NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

"Damn it, how can anyone still use a metal boom for a straight-arm barrier gate?!"

The power of his right arm instantly increased to its maximum. The man, who was forcibly propping himself up from the ground, cursed angrily and stomped hard on the motorcycle pedal with his left foot, using the momentum to push the police motorcycle off the ground again.

Coming to her senses, Ms. Ingrid seized the opportunity to climb onto the back of the motorcycle, her fleeting girlish reverie giving way to a strong, independent demeanor. She clung tightly to the lieutenant's waist and said coldly:

“I recognize this road, we…”

"Go straight to the Pure Land of Bliss, not the Armory."

To everyone's surprise, the lieutenant, who was completely in a state of excitement, ignored Ingrid's suggestion, twisted the throttle, and sped straight toward the location of the Paradise Tower.

……

……

Tower of Bliss, Board Meeting Room.

"They didn't kill them."

A middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a gloomy face put his phone away and back in his pocket. Beneath his thin eyebrows, his eyes resembled those of a rat hiding in a ditch, both terrified of the stray cat resting by the roadside and eager to steal food.

"That lieutenant rescued the man on a police motorcycle and shook off our men on the highway."

“Then send men to intercept them on Maple Leaf Street.” Another young man, who looked to be only in his thirties, raised his hand to stroke his million-dollar watch, his posture as graceful as a swan just sprouting white feathers, and said confidently:

“Ingrid will definitely go to the armory. That’s the only place on the entire Ark where she’s in control. We can just wait for her at the terminal entrance.”

What he said made sense, and the others in the council room also felt that the chairman's grandson was right, so they all nodded in agreement.

Unexpectedly, the chairman, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, waved his hand in annoyance.

"No matter how safe the armory is, it's not as safe as staying by that lieutenant's side. Mobilize all the forces we can to return to headquarters and put headquarters' security department into emergency security mode."

Use all available protection measures and increase manpower in the power supply room and backup power supply room.

We'll just wait for them to come to us. Those who are afraid to die can leave now.

"But……"

"No buts!"

Hearing that his grandson was about to argue, the chairman of Paradise Park slammed his golden nanmu cane on the ground and glared at the young man.

Even though the old man's eyes had sagged with time, his pupils, hidden beneath his eyelids, still retained a sharp gleam, forcing everyone present to avoid looking him in the eye.

The old man spoke in a clear, resonant voice, as powerful as a stringed instrument:

"Whether that lieutenant kills a dozen or a hundred, it's still killing. If he dares to massacre this building today, the government might just release a statement tomorrow saying he faked his death!"

Think carefully about why we made such a big fuss, yet the central government didn't say a word! Do you really think they were kindly letting us through?!

They're letting that lieutenant go!

"Idiots, a whole bunch of idiots!!!"

Chapter 169 When People Lose Their Luck

Rumble, rumble, rumble——

The engine roared relentlessly on the road, mercilessly crushing and trampling the traffic laws under its wheels.

With Anick at the helm, the lieutenant naturally had extra attention to exchange information about Elysium with Ms. Ingrid in the back seat.

How many armed forces do you think are in your building?

"There are 210 people on duty normally."

Including the bodyguards brought by the board members, the number is estimated to be around 270.

However, no more than twenty security guards and field personnel on duty would be willing to risk their lives. Given our advantage, we could potentially recruit around 180 people on-site.

For safety's sake, Ingrid disregarded the distinction between men and women, pressing her chest tightly against Phoenix's broad back. Because the wind was so strong, she simply rested her chin on the man's shoulder and shouted:

"They will most likely be in the conference room on the 26th floor, because that's where the security level is the highest, and there are two retractable fully automatic gun turrets installed in the floor near the entrance."

"What's with the lifting and lowering thing?"

"A rising and lowering type—! Fully automatic—! A gun! turret!"

Upon hearing Ingrid's description, Phoenix's eyes lit up, and he shouted along:

"On which floor is the gun turret's fire control located?"

"It's inside the conference room!"

"Does the turret itself have a backup power source?!"

"no!"

laugh--! ! !

With a beautiful, perfect drift around the corner, Phoenix, following Ingrid's instructions, circled around to the street outside the Elysium parking lot.

Following the woman's directions and the AI's scanning, the man navigated the winding streets before finally finding the relatively secluded entrance to the underground parking lot, which was only accessible to people.

"This staircase has been abandoned for a long time, there shouldn't be any security guards here..."

Clang——!

Before Ingrid could finish speaking, Phoenix punched her, smashing the bulletproof glass door open. The lieutenant then stepped inside and turned to look at her.

"Do you want to come along?"

"..."

Phoenix was just asking casually, but he didn't expect it to earn him a sidelong glance from Ingrid.

“Second Lieutenant, if I don’t go with you, your actions will be classified as a terrorist attack afterward. I don’t think someone of your intelligence wouldn’t have thought of that.”

"Fine, fine, you can go with me, I'm not telling you not to." The person who had been inexplicably confronted pouted and muttered:

"Just like Yinhua, I don't know who learned from whom."

"..."

Faced with the lieutenant's complaints, the relatively smooth-talking Ingrid pretended not to hear anything and followed him into the broken glass door.

She didn't know why she had to argue like that, but she felt quite annoyed when she heard Phoenix say, "Do you want to come along?"

She wasn't some useless princess who just watched knights charge into battle and were replaced by another knight when they died.

Click!

Pulling a custom-made pistol from her waist, the CEO of Paradise City skillfully disengaged the safety. After confirming that it was properly loaded, the woman actually adopted the standard stance and gun-holding posture for indoor combat.

They looked far more professional than the high school girls at MMR High School.

However, before Ingrid could take two steps, the gigolo in front of her spread his hands and bluntly asked her for her equipment.

"Give me a gun."

Ingrid: "..."

……

……

The garage was very quiet.

Having already heard the commotion, the two security personnel first quietly reported the situation to their superiors, and then each of them lay in ambush behind a luxury car.

To avoid being exposed, they even carefully hid their feet behind the tires, and despite their dirty suits, they remained motionless close to the car.

however……

When one of the security guards saw a man and a woman walk to within a dozen meters of him through the car window, thinking the time was right, the guard leaned out and was just about to raise his gun...

boom! ! !

A gunshot rang out, and the pistol bullet shattered the security guard's riot mask. The slightly deformed bullet entered through his eye socket and easily pierced the back of his head.

The spurting blood instantly splashed onto the cracked, white mask, terrifying the security guard hiding on the other side.

what is this?

Ingrid's eyes widened slightly. All she had seen was Phoenix's right arm swing to the side at an extremely uncoordinated angle and speed, during which a burst of muzzle flash shot out, instantly killing the security guard behind the car.

What is this??

The remaining security guard nearly choked on his own saliva; he couldn't help it, as what he saw was even more horrifying and terrifying than what Ingrid had witnessed.

My colleague's head was like the mole in a whack-a-mole game; the moment he peeked out from behind cover, the enemy shot him in the head.

The speed at which they died truly lived up to a saying from shooting games—"peek out and you're dead."

Is this some kind of brute-force lock?

An absurd thought flooded the security guard's mind, and for a second, he felt he was probably going crazy with fright.

Ha...hahaha...just kidding. How do you pick a lock in real life? You can't exactly implant a chip in the central nervous system, can you?

That's what they thought, but the security personnel couldn't muster enough courage from the trigger in their hands, nor could they risk their lives to refute their absurd speculation.

He was terrified.