Ark Chess Player.

The anemone floated in mid-air and tumbled, drawing the outline of a strange device on the digitized spiritual domain.

Compared to the sheer number of people she encountered along the way, it was Thor Industries' defensive equipment that made her wary.

Raytheon Industries produces only the finest products, primarily in electrical equipment, mining machinery, protective gear, and military equipment. Rumors even suggest that Raytheon Industries sells land-based warships capable of operating as mobile cities, though no one has reportedly made a purchase.

Lin Lu nodded slightly, then threw the deflated backpack behind him to the ground, where it vanished as a faint glint of light from his glasses.

He had used up all the etched bullets in his backpack, having walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"It's ok."

Lin Lu walked forward confidently, his steps steady, showing no sign of fatigue.

At the edge of the horizon, a Gatling-1, a mechanical automated defense machine manufactured by Raytheon Industries, lit up with a scarlet light, its round head turning towards the direction Lin Lu had come from. In a sense, this mechanical device could be considered a relative of the Rhodes Island Lancet-2 medical vehicle, only its purpose was different.

If Lancet-2 is an angel, then Gatling-1 is someone who sends people to meet the angel.

After being customized by Kroos, Lancet-2 essentially came to life.

But Gatling-1 is different; he is just a machine, incapable of thinking, only capable of carrying out commands.

The automated defense robot pointed its signal transmission device at Lin Lü, identified him as an enemy, authorized the attack, and annihilated the target.

The Gatling-1's automatic multi-barreled rotary replica gun began to rotate, the six slender, black iron tubes spinning rapidly, emitting a dull hum, like the hoofbeats of a messenger from hell.

A suffocating sense of heaviness washed over us, and the data-driven spiritual realm revealed immense danger!

Lin Lu calmly pulled open the side lever of the Ark Driver and took out a pure white card from the class card box.

The card felt like pure metal, or perhaps a crystal; there was no exposed chip or magnetic stripe. When his finger ran across the surface, he could feel subtle patterns, but there were no class-specific symbols.

Lin Lu placed the card into the central slot of the Ark Driver, pressed the side lever with both hands, and slowly pushed it in.

Just then, the two automatic multi-barreled rotary simulated guns on either side of Gatling-1 completed their charging. The rotary guns rotated faster and faster, and a transmission mechanism caused several barrels to rotate around a common axis, thus completing continuous firing. The red-hot barrels transformed bullets into beams of light that shot out, creating two light curtains that spanned a 200-meter-long corridor.

Made by Raytheon Industries, with a rate of fire of 1,000 rounds per minute, 7.62mm ammunition, and a limited range of 800 meters.

The entire process—feeding, locking, firing, and ejection—is completed in one smooth motion.

Hit, tear, cut, and destroy, evaporate in an instant.

No need for Originium Arts, no need for mental power, all you need is Originium, more Originium, a huge amount of Originium!

—It is the culmination of Terra's current weapon technology.

"Prog Rise!"

A mechanical, female voice resounded, and layers of white projections surged forth in the narrow corridor. Bullets that came into contact with them emitted a teeth-grinding, ear-piercing noise, yet they could not penetrate. However, these projections only lasted for a limited time, quickly returning to Lin Lu.

This means that Lin Lu's long-abused "Knight Transformation Invincibility Law" has lost its effectiveness in the face of sustained attacks.

The bullets unleashed by the Gatling-1 seemed endless, and the thermal system confirmed that they had indeed hit their targets. Stray bullets ravaged the surrounding walls, floor, and ceiling, sending dust and debris flying, and a grimy haze obscuring the space.

Three minutes later, the Gatling-1's revolver slowly stopped turning, the rapidly heating barrel showed signs of melting, and more importantly... all six thousand rounds of ammunition stored in the chassis magazine had been fired, and the Gatling-1 had lost its combat capability.

Raytheon Industries anticipated that the 6,000 rounds of Gatling-1 ammunition would be enough for their customers for a long time. Even if they ran out, it wouldn't matter, as ammunition was quite expensive in the Terran industry. As an arms manufacturer, Raytheon Industries naturally tried every means to promote its products, and ammunition was undoubtedly a hot seller.

"Die, die! Die!!"

Wenger, who was in his office on the sixteenth floor of the Silverwing Building, monitored the cameras and kept an eye on things from beginning to end.

Whether Lin Lu walked in through the main entrance with his head held high, or he began his frenzied killing spree, rampaging from the heavily guarded first floor to the twelfth floor, he saw it all. Wenger's hands were blue and white from pressing the cup so hard; he stared intently at the monitor, his lips bleeding from clenching them too tightly.

No one knows just how terrified he is right now.

It's like a dying person watching death approach with slow, deliberate steps.

Wenger felt like he was on the guillotine, watching helplessly as the guillotine slowly descended.

Wenger had cursed countless times, he had hated it countless times—why cooperate with Eagle Pulse Company? Why sacrifice himself for a mere 30 million Lungmen Dollars! Aside from the mercenaries sent out on missions, two-thirds of his men had died at the hands of this mysterious man. Even if they survived this time, Silverwing Security Contractors were doomed. Not only would they struggle to withstand the deliberate retaliation from their competitors, but they also didn't know how to pay the breach of contract penalties.

Even so, Wenger still wanted to live.

Wenger held his teacup in both hands, staring intently at the screen, full of anticipation, even imagining the scene of that damned Felin woman being torn to pieces.

Finally, the thick fog dissipated, and the standing figures stood tall like pine trees.

The porcelain cup that Wenger was gripping tightly developed cracks, and he crushed it under his grip.

"How could this be... How could this be!? Impossible!!"

Wenger pressed his hand firmly against the monitor. In front of him, the screen displayed an image of an enemy clad in heavy armor standing there.

Lin Lu stood tall, heavily armed. His armor was riddled with bullet holes, yet not a single bullet could penetrate his defenses. The front of his groin armor read "GET SUM!", the back armor read "KICK ME!", his thick abdominal armor bore biohazard markings, and a skull was pinned to his shoulder.

Jessica – Iron Block.

Made by Raytheon Industries, designed for extremely harsh environments, it is a perfect combination of cutting-edge technology and rare materials. It offers exceptional protection at the expense of portability.

Lin Lu slowly turned his head to look at the place where the pinhole camera was hidden.

His face mask, still bearing bullet marks, exuded a deep malice, and his dark green, deep eyes stared intently at the monitor.

"I'm here to find you."

Chapter 261 Iron Chariot - Jessica (4K)

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"

Wenger was so startled that he fell off his chair and landed on his backside, tripping over a bunch of things.

After the central air conditioning stopped working, Wenger felt a chill from head to toe, even though the office was stuffy.

We can't wait here any longer, we have to run, we have to run now!! Wenger stood up shakily, leaning on the chair for support. Before fleeing, he didn't forget to pick up the communication device and transfer all the people guarding the thirteenth and fourteenth floors to the twelfth floor.

"Damn it, why can't I ride the elevator... Damn, could it be that the fire alarm system has locked it?!"

Wenger kicked the elevator in front of him. It was a private elevator that led directly to his office and was his only means of survival.

When he commissioned Raytheon Industries to build the building, he had meticulously planned out the escape routes! To put it nicely, he was the president of a private armed security contractor; to put it bluntly, he was a mercenary leader, a rebel, and a member of the underworld. Wei Yanwu would love to tear him apart. If it weren't for the large, unreasonable amounts of taxes he paid every year, he probably wouldn't have survived these past few years.

Wenger was well aware of his situation; it was just that the higher-ups were too lazy to touch him, but if they really did, he would surely die. Since that was the case, he had to secure his own escape route; he couldn't possibly place his entire hope of survival on the whims of these powerful figures.

Silverwing Building has an underground parking garage, but it has never been open to the public, and only a few mercenaries with special identities know about it.

According to Wenger's escape plan, he took the private elevator directly to the parking lot, then fled through the underground passages all the way to the fifth district of Lungmen, Lotte State. Once he reached the ship docking area, he would have plenty of opportunities to leave the city. At worst, he could make a comeback in another country and start all over again.

To Wenger's utter surprise, his flawless escape plan failed at the very first step.

The private elevator was out of service, and Wenger was too afraid to go outside the office. He had already locked the door and blocked the entrance with the sofa and table.

"Damn it... why haven't those tax thieves from the Guard Bureau arrived yet! Anyone will do, just get me out of here already..." Wenger returned to his chair, dejected. He had never missed those Guard Bureau officers who always made things difficult for him so much.

If it were that stubborn, blue-haired senior superintendent, he could definitely be taken to Lungmen Prison for rehabilitation and reformation, so he could become a good person.

Wenger turned his gaze back to the display screen. At this point, he could only hope that his men would step up and kill the man on the spot. He was willing to give up his position as president of Silverwing if he could do that.

However, all the surveillance equipment on the twelfth floor was malfunctioning, and the screen only displayed messy, blurry black and white signals.

Wenger's prized "eyes" have been gouged out.

"This is the last one."

Lin Lu raised his military shovel and smashed the hidden camera.

He stood the shovel upright on the ground, panting as he pressed his arms against the handle to catch his breath.

No matter how strong the heavy armor is, or how excellent its protective capabilities are, it is impossible to withstand two rotary machine guns without being damaged.

Even if the bullets couldn't penetrate the armor, the force they generated still landed on Lin Lu, causing him pain as if he had been brutally beaten by two hundred people for three minutes. Anyone else would have been reduced to a pile of minced meat, but only someone with Lin Lu's monstrous combat endurance could withstand it.

"It hurts..."

Lin Lu used a military shovel as a walking stick, taking steps toward Gatling-1.

"Anemone, could you help me cut out this embarrassing footage? Don't get me wrong, I'm not worried about Jessica seeing me looking so pathetic. I'm just afraid she'll try to take on a machine gun like I did, which is something not everyone can do."

Lin Lu held his back and walked with a limp.

The anemone gazed at him silently, smiling without saying a word.

"Are you thinking about something terrible?" Lin Lu asked.

"Pfft~" Anemone chuckled, her eyes full of laughter. "No, no, how could that be! By the way, Doctor, if you need anything, I'll arrange for Rhodes Island's purchasing department to buy some goji berries for you to make tea after this operation is over."

"My kidneys are perfectly fine!!"

Lin Lu, cursing and swearing, walked up to Gatling-1 and slapped the overloaded automatic defense machine.

Gatling-1 emitted a scarlet light, its round head raised, carrying two machine guns that spun around but couldn't fire a single bullet.

"Hey, are you still throwing a tantrum at me? Rhodes Island has three more cars like you!" Lin Lu patted Gatling-1's head, waved to Anemone, and called out, "Take them all with you."

"Yes, doctor."

With an air of domineering power, Anemone stomped on Gatling-1's head. Her rationality told her that the vehicle was quite valuable, but her emotions were stirred by Lin Lu's injury. If Lin Lu hadn't thought the thing was still useful, she would have scrapped Gatling-1 on the spot.

A flash of silver light streaked across Anemone's eyes. Simply by stepping on Gatling-1, she altered the input commands, completely erasing the backdoor left by Thor Industries and changing the ownership information to Lin Lu.

Good afternoon, Mr. Lin.

Gatling-1 emitted a cool, mechanical female voice, paying homage to Lin Lu.

"Okay, go to the first floor and wait for my subordinates to carry out the transfer. I will synchronize the communication key to you," Lin Lu instructed.

"Yes, Mr. Lin."

Gatling-1 responded coldly, its wheels rumbling as it rolled away, crushing the spent cartridge cases scattered on the ground.

Seeing this, Anemone pouted somewhat unhappily: "I didn't expect you to have this kind of taste, Doctor. I now seriously suspect that you even go after the Lancet-2 medical vehicle. No wonder you can't even give a second glance to a beauty like me with a slim waist, long legs, and big breasts. So this is what you like."

The silver lotus flower gently touched the heavy heart on her chest and looked at Lin Lu with a resentful expression.

Lin Lu was speechless for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, "At least I can see and touch Lancet-2. In winter, it can be used as a hand warmer, and in summer, it's like a portable air conditioner when you turn it on. No matter how good your figure is, I can't eat it, you..."

Lin Lu's teasing gradually subsided, and for the first time, he saw Yinlianhua show a sad expression.

A look of melancholy appeared on Anemone's beautiful face. She hugged her left arm and pursed her lips with a bitter expression.

How could she not want to touch the actual object?

She wanted to hug Lin Lu countless times, to lend a helping hand when he was most tired and needed warmth the most, but she couldn't.

Because she was merely a remnant soul left behind by countless obsessions.

"Sorry, I made a mistake."

Lin Lu honestly admitted his mistake. The more sunny a girl is like Yinlianhua, the harder it is for her to get over truly difficult things.

"It's alright, Doctor. Hmph, if I ever get the chance to touch you, I'll definitely beat you up."

Anemone smiled serenely, brandishing her fist menacingly. As if the sadness that had just graced her face had never existed, she remained the flawless AI maid. Her system had never programmed any commands for expressions of bitterness, sorrow, or dejection.

Lin Lu said no more and silently kept the matter in mind.

Or should we find a body for Anemone? Should we just find one that can be inflated, or should we find one made of better material? I feel like it can't hold down this human cannon of mine. What if it explodes during piston-like motion? Maybe I should just use Abyssal Extract to handcraft a humanoid figure...

"Doctor, if you're going to worry about me, you'd be better off worrying about yourself." Silver Lotus emerged from behind Lin Lu, arms crossed, with a haughty expression that seemed to say, "My little sister can't be this cute," and stuck out her tongue. "There are enemies at the corner at the end of the corridor. There are sixteen of them. It seems they've brought out their last reserves, including four Thor Industries rapid-fire crossbows. Doctor, what should we do?"

"We've killed enough today... Let Jessica have a good dream."

Lin Lu twisted his waist, casually tossed the military shovel aside, and walked to the French windows.

Hurried footsteps came from behind, the rhythmic, overlapping sounds of running indicating that the enemy was approaching, even without using one's spiritual domain.

Lin Lu steadied himself, boldly exposing his back to the enemy, and stared directly at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him. Through the reflection in the glass, he could see fully armed mercenaries rushing towards him.

"Hopefully Jessica isn't afraid of heights."

Lin Lu calmly pressed the central core of the Ark Driver. A faint white light emerged from the gaps in the heavy armor, projecting directly into the interior of the armor like a mirror. Iron blocks rose up from various parts of the torso, their glow seeping out from the gaps, with faint electrical currents running through them.

"Cast Off!"

A burst of white light erupted, as if a new star were rising from the plane.

The iron block split into countless fragments, which scattered into millions of points of light in the radiance, refracting the light like a mirror.

The mercenary who charged forward, seeing that he was about to pierce Lin Lu's heart, was unexpectedly stabbed by countless fragments, sustaining hundreds of wounds. The mercenaries behind him were the same; the more desperate a mercenary was, the more eager they were to be reborn.

Originally, Lin Lu didn't intend to waste time calling out names one by one, but some people felt that the sun was shining and the rain had stopped, so they could do it again.

As the dazzling light faded, the mercenaries opened their sore eyes and, despite their discomfort, stared intently ahead.

Aside from the blood-soaked corpses scattered on the ground, the double-reinforced floor-to-ceiling windows, which could withstand gunfire and sniper fire, were shattered, but there was no sign of the enemy.

"Jumped, jumped off a building?"