Ark Chess Player.

After interrogating Charlot and other members of the Guard, she learned important information.

Dobermann shouted, "They have another team attacking the Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Building where Dr. Kal'tsit is located!"

Chapter 246 Death Squad

Outer ring road of Longmen, Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals Building.

Not far from the Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals building, an unremarkable old truck was parked on the side of the road.

The truck looks unremarkable from the outside, but the interior is a completely different story.

Sophisticated instruments surrounded the space, their pale blue fluorescence refracting in the spacious room. The cooling and ventilation systems were running at full capacity, yet the room remained remarkably quiet. Even the sound insulation and vibration damping were exceptional; even if multiple people were working inside, or someone were smoking by the truck, no one would feel any change inside.

The interior of the truck was divided into two areas: those skilled in logistics were in charge of operating countless complex machines, while those adept at hunting operations sat with their eyes closed, resting near the rear of the truck.

“We’ve lost contact with Challout’s team for over twenty minutes. We can’t wait any longer.”

"...Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

Ug, the logistics member in charge of controlling the equipment, frowned and gave a casual reply, but did not neglect his delicate work.

The screen, glowing with a faint light, flickered with complex code. Ugg felt a headache coming on; he felt his opponent had suddenly transformed from a primary school student into a post-doctoral researcher. Ever since he intercepted a call from Rhodes Island, the Guard Bureau's system had become increasingly difficult to crack.

Even with his black card, which granted him access to high-ranking insiders, he couldn't browse the Guard Bureau's files as easily as before. What used to be as effortless as shopping in a supermarket now felt like placing a basket overflowing with victories on a checkout counter, swiping his black card at the POS machine, only to be politely informed that the card was frozen.

Not only that, even the communicators of the Charlot team malfunctioned, and Ug's computer screen even lost their coordinate signal!

At first, Ug thought it was because there was no signal in such a squalid place as the slums, but then he suddenly remembered that, according to the Guard Bureau's data, Lungmen had already connected all the base stations and power lines to every part of the slums. This money wasn't even coming from the Lungmen administration, but from those scoundrels who were hiding in the slums making money.

Information has always been one of the most valuable things.

Those who control information wield power over the world.

Everyone in a high position wishes they could be knowledgeable about everything from astronomy to geography, and understand all aspects of human life and interesting anecdotes.

In order to make money better, faster, and more conveniently, even in slums, people will create a world of the internet.

Even if they know the Guard Bureau will keep a close watch on this, so what!

In the dark forces of Lungmen, true secrets are never spoken directly, but rather coded language.

The complex metaphors implied in these slang terms are something that the Imperial Guards would never understand.

—At this moment, a green-haired, one-horned demon woman sneezed during a clearing mission in the outer ring of Lungmen, accidentally using her Prajna to flatten the incoming infected. She looked around bewilderedly, tilting her head in confusion, wondering if she had caught a cold.

"With Charlot's skills, it's impossible for him to fail."

Ug muttered to himself, his brow furrowed as he worked on multiple tasks while trying to summon Charlot.

He tried connecting to Charlott's recorder, but found there was no signal. How could there be no signal?! Could it be that the slum's underground forces have made leaps and bounds in electronic warfare and even created signal jamming devices? These guys who only know how to plunder the poor? Dream on!

Could it be that Charlott's dashcam was smashed?

We might as well look forward to the Lungmen slums mastering cutting-edge technology.

"Enough! The time's up. If we can't get in touch, we can't get in touch. Why worry about it so much!"

The burly man sitting at the back of the truck suddenly opened his eyes, his scarlet pupils filled with ferocity, and even his speech exuded intense impatience. His muscles bulged beneath his white robe, his overcoat fluttered without wind, and a gloomy, sinister aura enveloped the interior of the truck.

It wasn't just him; the same was true for the other seven people around him.

They were restless; the more they closed their eyes to rest, the more agitated they became, and the more erratic their breathing became.

This wasn't due to nervousness, but rather excitement born of overwhelming anticipation. They were meticulously trained assassins; some were exceptionally gifted and captured for brainwashing, while others had committed capital offenses but were bailed out of prison using imposters. Still others were sons of enemies, purely used for revenge and venting anger.

They trained day and night, taking special drugs and being indoctrinated with outrageous ideas to alter their thinking and actions. Morality was meaningless to them; even children were not spared if they were targets of their missions, and were executed without exception.

For them, the meaning of life is to complete their master's mission at all costs.

Death meant nothing to them; what did it matter if their heads fell, as long as it pleased their masters?

This also reduced their lifespan to a mere ten years, though most assassins don't live past ten years anyway.

The missions that need to be assigned to assassins are usually extremely difficult, or they cannot reveal their identities, and they can be turned into pawns at any time if necessary.

Ug did not respond. He sped up his work, cursing inwardly but daring not to utter a sound.

“Does that mean we don’t have to do anything just because we haven’t been able to contact them?” another assassin said coldly, a complete scar running from left to right on his face. His left eye had been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic eye, the iron-like eyeball rotating within a metal frame. “If we’re not going, we can drive back now and save time.”

"That's it!"

Urged on by the crowd, Ug sighed helplessly. He tried to calm these men, who might in a fit of rage chop him up, while simultaneously asking his superiors how to proceed. Clearly, their plan had gone awry.

According to the original plan, the Chariot team would secretly execute the Rhodes Island squad on a Guard Bureau mission, and then they would massacre the Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals building. Besides wiping out all the infected on Rhodes Island, the most important thing was to plunder all their information.

Actually, Rhodes Island was not originally among their targets.

If anyone's to blame, it's the Rhodes Island people for arriving at the worst possible time.

"Ugh."

Ug sighed softly. He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen today, and this strong sense of unease had been weighing on his mind.

As the display screen lit up, Ug sighed again after receiving the mission authorization.

Ug examined the key to unlock the electronic lock and suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, as if he were about to open a demon's cage. He chuckled self-deprecatingly, realizing that at his age, he was still thinking about such things.

"Rhodes Island, Rhodes Island, don't blame me... you brought this on yourselves!"

Ug's fingers flew across the keyboard keys as he entered the complex key.

Chapter 247 Dragon Gate Profanities (4K)

"Crack!"

With the sound of the iron locks being unlocked, the handcuffs and shackles of all eight assassins were shaken off.

This is a safety measure—a safety measure to ensure the survival of logistics technicians.

After all, this group of lunatics has killed even their own teammates when they go crazy more than once or twice. Without some symbolic protection measures, no one would dare to carry out a mission with them.

Those in higher positions were also troubled by this; training a logistics technician was clearly more difficult than training a suicide soldier.

For suicide squads, just throw money at them.

The average cost of a suicide bomber is even lower than the cost of a nobleman from Longmen going to Zuiyue Tower to kiss a courtesan, and it doesn't even take much time, but the success rate is not very high. Even if ten people are pulled out of prison, only a few can graduate completely from the one-on-one training course. But this problem is not a big deal, since there are plenty of people in the death row, and if all else fails, even cheaper infected people can be used, although there is a risk of self-destruction during training.

Talented individuals with exceptional skills are hard to find, let alone cultivate them in-house or even recruit them externally with high salaries.

You can't exactly send out a few experts capable of suppressing assassins on a mission, can you? These are special missions where assassins are considered utterly inhuman if they fail; secrecy is paramount. Doing so not only puts the cart before the horse but also excessively wastes already scarce human resources.

Ug's current seat was separated from the back of the truck by a reinforced fence, which looked incredibly sturdy, but Ug knew it was more of a consolation prize. Even if it couldn't stop these assassins, it would give him time to write his will, ensuring that all the money he earned wouldn't go to the underworld with him.

In addition, the assassins also wore time bombs around their necks. These wouldn't explode if they attempted to disarm them or left the signal range without authorization in an attempt to escape. However, highly concentrated Originium poison would seep from the devices and pierce their necks.

No matter how strong the warriors' bodies are, they can't prevent acute Oripathy from flaring up in specific areas.

"It should have been done long ago! What's the point of waiting!"

A suicide bomber's face twitched; with each word he spoke, the corner of his mouth would twitch. This was a neurological problem caused by an overdose of drugs—incurable, and no one would try to save him. Who would want to invest time and energy in a killing tool that could be replaced at any time? If it breaks, it breaks; if it breaks, it's replaced.

"Tch, are you in such a hurry? Are you rushing to be reincarnated?"

This is an old saying from Yan State. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Uge smacked his lips and barely managed to hold back his complaints.

He was afraid that he would be beaten to death if he spoke out.

"quiet."

The leader of the suicide squad said calmly.

His gaze swept over everyone from left to right, and he subdued the rioters with just a glance.

"Take medicine."

The leader of the assassins gave the order, took out an iron box from the pocket of his white robe, and poured the black poison inside into his hand.

The other seven people silently performed the same action; they were already used to it, and some had even taken it three times... such as the face-slapping guy who had nerve problems.

"Although you all probably already know this, I still have to repeat it." The leader of the assassins held the black pill in his hand and said in a deep voice, "After taking this medicine, if you fail to complete the mission and obtain the antidote within half a day, or attempt to escape, when the poison takes effect, you will bleed from all seven orifices and turn into a pool of bloody mud, dying a gruesome death in excruciating pain. But within this half-day, we will not feel pain, we will not feel fear. We will become our master's sharpest poisonous blade, piercing the enemy's heart."

"For the Master."

The leader of the suicide squad was the first to take the poison.

Moreover, he used the internal energy of Yan Kingdom martial arts to accelerate the effects of the medicine, making the poison take effect even faster.

Like recklessly injecting oneself with stimulants, the speed of nerve reactions increased, and explosive power in all aspects was enhanced, as if an inexhaustible force was flowing through the body. Before the brain sensed the abnormality and spasmed, the anesthetic component of the drug blocked the sense of pain.

At this moment, he suppressed all emotions and became a killing machine with only the desire to complete his mission.

"For my master!!"

Everyone swallowed the black poison, trying to accelerate its effects so their bodies could adapt to the ability more quickly.

Half a day is enough time to do a lot of things.

Ug felt a chill run down his spine; he was no assassin.

As a technician, someone like him is definitely not a disposable commodity.

"Your master isn't any better; he doesn't do anything humane..." Ug cursed inwardly, but he dared not say it aloud. Even if he spoke in a low voice, these lunatics would definitely hear him. These Yan people are such a nuisance; they're always talking about floating on water or catching bullets with their bare hands, like they're cheaters.

Uge concealed his longing and envy for Yan Kingdom's martial arts, habitually smacked his lips, and glanced at the screen.

In an instant, his pupils widened suddenly, and his shoulders trembled violently. He felt as if he were sitting on a sofa with five black men behind him.

"what happened?"

"The leader of the assassins asked."

His heightened perception made it easy for him to detect Ug's emotional changes.

Ug was breathing heavily, terrified, as if he were possessed.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem; even if Ug developed epilepsy, these loyal soldiers wouldn't care. But now, with a mission imminent, they couldn't afford to make even the smallest mistake! To die not at the hands of the enemy, but instead betrayed by their own teammates, would be a death shrouded in mystery.

"No, it's nothing, I was just tricked." Ug stammered in response, his voice trembling slightly, muttering to himself, "How could it be like this?"

Ug slowly straightened up, his hands flying across the keyboard, closing the previously popped-up message box and creating a new command. He felt every pore on his body open up, his heart pounding faster than ever before, as if his life hung by a thread, and the slightest misstep would plunge him into an abyss.

"A worthy opponent, a worthy opponent."

Ug made no attempt to conceal his voice; he was saying this so that the assassins would hear it and not arouse their suspicion.

His hands moved so fast they seemed to be blurring the keyboard; Ug was pushing himself to his limit, displaying an attitude of giving it his all.

"...Does this affect the mission?"

The leader of the assassins narrowed his eyes, his right hand silently approaching the scabbard, his thumb pressing down on the crocodile-shaped blade.

The leader examined Ug's aura, even monitoring the frequency of his heartbeat, and awaited his response.

“Yes, it has a significant impact.” Ug’s eyes darted around rapidly. Despite feeling icy cold all over, profuse sweat poured down his back, soaking his clothes. He took a deep breath, adjusting his breathing. “The Guard Bureau has counter-surveilled my location. This is my job; I’ll handle it. You all go and carry out your mission quickly, and return as soon as possible, otherwise, once the Guard Bureau arrives, there won’t be another chance!”

"..."

The leader of the assassins slightly lifted the knife-wielding crocodile. He sensed that Ug's mood fluctuated between high and low, clearly indicating he was up to no good. However, judging from the other's words, he couldn't find anything wrong.

"never mind."

The chief shook his head.

After taking the drug, everything was great; he could kill a bull with a single punch and sprint 100 meters in just five seconds. The only downsides were the toxicity and the fact that it made him agitated and violent. If he continued to obsess over it, he might actually lose control of his murderous intent and kill Ug.

The only reason the assassins didn't kill Ug was that someone would be there to help them during the retreat, nothing more.

"You saved your life."

The leader of the assassins said coldly, "Do your job well and don't let the Guard Bureau interfere."

"Yes, yes, so are you."

Ug finally couldn't resist blurting out a retort, and he quickly covered his mouth to stop himself from saying the rest.

The assassins snorted coldly and put on pale white masks, imitating the attire of the Reunion Movement.

Leaving aside the plan to divert the trouble eastward, the most important thing is to spread the white panic of the armed infected throughout Lungmen.

As for why they did this... naturally it was to pull someone off the political stage and ensure they could never rise again!

—Longmen is the burial place for you, old dragon!

The leader of the suicide squad suddenly pushed open the iron door at the end of the truck and jumped down.