Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1164: Wilderness Wanderer Group (Two More for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 1164: Chapter 1164: Wilderness Wanderer Group (Two More for Monthly Pass)

Thorin looked up at Sto and saw him nod slightly, then he said, "Alright, I’ll have Sto send it to you, he’s now the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Limen City."

"Your former deputy director?"

It seemed that the person on the other end of the line had recalled something.

"Yes,"

Thorin hurriedly nodded, "When you visited last time, didn’t I tell you the current situation in Limen City is complex and I hoped to promote a local to be the director?"

"I remember now; I conveyed that suggestion upwards,"

the voice on the phone laughed, "It seems the higher-ups also agree with your suggestion."

Thorin glanced at Sto beside him and was about to nod in response with polite words.

Then he heard the other party on the line, as if remembering something, suddenly asked, "Since you’re here, I also have a matter I wish to discuss with you."

Hearing this, Thorin immediately realized what the other party meant, turned off the speakerphone, picked up the handset, and pressed it against his ear, quickly asking, "What is it?"

Sto, who was standing beside him, picked up his chair and took a few steps back.

"Do you have any reliable people at your disposal now?"

A slightly hoarse voice came from the handset, echoing in Thorin’s ears, "I’m afraid I need you to do something for me, in the wilderness, quite deep in, it will be very dangerous."

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Minte City·Northern Wilderness

The tall man, wearing a leather coat, sat beside the roaring fire. He glanced at the bright skies above, where slender tree trunks filled the space beneath the firmament, and the pure white tundra reflected the sun’s brilliant light.

Around the man, several off-road vehicles with iron plates stuck to them were parked haphazardly, and figures wrapped in fur shuffled between these vehicles.

On the outermost sides of these vehicles were some even larger off-road vehicles, connected end to end.

These larger off-road vehicles were arranged in a large circle within the forest, encircling all the vehicles and personnel at the center. They not only blocked the cold wind but also the wild beasts, creating a temporary camp on the tundra.

At the moment, the fire where the leather-coated man sat was right at the heart of the camp, and around this fire, seven or eight figures of varying attire were also gathered.

He stretched out his hands and warmed them in front of the fire.

"Leader,"

a young figure hurried over and said to the leather-coated man, "The Mercenary Corps has settled outside the gates of Minte City; they’ve locked down the gates, seems like they’re preparing for a siege?"

"Those Mercenary Corps are targeting Minte City? Aren’t those city folks from Minte in cahoots with the corporations?"

A plump figure chimed in with a voice rough as a coarse gong, "Then aren’t we running this far for nothing?"

"You’re thinking too much,"

another gaunt figure in the crowd spoke up, "If the Mercenary Corps from the two great corporations encountered us on the road, they’d definitely not mind killing us first. If we hadn’t run fast, we’d be chopped up into pieces by now."

"If it was the security forces of the corporations, we could primarily harass them, and if we couldn’t beat them, we could flee, but now the Mercenary Corps has come, what do we do?"

A short figure in the crowd couldn’t help but complain, "Once they open fire with their cannons, we’d be done for."

"With our strength, fighting the Federation’s regular army is like dreaming."

A tall skinny figure sitting in the corner continued, "They have mechas, fighter jets, missiles, drones with guided tracking—a salvo of beyond-visual-range strikes and we’d be gone without even seeing them. How do we fight against that?"

"If you ask me,"

the gaunt figure who had just spoken began to say, "these Mercenary Corps from the two great corporations have arrived, and we obviously can’t beat them; how about we just surrender?"

"Surrender?"

Someone in the crowd scoffed, "Have you seen anyone come back alive once they got into the factories of those two corporations? Didn’t you see the photos Xiya sent? The two corporations have never seen us as humans. Surrendering is a dead-end."

"If we surrender with weapons and equipment, "

another person in the crowd added, "it might be different?"

"Only if you can inflict pain on them will they take you seriously, respect you, and treat you as human,"

the one who scoffed continued, "Is a dog surrendering with a gun going to be treated as a human? Moreover, what you’re carrying is just scraps of metal, not anything valuable."

"If it really comes to that, should we just run away? The Mercenary Corps from the two great corporations are busy defending Minte City, no one’s going to bother with us,"

the tall skinny figure spoke up again, "In Dawn City, they accept Wilderness Wanderers; we could just resort to living in the city if it comes to it. To hell with this damned wilderness; I’ve had enough of it."

"We’ve lived here for so many years, we should just run away? Give up everything? Start over?"

Someone countered.

"Damn it, a bunch of cowards, if you want to be dogs for the corporations, or turtles shrinking their heads, then go ahead on your own,"

the rotund man who spoke up at the start stood up, cursing under his breath, "My son was taken by them, and now there’s no news about him. Even if I get blown up by them, I want to drag a few of them down with me."

"You’re the only one whose family got taken? Don’t we have the same issue?"

the gaunt figure spoke harshly, "But if you just rush at them like that, isn’t it the same as commiting suicide? What good would that do?"

The plump man’s mouth opened, but he seemed unable to find a retort and could only mutter curses, "It’s still better than doing nothing!"

"We are far too inferior compared to the Mercenary Corps from the two great corporations,"

the short figure at the side lamented, "unless those city dwellers are willing to help us."

"Forget it! Those city folks are too arrogant, and they’re in cahoots with the corporations. Why would they help us?"

Someone in the crowd scoffed immediately, "Do you think you’re Ronald?"

"Enough."

A man in a leather jacket sitting at the top of the fire, who had not spoken, raised his hand and began to speak in a calm voice.

His voice was calm and deep, like a thunderclap ringing in everyone’s ears.

The arguing crowd glanced at the man in the leather jacket and fell silent; the heavy-set man also sat back down.

A cold wind carrying a hint of ice blew across the flickering flames, and all was quiet.

The man in the leather jacket raised his hand, looked at the young man who had rushed over with the message, and asked hoarsely, "Is there any news from Xiya?"

"Not yet,"

The young man shook his head, "We’ve tried to set up the communicator as best we can, but we’re now too far from Minte City, and with the strength of Miss Xiya’s equipment, it’s probably quite difficult to get the signal through to us.

"Moreover, Minte City has now locked down its gates, and the high walls themselves are a strong barrier to signals. Miss Xiya is likely unable to send signals out of the city."

The man in the leather jacket nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Then he turned his gaze to the people sitting by the fire and slowly began to speak, as if he was about to say something.

However, just before he could speak, a young girl with a tablet ran quickly through the snow towards them, shouting loud as she ran, "Leader, there’s a message from Miss Xiya."

The man in the leather jacket turned his head to look at the running young girl and took the tablet from her hand.

In that moment, everyone’s gaze converged on the tablet in his hand.

He turned on the tablet, opened the message within, and began to read quickly.

A moment later, he looked up at the people sitting by the fire and said quickly,

"Xiya says something big has happened in Minte City. The Mayor Lokte, who once ruled Minte City, and the heads of the two major conglomerates, are either dead or captured. A man named ’Suote,’ the chief of staff of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and his companion, have become the actual rulers of Minte City.

"Suote doesn’t seem willing to cooperate with the two conglomerates, so their Mercenary Corps is now surrounding Minte City."

"Are things inside their city really that complicated?"

The heavy-set man said, bewildered.

"So, Leader, what does this have to do with us?"

The thin man looked at the man in the leather jacket.

"That ’Suote’ gentleman has already freed all the captured Wilderness Wanderers inside Minte City."

The man in the leather jacket replied slowly, "The message I have here was also authorized by him for Xiya to use the City Defense Army’s communication equipment to send out."

"Ah?" "Ah?" "Ah?"

"Is my son saved?"

Several bewildered voices resounded through the crowd.

Following that, a puzzled voice asked, "Why would he help us?"

"This is why Xiya sent this message,"

The man in the leather jacket observed the reactions of the crowd, put down the tablet in his hand, and spoke hoarsely, "If Minte City is breached, those freed Wilderness Wanderers would be captured back by the two conglomerates."

This time, without waiting for questions from the crowd, he added, "That ’Suote’ gentleman hopes to cooperate with us. He will help us protect the interests of the Wilderness Wanderers while we help him with his tasks."

He lifted the tablet in his hand, "The condition he proposes is that we stop harassing the Mercenary Corps of the two conglomerates and accept his command to move north."

"Why?"

The thin figure furrowed his brow, "Can he really be trusted? What if he’s setting a trap for us in the north with the two conglomerates? Even if he’s really at odds with them, if we completely follow his orders and he sends us on a suicide mission, what then?"

The people exchanged glances, as if the thin figure’s concern had struck a chord within their hearts.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings,"

The heavy-set figure couldn’t help but curse, "Afraid of this, afraid of that, better to die and be free of fear."

"You!"

The thin figure’s face turned red, and he stood up abruptly.

The heavy-set man also stood up, as if ready to face any challenge.

"It’s right to be cautious,"

The man in the leather jacket raised his hand, and the two tense figures paused briefly, turning to look at him.

The man in the leather jacket’s gaze swept over the cheeks of the crowd, "But we probably don’t have any other choice right now."

He stood up, looked at the people, and announced loudly, "Order everyone to get ready to depart, moving north."

Everyone present immediately stood up, including the heavy-set figure and the thin figure, responding loudly, "Yes, Leader!"

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Minte City·Southern District

The tightly sealed manhole cover was shoved open with a ’bang,’ and a red-haired man came out of the sewer, helping a figure with a gas mask.

Then he quickly walked into a nearby alley with this figure.

Deep in the alley, he took out a bottle of deodorant, sprayed it on himself and the figure wearing the gas mask, then he pulled off the gas mask from the figure beside him.

The figure squinted under the mask, shielding his eyes with his hand, glanced at the sky above for a while and seemed to adapt to the brightness before he hoarsely chuckled, "I didn’t expect the old man to really make it out."

"Alright, time to settle up, Old Geezer."

The red-haired man beside him lit a cigarette, glanced at the excited Elder, and said casually.