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As Lin Lu grabbed the dead black-clad guard and threw him to the ground, she analyzed the toxins on the corpse and prepared an antidote using the herbs she carried with her.

When Wei Yanwu suggested leaving to Kal'tsit and Amiya, she also wanted to take the opportunity to leave, after all, this place was unbearably hot. But considering that Lin Lu was still fighting monsters on the top floor, she thought about it and decided to stay.

This wasn't to complete the task assigned by Kal'tsit, but because Lin Lu would always be number one in her heart.

When the second earthquake struck, the building collapsed, and she was unable to escape.

No matter how agile she was, she had nowhere to hide when countless rubble collapsed.

Just as the regicide was about to be scalded to death on the hot plate, she heard a commotion coming from upstairs, as well as Lin Lu's familiar voice.

The thought that Lin Lu might be in danger gave the King Killer an unexpected surge of strength. She flung aside the pile of rubble that was pressing down on her and hurriedly searched for a way upstairs. She finally made it to the top of the stairs, and the first thing she saw when she looked up was Lin Lu being bound with ropes and leaping out of the window from the high-rise building.

They looked exactly like a couple who had committed suicide together, so much so that the emoticons on the regicide's mask became garbled.

With her superior battlefield mobility, the Kingslayer followed closely behind, sprinting almost vertically along the outer wall of the Lungmen Administrative Building. The filtering faceplate, highly recommended by Kroos, proved to be of reliable quality, not only filtering harmful gases at the fire scene but also helping her distinguish the scent of fluorescent paint. The Kingslayer discovered the grappling hook connecting the Administrative Building to the rooftops of other buildings; she gracefully stepped onto the rope and glided smoothly to the other side of the rooftop.

When the grappling hook was retrieved to destroy the evidence, the King Killer and Lin Lu pulled off a switcheroo, a clever trick.

"Was everything part of your plan?" the black-haired middle-aged man who claimed to be a conman asked in a deep voice. His fingers trembled uncontrollably, and even his voice became slightly off-key. He took a deep breath and tentatively asked, "—BOSS?"

The swindler slowly turned his head, and a man completely shrouded in a black hooded coat stood quietly in the shadows.

An Suo looked around in surprise, completely unaware that the other party had already sneaked up behind the swindler!

"Ugh..." The girl felt a wave of fear wash over her, her back instantly soaked with sweat. She hadn't expected so many unexpected events to unfold. Whether it was Lin Lu or the King Killer, they had countless opportunities to deal with her; keeping her alive was merely to uncover the mastermind behind it all.

"you know me?"

Lin Lu quietly observed the bearded man in front of him, judging his combat ability from the man's height, build, and posture.

Regardless, the fact that they were able to react to his whereabouts instantly shows that the other party has considerable strength in counter-surveillance.

The conman shook his head helplessly. He slowly tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and calmed his excited emotions. Thanks to Arno's intelligence report, he already knew about the BOSS's return, but the feeling of receiving the news and actually reuniting were completely different.

"Let's go inside and talk, Boss."

The swindler respectfully raised his hand towards the house and said humbly, "We have been waiting for you for far too long."

"..."

Lin Lu looked at him suspiciously, but could vaguely guess who these people were.

After all, the only people who would call him "BOSS" instead of "Doctor" are...

Lin Lu turned to look at the King Killer, their eyes met, and the King Killer nodded slightly and followed.

"Ah you are……"

The regicide glanced at Misha, instinctively stopped, and squatted down to look at her intently.

Misha was somewhat panicked, probably because the killer's eyes were intensely aggressive, as if he wanted to see right through her.

"You shouldn't be..."

The regicide hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, slowly stood up, and followed Lin Lu.

"Never mind, it's probably just my imagination."

She murmured to herself, ultimately keeping her thoughts to herself.

"Wait a minute, don't go! Honestly! What kind of nonsense is this?! The balance hasn't been paid yet!"

An Suo stamped her feet in frustration, feeling like she'd been used and then dumped. She was the one doing all the hard work, yet nobody paid her any attention! It was as if she were just a tool… Even a guide shouldn't be abandoned like this!

Even if An Suo wanted to follow, she didn't dare to go directly into the door, since she wasn't authorized.

In the slums, burglaries and thefts are commonplace. But no one, not even those who entered the house, managed to steal a single item.

Legend has it that all the thieves and robbers who entered this house eventually vanished without a trace...

Misha could move freely in the room only because she had gained their approval. Her relationship with these people was primarily one of employment; as long as they were paid, she would do any task, even if it meant getting her hands dirty. Having spent years struggling in the slums, she had seen countless people and situations far worse off than her own. She knew stealing was wrong, of course, but what else could she do?

"The money hasn't been paid yet."

Muttering to himself, An Suo turned to look at Misha and noticed that she seemed a little hesitant.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." An Su bent down to comfort the girl. "With them here, no one can bully you. Even if they abandon you in the future, I'm still here, unless I get caught by the cops again... By the way, you should find a way to go to jail with me then! Let me tell you, prison is super fun. Everyone there is talented and speaks very nicely. I love being in there. You get three meals a day and a bed to sleep in. If it weren't for the ideological education I have to receive every time I go in, and the nagging of Sister Gui, I would like to go in every few days to play."

Anso sat down next to Misha and told her about his past life.

As a skilled thief in the slums, Ansuo had been arrested many times by the Lungmen Guard. But her crimes weren't serious enough to warrant five or six years in prison; she was usually released after a period of re-education. Over time, she even became familiar with the prison guards.

An Suo knew that his thieving skills seemed to be quite impressive in the eyes of these law enforcement officers.

Sometimes she would naively fantasize that one day she might be recruited by the Lungmen Guard Bureau as an auxiliary police officer. If she could become an auxiliary police officer, that would be great. Even if she was infected, as long as she had official documents provided by the Lungmen Guard Bureau, she could live in the city instead of the slums.

Yes, in Lungmen, infected individuals cannot even check into the city on their own. Having money is useless; Lungmen's official hotels and luxury hotels are equipped with Oripathy testing facilities. Once confirmed as infected, they cannot check in unless they have documentation guaranteed by the Lungmen Guard Bureau.

For ordinary people, infected individuals are like walking plagues, yet the world cannot do without them—that's the paradox.

"Sister Ansuo, Lungmen treats infected people even more harshly than criminals, so how come you can still..."

Misha asked curiously. Since the Chernobog incident, she had followed the flow of people to this unfamiliar city. In a slum like this, information travels faster than one might imagine. Basically, everyone's daily entertainment consists of boasting and talking nonsense about things that have nothing to do with them. But nine times out of ten, this information is deliberately spread by someone, and whether it is true or not requires one to see with their own eyes, hear with their own ears, and analyze with their own brain.

"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible."

An Suo picked up the purple teddy bear and shook the bear's arm at Misha, waving it gently.

“Even some of the big shots in the Guard Bureau climbed up step by step from the bottom.” Anso couldn’t help but think of the two people and couldn’t help but smile. “There are always some people who will treat infected people like us equally.”

"Is that so?"

Misha clutched the half-finished amulet in her hand, while the little bear felt an emptiness in its chest.

"That's really hard to imagine..."

She spoke softly, a shadow falling over her emerald eyes.

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Lin Lu cautiously followed behind the black-haired man, the king-killer standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

Given Lin Lu's current weakened state—so weak he could faint if he closed his eyes—if a fight were to break out, he would probably only be able to cheer on the Kingslayer from behind. But if he did that, the Kingslayer would probably be quite pleased, wouldn't she? After all, she'd always wanted Lin Lu to rely on her more.

The interior of the house looked unremarkable, just like any other ordinary house, with ordinary furniture. The only thing that felt out of place was that, despite being a slum, the house was so clean that it was almost unsettling, as if it were inhabited by someone with extreme obsessive-compulsive disorder and a severe case of germaphobia.

Lin Lu gently stepped the soles of his shoes on the floor to test if there was a basement. He wasn't the kind of useless person who was worthless without a spiritual realm; he relied more on his experience and intuition.

From the moment Lin Lu awoke in Chernobog, he positioned the Spirit Realm as a support skill, not an essential skill for survival. People who rely too much on tools often become rusty in their own abilities.

The swindler caught a glimpse of Lin Lu's tentative gesture out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but smile.

A BOSS is a BOSS; even if he loses his memory, he still remembers his past experiences.

"plz follow me."

The swindler turned and entered a room that looked like it was filled with clutter, but even though it was just a clutter room, the things were still arranged in an orderly manner.

Lin Lu followed him into the room. He subconsciously looked towards the upper right corner of the room. Even though there was nothing there at first glance, he was certain that there was a camera in that location.

The Kingslayer sniffed; she smelled the Originium.

If it weren't for the mask filtering out the scent used for concealment, she probably wouldn't have been able to tell.

The black-haired man in the cloak placed his right hand on the wall and spoke in a clear and distinct language that did not belong to the Terra language family, but was very similar to the language of Yan.

"Open sesame."

Unexpectedly, Lin Lu could understand what he was saying.

The next moment, the camouflage coating on the wall slowly changed, the mimicry device temporarily shut down, and a black mechanical door was revealed. Etched on the door was a ring, its interior filled with growth rings, and at the center of each ring was an ancient character, inscribed like calligraphy. Each stroke was like a clash of swords, bursting forth with dazzling sparks, conveying a powerful fighting spirit.

The regicide couldn't understand it, but Lin Lu knew the meaning of the word.

"Will."

This is written in the language of Lin Lü's hometown.

Even though he lost his memory, the Chinese characters were still deeply imprinted in his soul.

The swindler carefully memorized Lin Lu's expression. His hands, which had never trembled before enemies or beasts, were now shaking with excitement. He was like a soldier welcoming back his general, or a knight returning to serve his lord. Or like a lost wanderer finding shelter after a long journey, as if he could hear the clanging of keys turning on locks from the gates of a castle that had been deserted for years.

The sound of metal echoed in the room as countless armored plates descended from the walls, including the entrance from before.

The swindler placed his hand on the information lock of the mechanical door, and the ring on the door suddenly lit up, a dark red current surging within. A thin halo scanned him from top to bottom, unlocking his fingerprint, pupil information, body posture, and mental state—only after all the information was entered and registered did the dangerous red light turn into a warm orange.

The entire mechanical door, along with its defensive mechanisms, was embedded in the wall in a precise, three-dimensional structure. The ring etched on the door rotated heavily nine times to the left. A crack appeared in the center of the dark mechanical door, and white steam carrying high temperatures rushed in.

The mechanical door slowly opened, and dense metal pillars continuously contracted and retracted along with it, wedging themselves deeply into the metal slots. Three layers of doors converged and contracted, like some monster slowly opening its massive jaws, its sharp, iron-like teeth gleaming coldly.

The complex, layered structure ensures that even if the mimicry device is detected, the mechanical door can withstand physical explosions and magical attacks.

The conman made a flamboyant turn, producing a black bowler hat from who-knows-where and putting it on with an air of superiority. He stretched out his body dramatically, like an actor, raising his left hand high before placing it on his chest, his right arm outstretched, his palm gently waving, and bowed deeply to Lin Lu.

"Welcome, everyone, to the paradise on earth."

Chapter 208 The Swindler

Lin Lu was in the darkness.

The regicide reached out and shook hands with him. Perhaps because of his physical weakness, Lin Lu's hand was cold, lacking its usual warmth.

The two followed the conman through the door, heading towards the so-called paradise. The interior was narrow, with only one elevator platform. As soon as the three entered, the elevator plummeted downwards. The descent was rapid, but their breathing remained calm, without the slightest sign of panic.

Lin Lu was drowsy, resting his head on the King Killer's shoulder, breathing in and out occasionally, his long eyelashes obscuring his eyes. The King Killer held his hand, and even in complete darkness, she could clearly see Lin Lu's tired face.

The moment the descent of the elevator platform slowed slightly, Lin Lu opened his eyes, his dark pupils gleaming with a hint of cobalt blue.

Lin Lu relaxed completely for a minute, which gave him a precious moment of mental strength.

Although they have not yet regained their combat capabilities, at least they are not so weak that they cannot even stand up.

The sliding rails increased resistance, and a muffled thud came from the lifting platform. A bright light flooded the view. The sound of machinery in operation was clearly audible, along with a massive, monstrous heartbeat—probably the Originium engine of this mobile city.

Based on mental calculations, Lin Lu boldly deduced that this place was about sixty meters underground in Longmen, almost the center of this mobile city.

Leaving the elevator platform, the steel pipes Lin Lu had imagined were not there; instead, a flat and wide expanse stretched out before him, bathed in warm light.

"This is the heart of Lungmen, and also the Lungmen branch of our Borderless Army. Boss, under your orders, we infiltrated major mobile cities in various countries four years ago, realizing the Shangri-La Project."

The conman walked ahead, his back straight, his tone full of pride.

"We have mastered the main underground passages of various cities, enabling us to quickly reach designated areas and conceal them using mimicry and guidance devices. To this day, Lungmen has failed to obtain our information. As you instructed, we live in seclusion in the city and in the countryside. Amidst the clamor and changes of the world, we have always remained true to ourselves and remained calm."

"..."

Lin Lu nodded expressionlessly, but in reality, a wave of emotions was surging within him.

Who the hell was I before? Things are getting more and more outrageous! What is this "Shangri-La Project"? I'm still wandering Terra! Being able to build these independent spaces in major cities of various countries without being discovered... It sounds easy, but it's a pipe dream, no different from stealing a city. If discovered, it would probably lead to a global siege.

What exactly is the Army Without Borders doing? Have they mastered Terra's core technology and are preparing to achieve universal harmony?!

"Okay, very energetic."

Lin Lu was filled with questions, but his face remained calm and composed.

In contrast, the regicide didn't react at all, seemingly indifferent... because she couldn't understand.

The conman seemed to be deep in thought. As expected of the BOSS, even with amnesia, he still possessed a magnanimous spirit.

In fact, Lin Lu was quite surprised.

This is the core area of ​​the mobile city, and the most important place. Lin Lu had learned a little about Wei Yanwu, the governor of Longmen, tonight; he was a man who wanted nothing more than to control the whole world.

The fact that the Borderless Army could build such a colossal underground city right under Wei Yanwu's nose meant their resources were far greater than he had imagined...

Lin Lu patiently observed the surrounding walls. Putting everything else aside, the soundproofing alone was beyond his expectations. Apart from the roar of the Originium Engine he heard the moment he stepped off the elevator, it was now so quiet that he could hear the rustling of his own clothes.

"I almost forgot, I haven't introduced myself yet." The middle-aged man with black hair smiled helplessly. In his subconscious, the BOSS was still the same BOSS, so there was no need to treat him differently. Only then did he realize, "My code name is 'The Deceitful,' and I belong to the intelligence group of the Army Without Borders. I have deceived countless people, but I will never deceive you, BOSS."

“That’s a lie,” Lin Lu said with a calm smile.

"As expected of the BOSS, I have ever grown to respect you more and more." The swindler exaggeratedly opened his arms wide, exclaiming from the bottom of his heart.

"Ah...this..." Lin Lu was speechless and shook his head helplessly, "That's true."

“Our reverence for the BOSS is like that for a father.” The conman couldn’t help but smile nostalgically, a smile tinged with sadness. “BOSS, you were once our light, our guide, our beacon. But you… perhaps you have completely forgotten us.”

"Hmm, I really don't remember."

Lin Lu said calmly that he knew nothing about his past. However, he was prepared for one thing: no matter what kind of person he had been, he would not let the past cloud his judgment of the present. Those who dwell on the past will never see the future.

Whether it's Amiya, the Kingslayer, or Kal'tsit... Lin Lu appreciates and acknowledges certain qualities in them, not because of their past identities. They are all people worthy of Lin Lu's attention now.

What is an army without borders?