Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1388: Moli’s ’Online’ (Big - Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1388: Chapter 1388: Moli’s ’Online’ (Big Chapter Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Outside the street, He Ao sat in the driverless taxi and scanned the surrounding neighborhood.

This area was somewhat old, with basically no surveillance cameras.

As the taxi slowly started, He Ao raised his wristband, glanced at the ’OK’ gesture emoji sent by Vigina, quickly replied with the same emoji, and roughly packaged the collected clues to send to Vigina.

The time was already close to three o’clock.

Then He Ao turned his gaze to the street outside the window beside him and fell into contemplation.

After leaving the room, he also tried to find traces left by that sniper assassin.

But the assassin’s footsteps had long mixed in with the messy footsteps in the corridor, completely disappearing.

After leaving the building, He Ao also found no information left by the assassin.

Obviously, in that chaos, all the information was destroyed, and perhaps more than just ’information’ was destroyed.

After Paxiu was captured, someone mixed in the crowd and shot at him, trying to silence him. The forces behind this had placed more than a few assassins on the scene.

If those Ains people hadn’t immediately sealed off the red building, the information left in the room would probably have been destroyed too.

But He Ao now couldn’t quite discern the true intentions of those Ains people. The room where the sniper stayed showed no signs of anyone entering, meaning they hadn’t investigated there.

He Ao didn’t know if they really knew information about the other two assassins, whether these people were ’kept in the dark,’ or had ’ulterior motives.’

Theoretically, these people claimed to pledge allegiance to the President.

He Ao had Vigina confront those Ains people to attract the crowd, and also to ’meet’ the true ’leader’ among the Ains people, the man with glasses.

While Vigina was speaking with the man with glasses, He Ao, close enough, could sense the man’s ’thoughts.’

In the confrontation with Vigina, the man with glasses seemingly genuinely wanted to find the ’assassin’ and investigate the truth of the ’President assassination attempt.’

But a person’s surface thoughts may not reflect their true intentions, especially someone with abundant experience dealing with Transcendents.

For instance, the man with glasses had no information about their organization and identity in his surface thoughts.

Based on the current situation, the forces leading the assassination understood the President’s whereabouts clearly and were aware of the President’s hidden forces, even able to place their people among those welcoming the President.

This in itself raised certain questions.

Of course, perhaps the issue didn’t entirely lie with those Ains people?

The City Government also participated in part of the event’s ’planning.’

Everyone is loyal, so who let the assassin in?

Shaking his head, he dispelled the thoughts in his mind.

The current clues were not enough for him to arrive at a complete answer.

He Ao lowered his head and glanced at the wristband.

The wristband displayed information from Vigina about Lorent Street.

This street and neighborhood were the most chaotic places in Denno City, filled with various gang members.

At this time, a rapid gunfire sound akin to fireworks echoed in He Ao’s ears.

The driverless taxi slowly stopped at the intersection, and He Ao looked up at the blood-stained ’Lorent Street’ sign outside.

The driverless taxi could only deliver to the entrance of the neighborhood; inside the neighborhood was ’not within operating range.’

Unless it’s some advanced driverless taxis equipped with weapons, most taxis entering here would essentially not come out.

He Ao got out of the car and, in the rising and falling gunfire, gradually walked into the old and damaged street.

Behind him, the driverless taxi immediately spun around and quickly drove back in the direction it came from.

Vika Cafe was located in the central area of Lorent Street, and He Ao still had quite a distance to walk.

Some cheers and howls, along with the sound of speeding off-road vehicles carrying rapid gunfire, passed by He Ao’s side.

This street seemed to have not been maintained or repaired for a long time; old cracks were scattered across the street, with a surface full of potholes, covered with stones and dust.

The speeding off-road vehicles rumbled past, with squeaky noises and bouncing jolts.

And the people in the car seemed to be using some type of drug; every bounce made them cheer with some twisted madness.

And on the roadside, skinny people crouched everywhere.

They wore dirty clothes, lay on the ground, and their dry eyes stared forward as if they were motionless corpses.

Only when someone walked past them did their eyes move slightly, like holes moving on dead wood.

"Buddy, want a puff? It’s really good." A hand covered in needle marks extended from the side, handing a red-white striped, skull-painted electric spray to He Ao.

The owner of that hand was a skinny man with a gun tucked at his waist. Seeing He Ao looking over, he grinned, revealing shrinked gums and mottled teeth, vigorously selling, "No charge, it’s a gift, try it, buddy, it’s really good."

"Don’t touch that; it’s contraband. They want to control you." A weak voice sounded from the crowd at the edge of the street.

Hearing this voice, the skinny drug pusher’s face immediately turned cold, turning to look at the crowd.

And on both sides of the skinny man, in front and behind He Ao, several figures slowly approached.

The entire crowd fell silent, even the vehicles speeding past seemed to stop.

He Ao, however, calmly watched the skinny man. He seemed not to notice the movements around him nor the weak voice of warning. He slightly opened his mouth into a smile, "No charge? A gift for me?"

"Of course," the skinny man chuckled, looking at He Ao. "Try it, buddy. Don’t listen to those people talking nonsense. It’s guaranteed to be good."

He Ao looked up at the skinny man, then accepted the electric spray in the man’s slightly excited gaze and abruptly exerted force.

Snap—

With a crisp sound, the electric spray was directly crushed.

"You son of a—"

The skinny man who had been watching the electric spray immediately changed his expression, pulling out the handgun from his waist and aimed at He Ao’s forehead, pulling the trigger.

Click—

In the next moment, his hand was empty, and the old gun appeared in He Ao’s hand.

Bang—

Before he could react, the trigger meant for him was pulled, and a bullet penetrated his brow, unfolding a fresh red bloom behind his head.

Bright red blood splattered on the ground and onto the feet of passersby.

At this moment, He Ao’s movements did not stop; he turned the gun barrel forward.

Bang bang bang—

With intense sounds, the figures raising guns at him from the front suddenly fell.

Then he smoothly turned sideways, the gun barrel pointing backward, directly pulling the trigger.

Bang bang—

With two crisp gunshots, two figures closing in from behind immediately paused, and with fresh red blood flowers, fell backward.

The bullets in the pistol were completely spent, the slide locked back, and pulling the trigger produced no sound.

He Ao casually tossed the gun aside, looked up, and glanced forward.

A figure holding a submachine gun appeared directly in front of him, aiming the gun at him.

Buzz—

Just as the figure was about to pull the trigger, with a sharp slicing sound through the air, a sharp dagger pierced through his neck.

He Ao had already reached the side of the figure, lifted his hand, pulled out the blood-stained dagger, and took the submachine gun, passing by the figure.

Bam—

With a crisp sound, the corpse with the neck penetrated fell to the ground.

In the field of view of He Ao, more and more figures began to emerge.

The blood-stained dagger spun in the air, flicked off the blood, and was inserted into the man’s waist.

The submachine gun, already loaded, was slowly raised, aiming at the figures emerging upfront.

Bang bang bang—

The rapid gunfire echoed down the street, as streams of flowing blood pooled together, forming crimson ’puddles’ on the uneven road.

The speeding off-road vehicle halted, and the charging figures turned into corpses.

Amidst this seemingly noisy gunfire, the world seemed to ’quiet down’ at that moment.

As the gunfire spread deeper into the street, the originally intense gunfire seemed to dwindle.

Eventually, the gunfire stopped at the center of the street.

With the last blood-stained corpse falling outside the glass floor-to-ceiling window, everything seemed to quiet down.

The cadaver grasped an untriggered Gauss rifle, eyes wide, looking forward, seemingly at the source of the street and gunfire, or perhaps fixated on the half-damaged ’Vika Cafe’ sign standing by the street.

Bam—

A leather boot stepped through the crimson trail, past the broken sign.

He passed through the open glass door of the cafe, over the mottled crimson, and entered this somewhat old-fashioned cafe.

Standing behind the counter, casually dressed, the man appearing to be the boss had his hand on the edge of the counter, muscles tense, watching the ’unexpected guest’ entering from outside.

The visitor was dressed neatly, with a wooden-handled rifle on his back, walking at an unhurried pace. Although he seemed somewhat cold and aloof, his gaze was gentle, not ferocious.

However, the string of corpses and blood trailing behind him seemed to contradict his ’benevolence.’

Soon, the visitor reached the counter, and the boss behind it tensed his muscles to the utmost.

"One mocha, no extra sugar, thank you."

He Ao glanced at the somewhat old plastic menu in the shop and spoke softly to the boss.

"Okay, okay."

Hearing his words, the boss was visibly taken aback, then awkwardly picked up the cash register at his side, pressed the numbers, but seemed to input the wrong ones at first, hurriedly deleted them, and then seemed to input the wrong ones again.

"Take your time, no rush." He Ao looked at the somewhat flustered, sweat-soaked boss and spoke softly.

"Sure, sure." The boss nodded hastily, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his nervousness, and input the numbers.

This time, with a long exhale, he finally input them correctly, and the cash register’s payment screen lit up.

"Thank you."

He Ao gently nodded at him, raised his wristband, lightly scanned it to make the payment, and then walked directly into the deeper part of the cafe.

The cafe was somewhat empty at this time, with no one in sight, only scattered chairs placed around the cafe.

The only customer in the cafe sat by the floor-to-ceiling window in the far left corner.

A man elegantly dressed in a neat suit, with a tall build, sat there quietly drinking coffee.

He Ao walked directly over and sat across from the man.

"You’ve stirred quite a commotion," the man looked at He Ao sitting down, his complexion visibly unpleasant. He glanced at the blood outside the window and rasped, "Don’t you know you’re being hunted citywide? Aren’t you afraid of those mad dogs from Ains finding you? I fear they’re already on their way."

"It seems you know quite a bit about those ’investigators’?" He Ao looked at him, smiling.

"You don’t seem to understand what you’ve done," the man lifted his head, looking at He Ao coldly, "You assassinated the President, even if you got to trial, it’s an enormous crime, and of course, those Ains people probably won’t let you have a chance at trial."

"If that’s the case, you should also know," He Ao smiled at him, "I wasn’t the one who fired the shot."

"If you can explain that to those Ains investigators, then go ahead." The man sneered.

"Can you tell me then, what is the actual identity of these Ains people?" He Ao asked with a smile.

"You told me you wanted to leave Denno City, I thought you’d at least be calm and low-key. You’ve caused such a stir, killed so many people," the man shifted away from He Ao’s question and continued, "you madman."

He Ao smiled, gazing at the man in front of him, and did not respond.

It was obvious that the man in front of him was somewhat ’impatient.’

As things slipped out of control, under intense tension, the man’s emotions and psychological defenses were clearly faltering, revealing more thoughts on the surface.

For example, He Ao’s earlier ’inquiry,’ although the man did not directly answer his question, his thoughts had already surfaced all the ’answers.’

In reality, the man didn’t have much information, only knowing the ’Ains visitors’ were some kind of ’Hidden Violent Department’ directly under the President with very high authority, to be handled with care, and not merely their so-called ’special advisor group.’

A proper, established department can wield forces and resources far beyond a temporary ’special advisor group.’

He Ao searched through his memory carefully and found no corresponding department.

Either this department was created by the President after the last Copy World ended, or it’s a hidden force belonging solely to the President, usually disguised under other ’identities,’ known only to the innermost circle of the President’s power.

And the man in front of He Ao derived his ’information’ from his ’superior.’

"Neat, pressed silk suit? Only the Kewort Group in Denno City likes executives to buy such expensive uniforms, and they must use their internal purchase channels, they also require dress and neatness,"

He Ao glanced at the suit on the man in front of him, not continuing with the previously mentioned topic, but instead softly asked, "Are you an executive at Kewort Group? In the office this morning? Didn’t have time to change clothes? Called in the afternoon? Or sneaked out?"

"What do you mean?" The man seemed not to have anticipated that He Ao wouldn’t follow his accusations but sensibly detected his identity.

He had meetings in the morning, with free time in the afternoon.

His eyes flickered, his expression gradually cooling, "Don’t ask what shouldn’t be asked, we were supposed to meet secretly, but now you’ve made such a commotion, killed so many people, you don’t know what trouble you’ve caused us, and yourself,"

He took a slight breath, "You must come with me immediately, or wait for death."

"I didn’t kill them, they wanted to kill me,"

He Ao didn’t respond directly, instead shaking his head, speaking softly, "Don’t use your skillful workplace tactics to magnify my ’mistakes’ and suppress me, those Ains people currently focus on filtering isn’t here, or you wouldn’t have chosen this spot to meet."

With He Ao’s words, the man’s complexion subtly changed.

He Ao didn’t care about the man’s changing expression, and instead continued, "Moreover, with the chaos of this area, those recent gunshots and deaths aren’t enough to particularly draw the Ains people’s attention, let’s calm down and return to the main topic,"

He looked at the man in front of him, calmly proceeding, "Do you have the ’Honorary Noble’ Secret Medicine there?"