Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1133: They Can Die, You Can’t Die? (Long - , Vote for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 1133: Chapter 1133: They Can Die, You Can’t Die? (Long Chapter, Vote for Monthly Pass)

In front of the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building, He Ao seemed to be oblivious to the sniper rifle in the distance. He withdrew his gaze, glanced at the security forces that had cleared a path for him, then turned back to look at Weiken and Lambert, who were sitting in the car, refusing to get out.

He slowly raised his hand to reveal the remote control he was holding.

As his head turned, the sniper on the distant building firmly pressed his eye against the scope, and his finger, resting on the trigger, slowly tensed.

"Suote, don’t think you can threaten us again!"

Seeing the remote control in He Ao’s hand, Lambert, who had been quiet until now, lowered his voice and said hoarsely, "You wish to turn us into your puppets? It’s still too early for that."

"Suote, you can try pressing the detonator,"

Weiken leaned back in the rear seat, his expression calm with a slight smile, as he looked down at He Ao, seemingly certain that He Ao would not press the detonator, "Don’t be delusional, you still have a choice to submit."

He Ao swept a glance over Weiken and Lambert, waved his hand with boredom, and then pressed the detonation button.

Beep beep beep—

Sudden, intense sounds erupted from beneath the two men’s feet.

Everyone, including Hel, did not expect He Ao to casually press the bomb’s detonation button.

Nobody reacted in time, not even having a moment to reach out and pull the two men out of the car.

In that instant, the smile on Weiken’s face also froze, but he had no more time left to change his expression. The rapidly secreting adrenaline filled his body, propelling him with unprecedented speed.

At his side, Lambert, also without hesitation, leaped out of the off-road vehicle from the other side.

Boom—

Bright flames suddenly exploded inside the SUV, igniting a surge of fireworks.

He Ao raised his hand, and at the moment the flames surged, he casually flicked at Hel, who was standing nearby, still unaware of what to do, pushing him away from the core area of the explosion.

At this moment, upon seeing the burgeoning flames, the sniper perched high on the building, with a calm expression, did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

He didn’t care about the lives of the two ’big shots’ in the car; he only knew that now was the best time to kill.

But He Ao’s gaze did not turn to the sniper. Instead, he shifted his gaze to Weiken, who was leaping in mid-air and then was struck in the back by the blast of the explosion, flying toward him.

At the same time, his left hand rose slightly, and with a flick of his fingers.

The bullet, traveling through the flames, traced a long trail of air and hit precisely against the tip of the flicked finger.

Pop—

A crisp sound echoed amidst the raging flames and then the ejected bullet paused briefly before flying backwards.

Throughout this process, He Ao never looked up at the fired bullet; he slowly retracted his hand, his gaze fixed on the explosion ahead.

Pop—

The fast-moving bullet shot backwards at an even greater speed and, before the sniper grasping the device could react, it pierced his Gauss Sniper Rifle, then through the thick energy battery, and finally through his body.

Boom—

A roaring explosion resounded at the top of the building, swallowing everything nearby with a surge of fireworks.

Thud—

Weiken’s body tumbled and fell to the ground, landing right in front of He Ao.

His original custom silk suit was now completely burned away, revealing the torn nanotechnology bulletproof vest underneath.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was wearing the nanotech bulletproof vest to prepare for a sudden outburst from the West Iron, the explosion would have been enough to tear apart his back, causing instant death.

Of course, if that bomb had been zero-delay, without the beeping alarm, he would be dead too.

He lay on the ground, feeling aches all over his body, and looked at He Ao angrily, "Suote! Have you lost your mind?! Do you want to kill us all?"

"Why not?"

He Ao squatted down, the other hand still pinching the remote, smiling, "If those eating ’Packaged Meat’ can die, why can’t you?"

Weiken trembled as he gazed at the man before him, his mouth agape as if he had a thousand words to argue with the man in front of him.

He wanted to speak of his power, passionately stating his difference from those lowly plebeians.

He wanted to raise his wristband, flaunting his wealth, signifying how many lives in this city he controlled.

He also wanted to berate the ’madman’ before him, indicating his own value, stating that without him and Lambert, the security forces would lose their clamp, and would surely rise to attack. Those ’wild dogs’ from the Federal Bureau of Investigation would be buried along with them.

But when he saw the remote again, he fell silent.

All power, status, and wealth seemed to have no use at this moment.

The other party was a madman, caring about these things, yet not quite caring.

The other party could press the detonator without hesitation, and could kill him without hesitation as well.

In the face of violence, life is so fragile.

Just a light touch, and life and death are separated.

The low questioning echoed in Weiken’s mind, ’If they can die, why can’t you?’

Sometimes, the Creator is indeed fair; everyone has only one life.

The residual waves of fire rolled over the hem of that heavy jacket, He Ao slowly stood up. He seemed neither to notice the change in Weiken’s expression nor to care about it at all.

He slowly turned and walked towards the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building.

"If you’re not dead, get up and keep walking, gentlemen, there are places prepared inside for you."

The calm voice echoed in the empty plaza.

He Ao’s figure did not linger, he walked slowly through the path cleared by the security personnel, and continued forward without looking back.

A staggering figure limped to the side of Weiken.

It was Lambert.

He was younger than Weiken, moved faster than Weiken, and wore a thicker nano bulletproof vest than Weiken did.

He looked at He Ao’s figure, his expression somber.

In a brief silence, Weiken slowly got up, and then the two followed He Ao’s pace.

No one drove them, but they followed that figure anyway.

He Ao walked silently ahead of Weiken and Lambert; he did not plant new bombs, nor did he have someone watch the two men behind him, as if he was not in the slightest worried that they would flee.

And the two men, whose clothes were torn by the explosion, followed He Ao’s pace in silence, limping.

Security personnel stood dumbfounded, watching the scene before them, their hands on their guns, yet no one dared to shoot.

The electromagnetic guns automatically locked on, following He Ao’s pace, but only moved.

They just gazed as if they were guards in a parade, watching a king return to his palace with his ’trophies’.

Aside, Hel who was pushed to the side looked a bit bewildered at the scene before him, and after a brief moment of hesitation, he also followed Weiken and Lambert.

Borek at the edge of the crowd also waved his hand, leading the executives behind him toward the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building.

All the security personnel watched on, their gaze locked on the few ordinary agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation as they escorted their captives—outnumbered three to one—into the towering building under the close watch of enemies with arms bristling, as if walking into no man’s land with ease.

On a distant street, a figure raised a camera, capturing the moment.

...

"Boss, are we really not going to stop them?"

On a nearby platform, a security personnel in a military uniform looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and hesitantly said,

"From what we know, the armaments in this building might even surpass those at Minte City’s City Defense Army Command Center. It’s armed to the teeth. If Mr. Weiken and the others actually went in, it would be difficult for us to rescue them."

At the end of his line of sight, the squad was about to fully enter the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building.

"Stop,"

The middle-aged man’s expression darkened as he watched his subordinate, who was about to give the order as soon as he heard half a sentence, "You’re going to stop them?"

"Ah?"

The subordinate was taken aback.

"What kind of pig brain do you have?!"

The middle-aged man raised his hand and smacked his subordinate’s head hard,

"That madman really dares to kill. If you rush over and he actually kills Mr. Weiken, what then? So many industries in Minte City were built up by Mr. Weiken himself. If there’s a problem with these industries, who’s going to take responsibility? Are you ready to change clothes and start stealing Packaged Meat?"

The officer shrank his head, glanced at the middle-aged man, then looked at the FBI personnel who were gradually entering the building in the distance, and fell silent.

"Right,"

At that moment, the middle-aged man seemed to remember something, and spoke in a cold tone, "What about the informer from yesterday? Didn’t he say Suote never left the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building? Is this the ’never left’ he mentioned?!"

"He’s still hanging there. He said he’s told us all he knows, and doesn’t know anything else,"

The officer said in a low voice.

"Beat him, beat him savagely until he confesses!"

The middle-aged man said coldly, "Suote is full of tricks, and this guy is most likely a spy sent to mislead us!"

—

Mayor’s Mansion

"You’re saying,"

Mr. Lockte looked up at his young secretary in front of him, slightly stunned, "Note Intelligence and West Steel’s executives, got taken out in one fell swoop by Suote at their own lair, the Note Intelligence Building?"

"Yes,"

The young secretary nodded slightly, "That Suote appeared out of nowhere, suddenly showing up at the Note Intelligence Building, and before anyone could react, he stormed into the meeting room and took hostage the executives of the two conglomerates."

"The main armed forces of the two conglomerates are surrounding the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building, and not many security guards were left around the executives. If Suote found a way to bypass the siege and launch a sudden attack on the Note Intelligence Building, this is indeed quite possible,"

Mr. Lockte put down the information in his hands, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Weiken allowed his movements to be easily tracked by Suote, it seems our ’Deputy Chief of Staff’ has gathered some subordinates who are skilled at intelligence. He’s truly someone who has made it into the heart of the Federal Bureau of Investigation."

Then he smirked and patted the information on the table, "But old man Weiken actually stumbled big time here. Unexpected, really unexpected. He’s truly getting old."

"Mr. Lockte, shall we arrange to contact that Suote and negotiate for the release of the hostages?"

The young secretary looked at Mr. Lockte’s face, bowed slightly, and tentatively said, "Our ’negotiations’ with Mr. Weiken have now come to a complete standstill."

"I’ve encountered Suote before; such people are extremely paranoid. It’s impossible to persuade him, and this matter is about his entire fortune and life. What he wants, we can’t afford,"

Lockte shook his head, his fingers tracing over the documents on the table, "Of course, we still need to go through the motions, send someone to contact the Federal Bureau of Investigation and listen to their terms."

"What about our deal with the two major consortia?"

The young secretary looked somewhat bewildered, "Mr. Weiken has already reached a preliminary understanding with us, messing with this..."

"Actually, this is a good thing for us,"

Seeing the young secretary’s confusion, Lockte shook his head with a smile, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, "You have to understand that it is the two major consortia that are making the deal with us, not Weiken."

He saw the clueless look in the young secretary’s eyes, raised his hand, made an upward gesture, and said with a smile,

"Lift your gaze a bit higher. Don’t just look at Minte City’s bricks and land. You have to see Ains, Vitland, the entire Federation. The Mercenary Corps’ movements this time are under orders from Vitland—a directive from the top echelons of the two major consortia.

"That is to say, the ones eager to push this deal through aren’t Weiken or Lambert, but the highest executive boards of the two major consortia,"

Lockte slowly stood up, smiling as he said, "Once we’re clear on who exactly is dealing with us, the rest of the issues become much simpler,

"Weiken and Lambert, as well as these ’high-ups’ in Minte City, are merely spokespeople for the two major consortia in Minte City,

"Even without these few individuals, the control of the two consortia over Minte City might be affected, but that does not mean that the two consortia are out of options,"

He walked to the side of the office bed, looking at those magnificent towering skyscrapers, "Their Mercenary Corps is still outside the city."

He turned to look back at the young secretary with a smile,

"The stronger Suote is, the bigger the stunts he pulls off, the more he proves his worth, and for us, that’s better,

"Go contact the negotiating parties for the two consortia and report our ’price’ directly to the top tier of the two consortia."

"Still with the original ’quote’?"

The young secretary asked, "Or the ’agreement’ that we’ve preliminarily reached with Mr. Weiken?"

"Go with the original quote, just make a minor adjustment,"

Lockte gazed out into the night sky, "Double all the terms."

Upon hearing these words, the young secretary was dumbstruck.

Then he stuttered, "Can the two consortia really agree to our quote? Wouldn’t they outright refuse to negotiate with us?"

"Don’t worry,"

Lockte shook his head with a smile, "Now, the initiative is in our hands. They are even more anxious than us. Negotiation is just like that—the more anxious party always pays more. They will negotiate with us."

The young secretary, looking at Lockte, quickly bowed, "Yes, I’ll arrange that right away."

With the departure of the young secretary’s retreating figure, Lockte gazed at the brightly lit skyscrapers outside and the darkness lurking behind those building gaps. In that darkness, there seemed to be a building faintly discernible,

"Now, the negotiation will be dragged out for another day or two. What sort of ’surprise’ can you pull off during these couple of days?"

That man from Ains is stirring up a storm in this city.

This is both a crisis and an opportunity.

The bigger the storm, the higher the price for this shaky little boat in his hands.

All he needs to do is wait for the biggest gust of Wind Wave, to sell this boat for a ’good price’.

He is very clear about what he is trading.