useless leader to surround an empty building? Then who will protect our safety?"

Hearing this, everyone’s expression changed.

The middle-aged man from West Iron sitting next to the Elderly slightly closed his eyes without saying a word.

"Indeed, this is a problem,"

The Elderly’s expression remained unchanged, he knew that the other party was not really angry about this issue but was taking the opportunity to fight for West Iron’s interests.

His calm gaze swept over the people of West Iron and he continued softly, "By noon at the latest today, Lokte will open the city gates to let the Mercenary Corps in, and as long as the Mercenary Corps is in the city, the problem with the Federal Bureau of Investigation will no longer be an issue."

"What about the list that Lokte has opened?"

That young man spoke up, "Do we have to give everything that old fox asks for? Isn’t he afraid of biting off more than he can chew? Plus, dealing with ’Suote’ has always been led by Note Intelligence, now that there’s trouble, you want us to shoulder it together, that’s not quite appropriate."

"Lokte will make concessions,"

The Elderly’s face showed no change as he calmly spoke, "I believe you’ve also received orders from Vitland, this cooperative directive comes from the highest board of directors,"

"Of course, we did indeed lead this time. For this cooperation, we at Note Intelligence are also willing to make some concessions; we’re willing to take seventy percent of the items Lokte has asked for.

"As for our heavy industries’ subsidiary companies in Minte City, we are also willing to sell them to West Iron at a reasonable price."

Hearing his words, the expressions of everyone present changed.

Even the middle-aged man who had been squinting his eyes raised his head and glanced at the Elderly’s side profile.

"Sir, those heavy industrial subsidiaries took us over a decade to finally nurture and grow."

In the crowd from Note Intelligence, a man couldn’t help but speak up.

Those companies are not just a few companies, they are hard-won establishments, capable of launching an attack on West Iron. As long as these bridgeheads are in place, they qualify to wrestle with West Iron in the heavy industrial sector of Minte City.

"This is the sincerity we ought to offer,"

The Elderly just glanced at him, then turned to look at the people from West Iron, "We have only one requirement from our headquarters, which is to hope that the Mercenary Corps entering the city can stand firm in Minte City and cause no chaos."

"Of course,"

The middle-aged man next to the Elderly who hadn’t spoken up until then slowly opened his mouth and smiled, "We have also received orders from Vitland, we will definitely do what we should."

Hearing the middle-aged man speak, the Elderly finally let out a slight sigh of relief.

The two big financial groups are sitting together now only because they were ordered to unite from above.

But they have been fighting in Minte City for so many years and there are certainly grievances. To really carry out a joint mission as such would inevitably lead to uncontrollable mischief underlings from both sides.

So that’s why he called this meeting, to gather the local backbones and people with real power from both sides, to lay out their disagreements and communicate, aiming to reach a reconciliation as quickly as possible.

Even under pressure, he applied to the headquarters for more resource allocation and concessions.

Now that the problems have been laid out and the collaborative tone set, as long as the people from both sides have another argument and set aside disputes, smoothing over differences, the foundation for short-term cooperation will be well established.

The situation finally started to move onto the right track.

Just when the Elderly slightly relaxed and was about to move onto the next agenda item, a slow voice rose from the corner where Note Intelligence sat—it was a young man, seemingly attending this kind of meeting for the first time, and he asked cautiously,

"Excuse me, is there really no problem with the Federal Bureau of Investigation?"

Hearing his question, the expressions of the people present varied in an instant.

Everyone here knows that the Federal Bureau of Investigation is nothing but a ’bargaining chip’ for West Iron to start negotiations.

No one is really concerned that the Federal Bureau of Investigation could stir up any trouble, with what? With those dozen or so who previously didn’t even have a bit of fame and only mixed on the edges of the Federal Bureau of Investigation for a living? Trash, that is.

Even if the one leading them is the deputy chief of staff of the Federal Bureau of Investigation headquarters, it’s still a mess.

These people, forget about breaking through their blockade at the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building, it’s even questionable whether they can gather together, have any morale, or if they’ll run away midway.

However, since someone asked, a response is needed to settle hearts.

The Elderly sitting at the head of the table glanced at the people with varying expressions and began to speak gently,

"There was indeed a slight accident at the Federal Bureau of Investigation, causing a slight flaw in our plan, but that’s not the focus of our current operation,

"Whether it’s Suote or the group of ’agents’ he assembled temporarily, they are nothing but a stray dog in our way,

"We can squash them at any time; we just need to control the sudden madness of these stray dogs that could affect our operation."

He looked at the young man and concluded slowly, "The reason we’re gathering manpower to surround the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building is to prevent stray dogs from running around and causing annoyance, not because we’re afraid of them. At the same time, we want to keep them fixed in one place, so when it’s time to squash them, we won’t waste effort."

"People from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, we have all dealt with them before,"

A person in the crowd laughed, "Just a bunch of stray dogs, they follow whoever has food. Once we settle things here and throw them a bone, they might just come wagging their tails. To even glance at them would be to lower ourselves."

"All our people are outside the building right now, isn’t it very dangerous if they come looking for us in this building?"

The young man hesitated then continued in a low voice.

"Hahaha, very dangerous indeed, truly very dangerous."

A person in the crowd glanced at him and began to laugh.

"Are you saying that those stray dogs could break through our tight security and dare to come looking for us in the Note Intelligence Building?"

The meeting room burst into laughter, filled with a jovial atmosphere.

The young man who raised the question looked at his laughing seniors, feeling embarrassed, and forced a smile as well.

"Alright,"

At this moment, a middle-aged man sitting next to the elderly man, raised his hand, signaling everyone to quiet down, and said slowly, "Gentlemen, there’s no need to worry. We considered this possibility before, so we invited a seasoned C-level Transcendent from both Mercenary Corps to enter the city and protect our safety.

"Many of you present have already met them.

"Those two are right outside the office,"

He smiled and continued, "That Suote is just another C-level. If he dares to come for us, he’ll be walking into a trap. If any of you are still worried, we can invite those two in."

Hearing the middle-aged man’s words, the elderly man sitting next to him nodded slightly.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation Building is locked down tight, every channel has been sealed off, making it impossible for anyone to escape.

The two Cs from the Mercenary Corps are much stronger than Queke.

If Suote dared to come here, especially with injuries, he’s really seeking his own death.

"Alright,"

He raised his hand, ending the time-wasting question, "Let’s set this question aside, the situation is still under our control—"

Beep—

Before his words were completely finished, a piercing alarm sounded within the meeting room.

"What’s happening?"

The middle-aged man looked up at the elderly man beside him.

"Someone down below pulled the alarm bell."

The elderly man immediately raised his hand, took the emergency phone from beneath the desk.

At the same time, he pressed another button under the desk, a concealed small door in the corner of the office appeared and slowly opened, revealing a deep passageway inside.

But before anyone could react.

Bang bang bang—

Then, rapid gunfire came from just outside the office door.

"What’s going on? What’s going on?"

"Is someone attacking us?"

The crowd, previously calm, suddenly became frantic.

"Don’t panic,"

The middle-aged man immediately raised his hand, shouting loudly, "The elite are guarding outside, and we have C-level Transcendents, let’s leave through the safety channel first."

Boom—

As his voice echoed, a loud bang sounded at the meeting room’s main door, as if some powerful force was slamming against the solid door.

Then there was a loud shout, "Federal Bureau of Investigation, open up!"

"The Federal Bureau of Investigation?"

A figure in the crowd shrieked.

It seemed that a fierce gunfight and collision was occurring just outside.

"Even the Federal Bureau of Investigation can’t just barge into private property,"

The middle-aged man followed with a roar, "We have Transcendents outside, they can’t break in, let’s go to the safety channel now!"

Boom—

The firmly closed office door was suddenly slammed open, and a figure covered in blood, along with the torn door, flew across the meeting room.

With a violent roar, it crashed against the open small door, blocking it.

"That’s the Mercenary Corps’—"

Someone in the crowd couldn’t help but shout out loud when they saw the bloodied figure thrown out.

But at this moment, no one was listening to him anymore; everyone’s gaze was drawn to the opening of the door.

A figure in a Note Intelligence Mercenary Corps officer’s uniform appeared in everyone’s field of view.

The figure was held up by a large hand gripping his neck and raised high, step by step entering the conference room.

Immediately after, several armed figures swiftly rushed into the conference room, sealing off the small door and aiming at everyone in the room.

Bang—

The raised officer was thrown into the corner of the conference room like a rag, revealing the hard visage covered in blood.

"Mr. Suote! What do you think you are doing!"

The moment he saw that face, the always composed elderly man’s expression changed slightly, and he couldn’t help shouting loudly, "This is Note Intelligence private property, you break into private homes, I will sue you at the Federation court!"

"The Federal Bureau of Investigation is handling a case,"

He Ao calmly glanced at the elderly man and the somewhat tense figures around, took out his credentials from his chest, opened and showed them briefly, "We now suspect Note Intelligence and the West Steel executives of colluding with Chaotic Believers, come with me."

"Mr. Suote, where is your evidence and arrest warrant?"

The brown-haired middle-aged man standing next to the elderly man spoke slowly, "Do you intend to arrest people unlawfully?"

Then he glanced at the corpses outside the door, his body trembling slightly, but still tensed up and said, "Without evidence and a warrant, can you disregard the facts and the Federation, and kill at will? Does the Federal Bureau of Investigation have this right?"

"According to Federation law, the Federal Bureau of Investigation is authorized by the Department of Justice and the Federal Circuit Court to require everyone’s cooperation in the investigation of the Evil God and the Church of Evil God,"

He Ao put away his credentials, calmly looking at everyone, "My visit is to investigate the Church of Chaos, and I happen to have these two authorizations. I am not here to arrest anyone, just to request that you come back with me to the Federal Bureau of Investigation for cooperation in the investigation."

"You invite us to cooperate in the investigation, and you killed so many people?"

The middle-aged man looked at the blood behind He Ao and spoke angrily.

"According to the Federation law,"

He Ao’s tone remained calm, "in the process of handling a case, if anyone tries to attack Federal Bureau of Investigation agents or refuses to cooperate by force, we have the right to kill them,

"These individuals outside, we have already explained the situation to them, but they still choose to attack us."

His gaze swept over everyone, tugging at the blood on his cheek, revealing a slight smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, our actions are considered reasonable among Federal Bureau of Investigation agents."

Everyone’s expression changed slightly.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation indeed has the power to kill attackers, but in the past, they were the ones standing behind the Federal Bureau of Investigation agents, relying on the Federal Bureau of Investigation to ’deal with’ those ’mobsters’ attacking them in a frenzy.

This was the first time someone from the Federal Bureau of Investigation stood in front of them.

How dare he!

"Ladies and gentlemen,"

He Ao raised the Gauss Gun he had just picked up from those security personnel, looked at everyone, and continued to smile, "Shall we go?"

Click, click, click—

A series of crisp mechanical impacts sounded around, which was the sound of nearby Federal Bureau of Investigation agents checking their magazines and reloading their pistols.

This undulating sound was like a fine drumbeat, striking at the hearts of all present.

"Go to hell!"

A figure in the crowd suddenly dragged a suitcase from under an office desk.

Then, the suitcase quickly unfolded into a set of Exoskeleton Armor and enveloped him.

He raised his hand, his miniature laser cannon charging up while aiming at He Ao, and he swiftly slammed into the side’s floor-to-ceiling windows, "I’m not playing with you lot!"

Bang—

A dazzling flash of light passed.

The flickering Gauss Gun bullets hit his chest, bringing both his body and the Exoskeleton Armor with it, crashing into the ceiling, and then rolling down from the sky.

Black smoke emerged from his chest.

He Ao set down the Gauss Gun and smiled at the remaining people, "Ladies and gentlemen, both fleeing out of guilt and refusal to cooperate will be treated as Chaotic Believers, and I think you all know the Federation’s stance towards believers of the Evil God."

A brief silence spread among the crowd, and He Ao seemed not to feel the oppressive atmosphere, turning to the side revealing the broken conference room door and the blood-stained corridor, "Let’s go."

In the silence, the surrounding Federal Bureau of Investigation agents slowly raised their pistols.

Eventually, the elderly man standing among the crowd slowly lifted his feet.

And at this moment, He Ao suddenly said, "Mr. Weiken from Minte City’s Note Intelligence?"

He glanced at the flickering lights on the ceiling and said with a smile, "Perhaps we should first turn off the building’s alarm system? We don’t mind, but it would be somewhat embarrassing if you died under your own security system."

The Elderly’s complexion stiffened, he clenched his teeth, and raised his wristband to enter a certain interface.

The abruptly reverberating alarm came to an abrupt halt.

However, just as he was about to retract his wristband, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, and then smoothly snatched the wristband off.

"This is also evidence,"

He Ao glanced at the special wristband in his hand and smiled, "The Federal Bureau of Investigation will keep it for you for the time being."

"Suote, don’t push too far!"

The Elderly lowered his voice, angrily saying, "We will certainly appeal to the Federation court! People like you should be sentenced to death! Death!"

"Then go ahead."

He Ao pocketed the wristband, smiled, and then stepped forward into the crimson blood puddle.

The Elderly looked at the blood spread across the corridor and the corpses of the security personnel lying on the ground, his complexion suddenly stiffened.

"Right,"

He Ao, who was walking forward, suddenly remembered something, picked up the wristband from just now, turned his head back to look at the Elderly, "What’s the passcode for this wristband?"

"This is corporate secret."

The Elderly stiffened his neck and said in a cold voice.

He Ao laughed and put away the wristband, not asking further, and continued forward.

"These madmen who know nothing of the law and Order."

The Elderly stepped over the blood on the ground, unable to help saying.

His body trembled, almost falling over.

A brown-haired middle-aged man next to him reached out and steadied the Elderly.

In the end, the crowd was surrounded by several people from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, slowly heading downward.

In a corner, some security personnel with their heads in their hands, were shivering and huddled in the crevices.

They did not launch an attack on He Ao and the others.

The slender Hel stood at the back of the crowd, staring blankly as these well-dressed figures followed them forward.

"What’s wrong?"

The red-haired Borek came over and offered Hel a cigarette.

Hel lowered his head to look at the cigarette, hesitated for a moment, but still took it.

"I just didn’t expect,"

Hel looked around at the offices adorned with gilded silver and inlaid with various hardwoods, slightly shrugged his nose, "that we could one day enter this place."

"Who can say for sure about the things in this world,"

Borek took out a lighter, lit the cigarette in his hand, accompanied by swirling smoke, he smiled, "This time we’re just here to assist; the killings were done by that guy. We just gathered some intel, talking about putting our lives on the line, but we weren’t even given the chance to."

He took the lighter, ready to light the cigarette for Hel.

Watching the lighter approach, Hel hesitated for a moment, and finally whispered softly, "I... I don’t really know how to smoke."

Borek looked up at him, reached out, and snatched the cigarette back from his hand, "Why did you take my cigarette if you don’t smoke?"

Hel was stunned, watching Borek’s back as he slowly walked forward.

Eventually, a slight smile formed on his lips, and he hurried to catch up.

"What do you think that guy is thinking?"

Borek looked sideways at Hel following him, with the cigarette in his mouth, "He’s now completely offended two major financial groups, there’s no turning back for him."

"Mr. Suote must have his own considerations,"

Hel spoke softly, "His relationship with the two major financial groups was never good to begin with."

"From now on, we, the stray dogs, will also become thorns in the side of these magnates of the financial groups."

Borek glanced at Hel and said with a smile, "Are you afraid?"

"I always feel that Mr. Suote might change something."

Hel didn’t directly answer the question, but said hoarsely, "Even we, the stray dogs, can always do something."

"Is that so."

Borek held the cigarette, looking at the silhouette ahead shrouded in smoke, and started laughing.