Life Game In Other World
Chapter 340: Wanted (Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 340: Chapter 340: Wanted (Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

The hardness and sharpness of the Ancient Sword itself were incapable of piercing the alloy armor of the Mechanized Body, but He Ao, using the structural diagrams of the Mechanized Body from Vian’s memories, found a seam and cunningly inserted the Ancient Sword there.

However, this greatly bent the body of the Ancient Sword.

In fact, that the sword was now broken rather than having snapped at the moment of insertion had somewhat exceeded He Ao’s expectations.

Only a small portion of the sword body remained, making it usable as a short sword; He Ao picked up the broken blade.

Although this sword was full of signs of age, it was still much better in quality than ordinary swords and must have been formidable on the battlefield once upon a time.

It could be used to kill lower-level Transcendent beings.

He Ao emerged from the alley, temporarily throwing off his pursuers. He wasn’t far from Nell’s home now, and, of course, not far from the Federal Bureau of Investigation either.

Unquestionably, he couldn’t go to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and he couldn’t go back to his own home either, which surely was already being watched.

But at this moment, his wound needed to be dressed simply.

He Ao suddenly darted into another alleyway beside him, rushing in a certain direction.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived in front of an old residential building.

The building was exceptionally decrepit, and whenever the elevator operated, it would emit creaking vibrations.

It was as if at the next second, the steel cables would snap, with the elevator losing traction and plummeting from midair.

13th floor, 1305.

When He Ao reached his destination, what met his eyes was a silver anti-theft door already covered with rust.

The dim corridor light cast a faint glow, and relying on Nell’s vision, He Ao could hardly see the doors of the neighboring apartments.

Knock, knock, knock—

He gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

A voice came from inside, inquiring.

Suddenly, the lock turned, and the anti-theft door was pulled open, revealing a familiar face to He Ao.

Yoen, Nell’s good friend.

And his only friend now.

Yoen took one look at the blood-soaked He Ao, his eyes falling on the two short swords he was holding.

He hesitated slightly, then smirked and cursed, "Is it Halloween or something? You’re dressed up pretty scary."

After a moment of hesitation, he opened the door wider, stepped aside, and let He Ao into the house.

"Thank you,"

He Ao, leaning against the wall, staggered into the apartment.

After He Ao had entered, Yoen glanced around to ensure the hallway was empty, then shut and double-locked the anti-theft door.

"Nell, did you run into gang members or something?" he asked with a puzzled look at He Ao, at his wounds, "Is this real or fake?"

"It’s real," He Ao said softly, "Has your grandma gone to bed?"

Yoen lived with his grandmother, and she was his only family member.

The two of them survived on the leftovers Yoen brought back from the restaurant and his grandmother’s meager pension.

"Just went to bed," Yoen nodded, "but the sound insulation in that room is pretty good, you don’t need to worry."

Yoen’s walk was slightly uncoordinated; he had been brutally beaten the last time he pilfered from a high-end restaurant and had been left with some sequelae because he couldn’t afford treatment.

The air inside the house was filled with a faint medicinal scent, that of the cheapest kind of external medicine.

"Do you have tweezers or a small knife?"

He Ao didn’t sit on the sofa, but instead found a corner to lean against, with a charcoal brazier and some remaining embers beside him.

Not far from Rock City was a large coal mine, and most cities in the Federation had already stopped using coal, so this mine only supplied Rock City.

The price of coal wasn’t high, at least not in comparison to the cost of electricity.

A charcoal furnace can bring hours of continuous warmth, generally consuming coal costing around 4 federal coins.

However, running an electric heater for two or three hours could cost as much as 8 federal coins.

Even though the electric heater is more effective, warming the entire room, Yoen’s weekly salary is only eighty-two federal coins.

The money he earns in over ten hours a day could be burned through in three or four hours.

Despite this, the cost of electricity and coal is still rising.

"Yes, just wait a moment."

Yoen rummaged through a cabinet in the living room and took out a silver steel knife, a pair of tweezers, and a roll of somewhat old and yellowed bandages,

"Do you need to wrap that up? I bought these bandages as discarded, expired products; they might not be very effective."

"Thank you."

He Ao nodded lightly, taking the items.

Yoen sat on the sofa, blankly watching He Ao.

He Ao heated the steel knife and tweezers over the fire, then took off his coat and shirt, slowly cutting into the already blurred flesh on his right shoulder with his left hand.

The hot knife touched the skin, hissing intensely, even emitting faint traces of smoke.

He Ao, his face turning pale, followed the muscle fibers, slicing through the tangled flesh and scabs, then gripped the bullet lodged inside with the tweezers and violently pulled it out, tossing it aside.

Then he continued to heat the knife and tweezers in the fire before opening up his left chest.

Blood gushed out along the torn vessels and was then sealed by the scalding blade.

Seeing this, Yoen unconsciously gripped the sofa tighter.

He felt goosebumps rising all over his skin, tensing his skin and muscles. Even just watching, he felt an unbearable pain. However, He Ao merely continued with a slightly pale face.

Thump—

The second bullet was also extracted, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

Actually, such an action is very dangerous. He Ao, because of his Martial Arts training, was exceptionally familiar with his body’s muscles and veins. If it were someone unfamiliar, to recklessly cut open a wound like that, it could easily lead to their own death.

He Ao leaned against the wall, let out a sigh of relief; his blood had been briefly stemmed by the heat, but the wound was still turned inside out.

He looked at Yoen, "Do you have thread and a needle?"

"Yes."

Yoen was startled. He glanced at the blood on the floor, coming back from that tense state, feeling somewhat scared and helpless just by seeing the wounds on He Ao.

He slowly stood up, searched through the nearby cabinet, found a spool of thread and needle, and handed it to He Ao. He glanced at the blood-stained bullets on the floor, "I never knew... you were this capable..."

"Everyone has their secrets," He Ao said in a hoarse whisper, "I’ve bothered you enough. I’ll be on my way once I’m done."

"I don’t mean to kick you out," Yoen said, somewhat panicked, hurriedly adding, "I just think... you’re kind of cool."

"Sometimes being cool isn’t necessarily a good thing," He Ao smiled. He put the needle in the flame to sterilize, then slowly bent it, "I do need to leave indeed; I can’t stay here long."

"Alright then," Yoen looked at He Ao and smiled, "I suddenly feel like I’m in a TV show, where an apparently ordinary friend suddenly reveals a hidden identity, and then life becomes exciting."

Then he spoke softly, "I think I still have some leftover medicine from a previous injury. I’ll go find it for you."

Having said that, he walked into the bedroom.

There was a faint smell of medicine in the bedroom; the wrist device was charging by the bed.

As he searched the bedroom, the wrist device on the bedside suddenly vibrated, and a news message popped up.

"What’s this?"

The device had fully charged; he picked it up nonchalantly, putting it on his wrist.

"Just now, a major violent assault occurred in the northern district, where an official from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and three civilians were killed in this incident."

A proper and neatly dressed host appeared on the device’s projection, "At present, the suspected perpetrator has been identified... The suspect is extremely violent. Please, citizens, take extra caution when going out... If you can provide valid information on the suspect, you will receive a reward ranging from a minimum of fifty thousand to a maximum of two hundred thousand federal coins..."

Yoen stared blankly at the projection showing a familiar figure in a coat identified as the suspect.

Two hundred thousand federal coins, his weekly salary of eighty-two, which summed to four thousand a year, would take nearly fifty years to earn if he worked as an Apprentice.