Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1161: Eve’s Gaze (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161: Eve’s Gaze (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Federal Bureau of Investigation Building

"Damn it, these FBI bastards have fortified this thing like a turtle shell,"

A middle-aged man, flanked by a security team, viciously kicked the tightly closed gate before him, then looked back at his security members and waved his hand, "Bomb, bomb, let’s just blow this damn thing open."

Several security personnel immediately took out packets of explosives from their pockets, tore open the plastic wrapping, and prepared to affix them to the gate.

"Boss, should we consider changing locations?"

At this moment, a young man standing at the end of the line looked up at his surroundings and said in a low voice, "I just feel like something is off about this place."

"What’s the problem?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, signaling the other members to continue placing bombs, stepped back half a step, and turned towards the young man, "You kid, sometimes you are just a bit too paranoid,"

He glanced around at the empty lobby and the decorations hanging on the wall, "It’s deserted in here, one can see everything in a single glance, there’s simply no place to hide."

Bang bang bang—

Just as he spoke, a burst of intense gunfire sounded from behind them, apparently from the direction of the entrance.

The City Defense Army seemed to be trying to break into the building.

"Didn’t I say Owai that fence-sitter wouldn’t dare to shell the building and piss off the FBI?"

The middle-aged man laughed heartily, looked at the young man and waved his hand, seemingly to flaunt his own wisdom, "This guy has been spinning his wheels his whole life in Minte City, the only world he’s seen is also within Minte City,

"Like sitting at the bottom of a well watching the sky, naturally afraid of everything beyond Heaven, but if handled well, the FBI? They’re not beyond reproach,"

As he spoke, the gunfire outside became increasingly urgent, and the range of gunshots seemed to be inching closer to their location.

The middle-aged man’s voice gradually sank, turning to the young man and quickly said, "If we don’t break through these gates and take control of this building, once those City Defense Army guys get here, we’re as good as dead."

He shifted his gaze towards the security team members still adjusting the explosives, and rapidly gestured, "Hurry it up, hurry!"

"Boss,"

The young man looked at the middle-aged man, tentatively speaking, "Actually, we don’t necessarily have to fight to the death with the City Defense Army, if we surrender···"

"What are you talking about?"

The middle-aged man in front turned his head, his gaze icy as he looked at the young man, "Kid?"

"I—I was just giving an example."

The young man quickly said.

"Don’t worry,"

The middle-aged man pulled several grenades out of his pocket, hanging them on his chest, his face regaining a smile,

"Don’t worry, once we break through the gates, those few FBI jerks inside won’t be able to stop us, once we occupy the building, just hold on for a few more days, and we can wait for the Mercenary Corps outside to come in.

"At that time, each of us will definitely get a hefty bonus."

He walked up to the young man, reached out and patted the youngster’s shoulder, "Kid, this is your first time being in such a fray, might look scary, but there’s nothing to be afraid of,"

He laughed heartily, "Once we get up there, and carve up those dogs of Suote, hang them on the building’s top to show those bastards outside, it’s a pity Suote fled on his plane, otherwise we’d capture him too, carve him up, haha,"

Looking around at his teammates, he raised his voice a bit and laughed loudly, "Old Wei cautioned us to be careful, like there’s danger, we’ve ventured in so deep, only met a tough shell, this building isn’t much after all."

"Boss is right."

The security team members in the group immediately agreed, "Those FBI guys are all slow as turtles, not much skill, just hiding in their shells, hahaha."

So, the rest of the team burst into laughter, filling the atmosphere with joviality.

"Yes, yes."

Standing at the back of the team, along with the middle-aged man, the young man lowered his head and also laughingly chimed in a low voice.

Just then, the security personnel in charge of setting the bombs finally finished their task, raised their hands amid the laughter, and set the bomb’s explosion countdown.

And in that instant, several dazzling beams of light streaked from behind them, striking precisely on the detonators of the bombs stuck to the gate.

The young man who was nodding in agreement watched the scene in a daze, but before he could react, a loud ’boom—’ accompanied by a bright flash of fire filled his field of view.

"Get down—"

Someone in the crowd yelled.

Only then did the young man react in a panic, grabbing the middle-aged man beside him and leaping back to fall prone.

Boom boom—

A few more severe explosions ensued, those were the bombs attached to the door being successively detonated.

A hat still smoking from the explosion fell from the sky, landing next to the young man.

A fiery pain spread from the youth’s back, pulling his somewhat dizzy consciousness back to reality.

The surroundings were littered with broken stones, evidence of the recent explosion’s force.

The young man struggled to lift his head and looked back.

Limb fragments and debris, along with tinges of the scent of charred meat, were scattered in the area behind him.

These were his fellow security team members, they were too close and had not escaped the explosion.

Further in, the very gate they had intended to blow up still stood, now only marred by irregular indentations, and a few cracks had been torn into it.

Through these cracks, one could vaguely discern that there appeared to be another gate behind this one.

Several chunks of powerful high explosives had only managed to create a few cracks, and behind this sturdy gate stood yet another.

Was the defense of this building a bit too outrageous?

Suppressing the chaos in his mind, the young man quickly withdrew his gaze and looked towards the direction of the main entrance.

Those beams that seemed to be lasers had apparently come from the direction of the entrance.

Had the City Defense Army broken through?

However, what came into the young man’s view was only an empty hall, as if nothing was there.

"What’s going on?"

The middle-aged man protected by the young man raised his head.

At the same time, a few security personnel who had been lucky enough to escape the explosion from behind also raised their heads, looking outside.

Click—

A faint sound echoed in the air, as if a lock had been released.

The next second, the previously smooth ceiling in front of them shook slightly, and five circular Hidden Automatic Turrets sprang out from the ceiling, forming an arc in front of everyone.

The thick muzzle of the machine guns was aimed down at the crowd lying prone below.

The young man immediately realized what was happening, lifted the Gauss Rifle on his back, aimed at those muzzles, and rolled to the edge, while the surrounding security personnel also quickly reacted, lifting their guns to aim at the turrets.

The next second, dazzling flames burst forth from the machine gun muzzles.

Bang, bang, bang—

The violent gush of gunfire roared like a sudden downpour, unleashing a barrage of bullets.

Some of the security personnel were unable to dodge in time and were directly shattered by the turret bullets, blood spraying everywhere.

Some security personnel managed to fire in time, hitting the turrets.

The security personnel who had been hidden around now also rushed over, joining the battle.

Blood and flames instantly filled this somewhat ’open’ corner of the hall.

From the start of the fight, the young man had rolled to the side and took cover behind a corner of the wall, avoiding the first wave of torrential impact.

Then he kept firing, trying to Counterattack.

In the crowd, seemingly Cyborg-enhanced security personnel swiftly got closer to some turrets, throwing bombs or hand grenades into them, blowing up the turrets.

But they could not escape the fate of being hit by nearby turrets.

Soon, with blood spreading rapidly, a total of five turrets had been destroyed, leaving only one.

And on the ground, the bodies of security personnel lay everywhere.

All the security personnel in this area had died here.

The wall in front of the young man had also been perforated by the dense machine gun fire, and he had lost his cover.

His right leg was hit by a stray bullet, and now blood was gushing out. The white shirt under his jacket was soaked with blood.

At this moment, the last remaining turret was turning its muzzle, aiming in the young man’s direction.

The young man gripped his Gauss Rifle tightly, adjusting his stance.

But ultimately, the muzzle did not point at the young man, but rather towards a position not far from him.

"Damn it, have I been spotted?"

A hoarse curse emerged from among the pile of corpses beside him.

The middle-aged man, drenched in blood and using a corpse as a shield in front of him, watched the swiftly turning muzzle and, without hesitation, threw the bundle of hand grenades in his hand forward.

Bang—

The bound hand grenades got stuck in the crack of the machine gun.

Boom—

Accompanied by a violent explosion, the burning flames Swallowed the machine gun.

However, the explosion did not completely destroy the machine gun, and the fragile barrel was still rotating.

"Shoot, shoot!"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man beside him and couldn’t help shouting loudly; saying that, he was already preparing to jump in the young man’s direction.

Only then did the young man react, tightening his grip on the gun.

But before he could shoot, the rotating machine gun finally stopped operating amidst a flash of electric sparks.

"Hahaha, what a piece of junk!"

The middle-aged man staggered to his feet, walking out of the pile of corpses that had shielded his body, laughing loudly.

He swayed, looking at the young man, standing amid a sea of blood and corpses, his voice hoarse,

"I told you, all the security defenses in this building are trash! Trash! Just a few turrets, and we can easily take them out!! Those idiots inside think these things can protect them!!! Hahaha—"

His laughter abruptly stopped.

A blazing laser pierced through his head.

His expression froze with that last laugh as his body fell forward, into the blood and corpses.

The young man, bewildered, raised his head to look behind the middle-aged man.

A Hidden Laser Turret had, at some point, emerged from behind the middle-aged man.

At this moment, the pristine white laser turret was adjusting its muzzle, aiming at the young man.

Meanwhile, accompanied by a series of faint clicks, numerous Hidden Turrets nearly covering the entire ceiling descended from above, aiming at each security personnel that had penetrated deep into the hall.

Seeing this scene, the young man quickly discarded his weapon, tore off his blood-soaked white shirt, and knelt on the ground, raising it high.

The laser turret aimed at the young man lowered its muzzle, as if gazing at the young man.

...

In the director’s office on the top floor of the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building, the monitor, unobserved, displayed the blood-stained body of the young man within a red frame; after a brief pause, the red frame surrounding the young man turned yellow.

Then, a multitude of dense windows switched from the monitor, dividing into countless tiny frames.

Figures framed with red appeared in these frames.

Then, followed by intense flames and gunfire.