Ark Chess Player.

When Bai Huang took Lin Lu's coat from the King Killer, she stroked the soot-blackened marks on it, her mind filled with countless thoughts.

So she dumped all her work on her subordinates, and didn't even care about the invasion of the Black Mud Anomaly.

Because she has more important things to do.

Bai Huang has barely slept for the past two days, handling Lin Lu's equipment entirely on her own. She can't let this regret repeat itself. Actually, it would be easier and faster to print new clothes directly from the development platform's modules, but she's a bit inflexible.

The former boss left wearing this outfit, and she hopes that the boss can return wearing this outfit as well.

Even if it can only be done by hand, Bai Huang is willing to spend her time and energy on it.

“Boss, I’ve inscribed an Originium Arts array on your protective suit. Any Originium Arts that attack you will be recorded and deciphered by the Smart chip, allowing you to directly use your mental energy to recreate the spell.” Given Bai Huang’s close relationship with Lin Lu, she even knew everything about Lin Lu’s left-hand mark and his digitized spiritual domain. She smiled and said, “Depending on the Originium energy you use, you can also freely control the intensity of the spell.”

"That's really... amazing."

Lin Lu moved his limbs, feeling incredibly lightweight, yet he could feel unparalleled Originium energy flowing within them.

Bai Huang thoughtfully added a temperature-regulating function, preserving the purpose of clothing. Isn't dressing like this in this freezing weather all for warmth? What, are you planning to open your coat in a dark alley late at night and offer weapons to passing girls? I have everything here, high quality and low prices! For just one million LMD, you can bring home the Infinite Rocket Launcher!

"This is not just a simple repair, nor is it just an ordinary little gift."

Lin Lu looked at Bai Huang, who had a smile on her face, and then glanced at Chao Shan, who was silently watching the two of them because he was not good at research and development.

"This is what we should do, Boss."

Bai Huang responded very naturally, as if it were the simplest of little things.

“Compared to what you have done for us, no amount of what we do is enough. We are prepared to repay you for the rest of our lives. Even if you want to abandon us, I will use everything you have taught me to catch up with you, follow you, and never leave you.”

Asahi smiled broadly, abandoning all her seductive airs for the sake of beauty, her face radiating the purest of smiles.

"I really have committed many sins..."

Lin Lu slowly pulled his coat tighter, and the soft sound of the data-driven spiritual domain taking over the Smart chip echoed in his mind. He smiled gently.

"You are mine now."

Chapter 235: Slacking off every day keeps you healthy!

"Boss, I've made some minor adjustments to your equipment. Please take a look."

Bai Huang was in a great mood; they had gained Lin Lu's approval and recognition.

This means that even after losing his memory, the BOSS is willing to open his heart to them.

This is a good start; if we round it up, Lin Lü is only one step away from returning to the Army Without Borders.

Bai Huang quickly found Lin Lu's equipment. No matter how messy the research room was, she neatly put away everything related to the BOSS.

"You call this a slight adjustment?"

Lin Lu accepted the injection gun that Bai Huang presented with both hands... No, it could no longer be called an injection gun. The original design of the injection gun was just a medical injection device. It was designed to resemble a gun in order to allow the use of anesthetic bullets remotely, but it only had the appearance of a pistol shell. The internal structure was actually a pneumatic gun.

Under Bai Huang's modifications, the injection gun was transformed into a heavy-looking black pistol that fit Lin Lu's hands perfectly. The grip also featured subtle grooves to provide friction and prevent slippage from blood-soaked palms. The tranquilizer darts, which previously required reloading after each shot, were replaced with magazine-fed cartridges that could hold twelve bullets at once.

Lin Lu felt like he had graduated before even using the initial weapon.

He skillfully disassembled the black silenced tranquilizer pistol, acting entirely on instinct. He easily bypassed even the anti-tamper self-destruct device left on it by the Army Without Borders. In less than seven seconds, the black pistol was disassembled into parts such as the gun rack, barrel, firing pin, and magazine. Before Bai Huang could react, the parts were reassembled within three seconds. As Lin Lu tightened the silencer, a sharp, cold wind whipped up his coat, and the strong smell of gunpowder filled the research room.

Bai Huang smiled and applauded for him.

This was the Lin Lu she knew, the king of the army without borders.

"Boss, I have one more item I want to give you."

"what?"

In response to Lin Lu's question, Bai Huang revealed a confident smile befitting a researcher and took out an exquisite mechanical box from her pocket.

Inside the semi-transparent mechanical shell, ten dark gray cubes were arranged in an orderly fashion, occasionally shimmering with a faint light.

"Chocolate?" Lin Lu asked curiously.

"Boss, if you're hungry, I'll go prepare it right away!" Asahi keenly sensed this was an opportunity and decisively pulled out his mobile terminal.

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

Lin Lu raised his hand to stop her, but she had temporarily left the research lab, perhaps because there was no signal.

Bai Huang smiled gently and shook her head, saying, "This is a tactical mimicry environment device. Each device can maintain an environmental simulation for about thirty minutes. This thing is similar to a mini version of the mimicry system we installed in the Lungmen underground base. Therefore, the Originium energy supply is limited, and the actual energy consumption varies depending on the scale of the simulation."

"This thing..."

Lin Lu accepted it with great care.

As a commander, Lin Lü knew how important the right time, place, and people were.

Tactical mimicry devices can directly alter the terrain when necessary, serving as a means of guidance.

Just as Lin Lu was racking his brains for countless ways to use it, a ritualistic background music suddenly started playing.

"My boss, you should know how to use this thing."

Bai Huang appeared beside Lin Lu at some point, kneeling on one knee and holding a luxurious ceremonial cushion in both hands.

The all-black Ark Driver sits quietly on top, with the old class card box standing on the left, its minor cracks now repaired.

Lin Lu took the Ark Driver, his hand gently stroking it. The cool, comfortable sensation lingered between his fingers, and the mental link that had been severed was reconnected. He felt that the Ark Driver was different; the burden on his spiritual domain was greatly reduced, and he could access the information units stored within it through the digitized spiritual domain.

In other words, he will no longer make the mistake of trying to transform into Flamebringer but instead becoming the Dragon Witch Jeanne d'Arc Alter. However, this does not mean that Lin Lu can no longer use the power he inherited from the past; he can have more choices when transforming, much like drawing cards in a lucky draw.

"While preserving the Rhodes Island operator data, I also imported the data you left behind. I updated the system and replaced some of the rarer parts," Bai Huang said thoughtfully. "Although it was developed jointly by Kroos and me, that girl wasn't very good at data processing. The person who maintained the Ark Driver was actually Theresa. But then again, she's gone, so it's no wonder the driver is so badly damaged and no one has been able to fix it."

"...Theresia?"

Lin Lu's heart skipped a beat. He heard that name again, and every time it did, it made his heart ache.

“Ah, after all, you have amnesia and don’t remember anything…” Bai Huang realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly covered her mouth, revealing a slightly embarrassed smile. “Anyway, I can’t say anything about her, and I don’t want you to have a preconceived notion about Theresa through my words.”

Lin Lu nodded slightly. He turned his head and saw Chao Shan angrily biting his cuff.

"Chaoshan, what's wrong?"

"Nothing! It's definitely not because I heard about that woman that I'm angry! Nor is it because she tricked us into going to Rhodes Island!"

Asayama lowered her head and muttered softly. She was someone who had survived the bloody battles of three years ago. Others might not know what Rhodes Island had done, but as the head of the intelligence team, Asayama knew it all perfectly well. Apart from the bizarre events that occurred frequently during the final period, she still couldn't understand them to this day.

"You've said everything that's on your mind."

Lin Lu gently tapped Chao Shan's head, further deepening his impression of Theresa.

The Army Without Borders knows her, and during the time when the Army Without Borders fought alongside Rhodes Island, it was Theresa who led the operations. Even three years ago, he was no exception, still under her command. She's probably a very capable person, right? Someone so capable, she should... be alright, right?

The pain in Lin Lu's chest became much sharper. He clutched his chest, but even the strongest protective gear couldn't stop the pain.

"BOSS?!"

"I'm fine, don't be nervous."

Lin Lu exhaled and put the Ark Drive back into his pocket, his fingers touching the hard surface.

Upon taking it out, he found it was his identity card from Rhodes Island.

"...Won't I get fired for being absent from work for three days?"

Lin then realized that he had been slacking off for three days. It was so great not having to sit at his desk every day and worry about the tedious daily work... Wait a minute! I, Lin, am a model worker and never slack off. How can I be fired by Kal'tsit for such a small thing!

No, I have to get back to Rhodes Island as soon as possible—

Asayama returned to the research lab, a bright and energetic smile on his face.

"Boss, the dishes at Grand Maison Lungmen are ready. Please come and dine."

"Very good, let's go, Yiku!"

Chapter 236 "New Life at the Dragon Gate" (4K)

The outer ring of Longmen is a slum.

Chaos is the word synonymous with slums.

In the past, slums were always frequented by malicious individuals, with the weak turning their knives on the even weaker. In Lungmen, where class distinctions are clearly defined, the infected are often at the very bottom. The impoverished infected are even more vulnerable; even beggars can feel a strange sense of superiority towards them.

But even in the most chaotic slums, there are always underground forces hiding in the shadows maintaining order.

You can steal, you can rob, you can cheat, but you can't kill for money.

This is the rule in the slums, a rule that existed even before many infected people arrived in Lungmen.

This isn't because of concerns that the self-destruction of those with high Oripathy infection rates upon death would have a devastating impact on the already unsanitary slums. Rather, it's because if the slums become a playground for serial killers and criminals, then Lungmen's highest executive officer, Wei Yanwu, will undoubtedly destroy them without hesitation.

The slums exist to filter out the inferior people in the city, to prevent them from wandering around the city center, and to increase the happiness of the wealthy people living in the city center and affluent areas, so as to continue to exploit them and ensure stable economic development.

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However... that's a different story once slums become breeding grounds for crime.

No city leader would allow such a thing to happen on their territory.

Today, a group of rule-breakers came to the slum.

Their special identities even deterred the underground forces in the slums from easily coming forward.

Young masters, college students, young citizens of Lungmen who would never normally come to the slums, and some burly thugs all flocked here. They all wore black masks and baseball caps that covered their eyes, and their backpacks bulged irregularly, making a metallic clanging sound as they walked.

"Where did those infected people go?! Chase them, everyone hurry and chase them!"

"Don't let them get away! Even a little brat can be exchanged for three thousand Lungmen Dollars!"

"Damn it, who is protecting these bastards and tipping them off?"

These Lungmen University students, brandishing weapons, pulled down their black masks, spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground, and hurled curses as they slung blood-stained sticks over their shoulders.

"If it weren't for the money to be made, who would want to come to this stinking slum?" a man who looked to be less than 1.7 meters tall muttered under his breath. After being glared at by the leader, he quickly bowed and apologized, "Sorry, I misspoke."

He cleared his throat and shouted in a deep voice, "If it weren't for upholding justice, who would be willing to take up arms and stain their hands with blood! But there are some things we have to do, we must do!"

His voice drew the attention of his companions, giving him a strange sense of exhilaration, as if he were a superhero, as if he were the embodiment of justice. Never before had he been looked at with expectation by anyone in his life, a surge of arrogance welled up within him, leading him to passionately recite a speech that had been edited by others.

"Three days ago, these infected thugs attempted to invade Lungmen and harm our compatriots! They set fire to the Lungmen administrative building, burned down our homes, and killed innocent people! To protect our families, to safeguard our classmates and friends! For Lungmen! Now, join me in resisting these villains who are trying to invade our homeland!"

The leader nodded in satisfaction, raised his weapon to the crowd behind him, and shouted, "For justice! For Lungmen! Brothers! Follow me!"

The man's call to action was met with immediate response. The young people, their minds filled with the image of a white, cloudy liquid, chanted in unison: "Expel all infected individuals!! Oppose the Lungmen Emergency Response Act!! Create a bright future for Lungmen!!"

The infected hunters aren't just causing trouble here; they're present at every passageway and entrance in the Lungmen slums.

A total of 270 citizens of Lungmen participated in the operation, including 169 men and 101 women.

They were well-trained and had a clear division of labor: some were responsible for searching, some for blocking roads, and some for carrying out the most violent acts—murder.

They call themselves "Lungmen New Generation," declaring their intention to transform Lungmen and give it a brighter future. They are willing to dirty their own hands to change Lungmen's current situation. They will never allow infected individuals to remain in Lungmen; these infected are the Reunion Movement's reserves, spies planted there long ago by the Reunion Movement!

In fact, most of these people had never been near the slum area before this operation.

Their past education and biological instincts kept them away from this place. They proudly regarded the slum area as a garbage dump and the people who had to work hard to make a living here as parasites who collected garbage, scavenged waste, and ate excrement.

This time was different. They came to the slums not just to hunt, but more to find someone... They had a special bounty target.

A female infected person, approximately fourteen years old, from Ursus, with short silver-white hair and a petite build, named Misha.

This person must be captured alive; whoever captures her alive will receive 100,000 Lungmen Dollars!

100,000 Lungmen Dollars is nothing to rich kids, but it's something these college students wouldn't even dare to dream of.

No, let alone 100,000 LMD, the fact that they could get 3,000 LMD for every infected person they killed was enough to make them ecstatic.

For the average family in Lungmen, a monthly salary is only around 5,000 Lungmen coins. Those with slightly better circumstances can only earn a maximum of 20,000 Lungmen coins a month. To earn more than that, one needs considerable connections and influence in Lungmen, or to obtain unexpected benefits in certain advantageous positions.

The idea of ​​infected hunting terrified the college students when they first heard about it, and they all vowed never to commit murder. The exceptions were the rich kids, who had already secretly done similar things and watched the others with amusement.

After receiving training and guidance, and with everyone being provided with weapons, armor, and printed maps, the young men's mindset underwent a subtle shift. The fear in these active-duty students vanished under the influence of blind justice and the lure of money, and they readily accepted the hunt.

A human life is certainly not worth three thousand Lungmen coins.

If it's just one infected person, then that's a different story.

the most important is……

No one will be punished for this.

The laws of Lungmen will be on their side.

Even if they are arrested by the Guard Bureau, they don't need to pay the bail themselves; someone will naturally bail them out.