Ark Chess Player.

One of the mercenaries muttered to himself.

"Why don't you go take a look?" The mercenary next to him nudged him.

The mercenary, who had been pushed a step, immediately flew into a rage and shouted, "Then why don't you go?!"

The situation remained deadlocked, but no one dared to approach any further.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Lin Lu seemed to be flying through the air, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness.

Lin Lu remained in his Knight Riding form, but he added an extra layer of Mirror Originium Arts to Jessica, who was dressed in light armor. He projected the knowledge stored in his mind into reality, attaching a Pilot Jumping Device and a grappling hook to her lower back, allowing her to move freely.

When Lin Lu leaped from the floor-to-ceiling window on the twelfth floor, a height of nearly forty meters, he looked up at the sky, his entire body bathed in the sunlight. The sky and the earth seemed to merge, the whole world reflected in his eyes, and the data processing information in the Spirit Realm became incredibly responsive. It was as if a god was looking down upon all living beings; the Spirit Realm, which had long been confined to version 5.0, was showing signs of evolution.

Even if it's just equipment that's been conceived in his mind and materialized in reality, Lin Lu can use it quite skillfully.

With a slight twist of her slender waist, Lin Lu manipulated the jumping device to launch a grappling hook that fiercely bit into the outer wall of the building. The rope connecting the grappling hook suddenly taut, and she deftly swung herself upwards along the momentum of the kinetic energy, like a stone on a slingshot.

Lin Lu didn't bring a parachute, and even if he did, there was no chance of it deploying at this altitude. Falling from this height would be too much for even him. Even so, he still fully enjoyed the feeling of flying, suppressing the urge to cheer in the air.

Lin Lu always disregards his own life and death in every action, making the greatest effort to achieve his goals.

Using the momentum of the grappling hook, Lin Lu stepped onto the glass curtain wall and performed a double jump in mid-air, a feat impossible for a human. The Iron Pilot's jumping device successfully achieved a skill that Virgil could never learn in his entire life.

Lin Lu arrived at the fourteenth floor almost instantly, but that wasn't enough; his target was the sixteenth floor!

The grappling hook popped out again, and Lin Lu ran and jumped through the air, constantly closing the distance.

Office on the sixteenth floor of the Silver Wing Building.

When Wenger could no longer see the situation on the monitor, he was both anxious and furious. In a fit of rage, he transformed into a master desktop cleaner and smashed the monitor to the ground. He immediately regretted it; what if that person had broken through the twelfth floor and reached the thirteenth or fourteenth? Thinking of this, he quickly picked up the monitor and reconnected it to the power. The shattered, distorted screen mercilessly mocked him, and Wenger could only clutch his head in fear.

Wenger cowered under his desk, trembling for a while, when he suddenly remembered, "Don't I have a gun?!"

I still have my huge hunting rifle! What am I afraid of?

Why am I getting more and more afraid of death as I get older? Where did that iron-blooded mercenary who used to hang his head on his waist go? Where did that man who dared to venture alone into the outskirts of Ursus to hunt wild beasts for two thousand rubles go?!

Wenger felt a surge of courage.

Perhaps it's because his current life is too comfortable, enjoying luxury cars and mansions every day, and having different beauties in bed with him every night. This material life has made Wenger forget that he was once a stud, and he's reluctant to go back to the days when he was starving and had to do anything to survive.

Wenger stood up and opened the drawer.

The oversized hunting rifle lies here quietly.

Wenger picked up the hunting rifle, and just as he was beginning to relax, a knock on the door startled him so much that he almost dropped the rifle.

He focused his attention on the door, but the sound was not coming from there, but from the opposite direction.

Wenger instinctively turned his head, his heart rate instantly soaring to 120 beats per minute.

A dark figure was reflected outside the floor-to-ceiling window!

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Wenger's pupils dilated in shock, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

It's understandable that he would feel fear; he had watched with his own eyes as his subordinates were slaughtered like livestock by this female demon!

If this had happened yesterday, and someone had told Wenger that someone would single-handedly storm from the first floor of the Silverwing Tower to the sixteenth-floor headquarters, he would probably have laughed and thrown that person off the sixteenth floor, then grumbled and ran off to the Drunken Moon Pavilion to enjoy his life.

Wenger was utterly astonished that the other party would actually climb all the way up from the twelfth floor; he couldn't believe they'd pulled that off. Those damn bastards at Thor Industries, taking money and not doing their jobs properly—why hadn't they considered this beforehand?!

"Enough! I don't care if you're human or ghost... you all have to die!!"

The hunting rifle in Wenger's hand gave him the courage to fight back, and his mind kept recalling his past feats.

He ventured alone into the frigid northern border of Ursus, hunting over a dozen wild beasts and killing no fewer than a hundred enemies, earning him the title of "Headless Wenger"! This was because he had a habit of personally beheading any enemy he encountered and making them into specimens.

His basement in a border village in Ursus is still crammed with his collection.

"Die!!"

Wenger raised the Beast Hunter Gun with both hands. Strictly speaking, this weapon wasn't a true firearm, but rather a miniature hand cannon made from Originium particles and pulley modules. The Beast Hunter Gun had a 33mm caliber, capable of piercing iron walls, and even grotesque beasts mutated by Originium infection couldn't withstand its attack.

As Wenger's mental pillar, his hunting rifle was maintained almost every two days, with a bullet always kept in the magazine. He didn't know when someone would come to take his life, but he had to at least have a fighting chance and could not simply wait to die.

Now is the day when the hunting rifle roars once more!

Wenger stared wide-eyed straight ahead; this shot had to hit, he only had one chance!

The trigger was pulled, the Originium particles were ignited, and the slide module rapidly contracted, expanded, and released. A dazzling flash of light erupted from the muzzle. Wenger, who had stopped exercising in recent years and instead indulged in women, felt as if a giant hammer had struck his chest, a surge of heat rushing to his throat.

Even though he was standing with his legs apart, using his shoulders as the fulcrum to bear the recoil, half of his body was still numb from the shock.

It was worth it; Wenger, who had fallen to the ground, stared intently ahead.

The human body has its limits! He refused to believe that anyone could withstand such a blow!

The destructive power of the large-caliber bullet was terrifying; even the air itself emitted a piercing explosion. The incredibly sturdy reinforced glass instantly developed numerous cracks, shattering along with the figure pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window into countless fragments.

Harmful smoke from the Originium billowed from the muzzle of the Hunter's Gun. Wenger paid no heed to the Calamity Stone that he had once kept at a distance; all his attention was focused on what was before him. His gaze darted back and forth, searching for the bloodstains, chunks of flesh, or even a tattered rag he so desperately wanted.

Given the power of the hunting rifle, a normal person directly hit by it would be cut in half at the waist. Even with excellent armor, it would be useless unless it was made of the legendary top-grade D32 steel; otherwise, it would be impossible to emerge unscathed, absolutely impossible!!

"Ah, ah... how could this be..."

Wenger stared wide-eyed and let out a wail.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the shattered figures gradually reformed, standing once more as if nothing had happened. In contrast, the high-strength glass, strong enough to withstand bullets, shattered into countless fragments.

A cool breeze blew in from the broken French windows, rustling the debris on the ground.

This is a trap.

Wenger realized it was a trap, but he realized it too late.

He actually tore down his own barrier! It's like handing his life over to the other side with his own hands!!

What kind of enemy could possibly manipulate him so easily, as if every move he made was pre-planned?

A grappling hook reached into the office ceiling, and Lin Lu swung along the rope, easily entering the office. He waved, retracting the Phantom Pilot that had been mimicking his movements to confuse the enemy.

A simple strategy that effortlessly eliminates the enemy's last line of defense.

Lin Lushuang held a completely black pistol, Jessica's weapon, showing how much she cherished it. The pistol was equipped with a muzzle compensator to increase barrel weight, reducing recoil and barrel rise during firing, thus improving accuracy. The specially designed quick-release magazine also served this purpose, allowing for rapid magazine replacement even after the last round had been fired and the bolt had held open.

At this moment, Lin Lu maintained the posture of the Central Axis Heavy Locking System (CARS) firing method.

He held the pistols in front of his chest, stood sideways with his legs apart and knees slightly bent to maintain his balance.

This is a complete system that includes applied shooting theory, shooting and conversion, post-firing cleanup, reloading and obstacle removal, and weapon protection.

This shooting tactic is basically only understood by mercenaries of the Army Without Borders. It involves agile combat footwork, a stylish and stable grip on the gun, and elbow strikes that combine body movement with gravity. It was personally taught by BIG BOSS. Even Blacksteel International can only use different shooting tactics. They are still focused on maintaining the stability of their firearms by trying to inject Originium Arts, and have no time to pay attention to anything else.

Lin Lu hoped that through this advanced combat record, he could share some of his insignificant experience with Jessica.

"……This is?"

Lin Lu frowned. The data-driven spiritual domain covered the entire office, including the safe that Wenger had hidden in the wall.

Not only that, Lin Lu also discovered many, many things.

Really good at playing.

"Stop right there! Don't move!"

Wenger raised his hunting rifle, feigning intimidation, and said, "Who are you? If you move another inch, I'll shoot!"

"...Then why don't you shoot?"

Lin Lu stared at Wenger. If Jessica herself were present at this moment, she would never believe that she would show such a look.

His dark green eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty glint, like a warrior blinded by bloodshed, his eyes seemingly concealing a battlefield.

Wenger dared not meet Lin Lu's gaze, as if a knife was pressed against his pupils, piercing him with the slightest blink.

"I, I surrender."

Wenger shakily put down the empty hunting rifle. Even if there were bullets left, it would be useless; with his physique, firing one shot was already his limit. If he were to fire again, the recoil alone might kill him without Lin Lu even lifting a finger.

"Kneel down."

Lin Lu said in a deep voice.

"Huh?" Wenger hadn't yet realized what Lin Lu meant.

The next second, in front of him, the girl with the shrewish demeanor of a female demon opened fire without saying a word.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Wenger's left index and middle fingers were shattered by the gun. He immediately knelt down, crying and clutching his bleeding left hand. The saying that the ten fingers are connected to the heart is no joke, because the human fingers have more nerve endings than other parts of the body, and the indescribable pain shot straight to the top of his head.

Lin Lu's face was ashen. He had originally planned to end this man with a single shot, but he had now changed his mind.

Do you know why I'm here?

"You, you are..."

Wenger endured the excruciating pain and fear; he had so many enemies that he couldn't even begin to name them all.

Putting aside everything else, in just the last two days, nearly ten wealthy young men have been killed.

"It's okay, take your time, there's plenty of time."

Lin Lu gave a cold laugh. He walked halfway around the office and came to his desk. He skillfully found a red button under the desk and pressed it firmly.

Wenger's lowered gaze followed Lin Lu's every move. When he saw that the female demon had actually found the switch to his secret room, he inwardly cried out in alarm, but dared not stand up. He knelt on the ground, covered in sweat, unsure whether it was from pain or guilt.

A faint sound came from inside; the whirring of machinery was clearly audible in the quiet room.

This luxurious office even contained a secret room, hidden in a rather secluded place, concealed by bookshelves. If Lin Lu didn't have his digitized spiritual domain as an aid, not only him, but perhaps only Wenger... and the designers at Thor Industries would know about this place.

Lin Lu could feel a wave of bloody energy rushing towards him simply by standing at the door.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Lu pressed the side lever of the Ark Driver and ejected the Sniper-class card.

Lin Lu decisively abruptly stopped his Knight piloting form because he didn't want Jessica to see what was about to happen. Not just Jessica, but he didn't want any of the Rhodes Island operators to know.

This is not something they should be aware of now; perhaps one day they will discover that there are things in this world more terrifying than death. But as long as Lin Lu lives, he will shield them from this darkness and prevent these things from happening around them.

Wenger stared in horror as the short girl standing in front of him suddenly transformed into a mysterious figure in a black robe. The temperature around him seemed to drop to below zero degrees Celsius, and even his breath condensed into mist. Perhaps this was not an illusion.

The other party slowly turned his head, his cobalt blue eyes, which were ten times more imposing than before, staring intently at Wenger.

Wenger felt as if he were being pricked with needles in his head. His head jerked back, and he tried to scream but couldn't make a sound. Blood flowed from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. It felt as if someone was choking him, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he could vaguely hear the sound of his neck bones cracking.

Wenger's entire body convulsed; the sound of bones cracking acted directly on his bone conduction, even more terrifying than auditory perception. His vision blurred, his oxygen-deprived brain began to hallucinate, and his consciousness descended into chaos.

"Humph!"

Lin Lu snorted coldly and stopped applying pressure with his spiritual domain, otherwise Wenger would suffer brain death in another minute.

Wenger collapsed to the ground, barely breathing, and looked like he was half-dead.

"I never expected that someone with such thick eyebrows and big eyes, who looks like a human being, would be so filthy and disgusting underneath."

Lin Lu said calmly. At the end of his line of sight, strands of long hair were tied up and hung on the railing of the secret room.

The headless Wenger, besides his fondness for collecting enemy heads, also had other targets for his hunt. These included prostitutes with whom he had shared pleasures, naive and innocent female students, the wives and daughters of his enemies, and even the daughters of wealthy families.

This is why Lin Lu immediately deactivated his Knight Rider form after opening the door; he knew that borrowing the operators' power was not a one-sided affair. His actions would appear as dreams, or as synchronized images that would surface when the operators had a sudden inspiration.

Angelina's reaction revealed that she had dreamt of Lin Lu transforming into a Quality Visitor in Chernobog's Upper City, displaying supernatural powers and simultaneously unleashing three Originium Arts. He showed no fear in the face of the colossal monster, displaying an unstoppable force.

"To be honest, I wasn't that surprised when I noticed the sour smell and excessive air freshener in the air. After all, I know that people have desires, and I've even fantasized about office romances like this. But what I didn't expect was that when these things were exposed to me, even someone as ruthless as me was shocked."

Lin Lu muttered to himself, actually speaking to Anemone, not to Wenger.

Yinlian stood solemnly beside Lin Lu, remaining silent, and even she felt her mind tremble as a result.

"Anemone, close your eyes."

Lin Lu took a deep breath outside the door and stepped into the secret room.

When Lin Lu came out, his expression was solemn, and even his worldview underwent a subtle change.

Strictly speaking, Lin Lu had only been out of the Chernobog sarcophagus for less than a month, and in a sense, his life experience was a blank slate. He had no memory, and his actions were based entirely on his own will and the knowledge in his mind, adhering to a single principle.

I'll be good to whoever is good to me.

Anyone who tries to disgust me, I'll scatter your ancestors to the wind, burn them to ashes, and stuff them into your mouth right here and now.

Lin Lu is now eager to contact Wenger's family.

"I once wondered where Alexander Anlondor's shadow guards got their daily supply of fresh flesh and blood. Now I see, now I see."