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As Lin Lu used the black mud, these dark substances were also eroding him.

"Doctor, are you alright?"

"...Yes, I'm fine."

Lin Lu slowly exhaled a chilling breath. He took out a ring from his pocket—a trigger device for Originium Arts that he had obtained from Alexander Anlondor. As Lin Lu channeled his mental energy, the excess Abyss Extracts on his body were transferred into the ring, filling the void left after the Shadow Guard was erased.

As the bloodstains on his body dissipated, Lin Lu felt much less heavy, but the sticky feeling of blood on his hands lingered.

"That's why... I don't want to become like I used to be."

Lin Lu chuckled self-deprecatingly, gripped the ring tightly, and put it back in his pocket.

If he could, he wouldn't want to have the chance to use abyssal matter again. But he knew he couldn't escape it. Just like his past, as long as he was in this world, all the people he had known and the things he had done would come back to haunt him.

It's like fate.

Lin Lu is destined to become the king of the Army Without Borders once again.

Even if he no longer wanted to bear so many burdens, even if all he wanted was to be with the people he cared about, even if he only intended to be an ordinary Rhodes Island doctor, taking care of his operators and leading them to witness a bright future that infected people could also have.

He did not desire unparalleled private military power, nor did he want to be a ruler above all others.

He just wanted to live with these lovely operators. He hoped that Kal'tsit would pay more attention to her health. He hoped that Amiya could grow up quickly, but he didn't want to see her grow up too fast and didn't want to miss her growth.

This is all Lin Lu wanted.

only……

Reality always requires compromise, doesn't it?

The private elevator led to the underground parking lot. The elevator doors opened automatically, where Asayama, the leader of the Borderless Army intelligence team, had been waiting for a long time.

"This book of injustices is yours. Use whatever means necessary to make those who wrote it down pay the price they deserve..." Lin Lu handed the red book to Chao Shan, his eyes gleaming with cold light.

Chaoshan accepted the Record of Injustice Rectification with both hands, looking directly at Lin Lu and meeting his deep, dark eyes.

"As you wish, my king."

Chapter 274 Not a Single One Left Alive! (4K)

A black luxury sedan drove along the streets of the affluent Lungmen neighborhood, with towering buildings receding into the distance outside the window, resembling a moving steel forest. Vibrant flowers were planted in the middle of the road, serving as boundaries between entrances and exits, adding a touch of color to the otherwise monotonous drive.

I wonder how much time, energy, and money the laborers in Longmen spend cultivating flowers every day.

Planting flower-lined paths stretching for kilometers in a mobile city is no simple feat, given that the roads are built on solid iron slabs, not soil. They even utilized technology previously used for growing crops in mobile cities to cultivate the flowers. All this extravagance, just to slightly increase the happiness index of the wealthy.

The Dragon Gate's efforts to retain these wealthy individuals are truly meticulous and admirable.

Lin Lu sat in the back seat of the car, his hood pulled down, his long, silvery-white hair cascading over his shoulders. His cobalt blue eyes were reflected in the car window, his gaze somewhat weary, and even his scholarly face showed signs of fatigue.

Perhaps I'm destined to be a laborer. I finally woke up from my coma, only to find myself facing a mountain of problems on my very first day back.

Lin Lu yawned and shrunk his digitized spiritual domain to just cover the entire car, thus conserving his mental energy.

This high-end sedan, modified by the Army Without Borders research and development team, is essentially a war machine.

Whether it's the body made of special alloy, the windows that can withstand magical attacks and defend against gun and crossbow bullets, or the Tigrex engine, they can all play an unexpected role when necessary.

The only drawback is the lack of heavy firepower.

This was probably the source of discontent among all the members of the Army Without Borders development team. After all, in Lungmen, they had to keep a low profile before their official debut. They were clearly adhering to BIG BOSS's philosophy: explosions are art, and art is Patrick Star. Whether it was equipping their combat squads or developing siege weaponry, they spared no effort in miniaturizing weapons and maximizing their power.

The entire R&D team shares a regret, a regret that dates back three years and remains unforgettable.

Their laziness and ignorance caused them to lose many important people, and almost lose the most important one.

At this moment, apart from his loyal henchman Clayton, who was silently driving, the head of the intelligence team, Chaoshan, sat quietly beside Lin Lu. She flipped through the red notebook in her hand, lost in thought.

Originally, this operation didn't require Chaoshan's involvement; she only needed to have the support team members help move the unconscious mercenaries. However, Chaoshan had a gut feeling that after the long-awaited completion of the mission, the BOSS definitely needed a caring companion to assist him, support him, encourage him, comfort him, and take care of him!

How could Chaoshan possibly miss out on something that could so easily boost his favorability!

Therefore, Chaoshan deliberately used some excuses to send that foolish woman Baihuang away, and everything was under her control.

Even those few eyesores were loaded into another vehicle by her team members and sent to Army Without Borders' safe house-like location in Lungmen for corporate culture exchange and new employee interviews.

Although these individuals have gained the boss's approval, they still need to undergo a series of brainwashing (crossed out) training sessions before a decision is made on whether to adopt them. It's impossible to instantly transport someone to a paradise upon first meeting; not everyone is qualified for that.

"Boss, I've memorized all the people listed here." Chaoshan closed the Book of Injustice Rectification in her hand. She suddenly understood why the Boss called this notebook the Book of Injustice Rectification. She was also willing to act on Lin Lu's will and send these people into the abyss.

Chaoshan slowly exhaled: "BOSS, please rest assured to leave this matter to me. I will plunder everything they have and make them pay the price. Not a single person up here will escape."

"Ah."

Lin Lu nodded, his gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

The difference between the rich areas and the slums was hard for him to describe; although they were both in Lungmen, they felt like two different cities.

Lin Lu slowly closed his eyes, recalling the events of the day.

It's very chaotic; Lungmen's current situation is extremely chaotic.

According to information provided by the scammers, the conflict in the Lungmen slum was initially caused by an organization called "Lungmen New Life".

The new members of Lungmen are basically Lungmen citizens. In addition to the spoiled brats who support them, there are also many Lungmen university students, yellow-clad reporters who buy press passes for 500 Lungmen coins, as well as hired thugs and private mercenaries.

The new generation of Lungmen has only one philosophy: to expel the infected, hunt down the infected, and slaughter the infected.

The organization's radicalism stems primarily from the impact of the Reunion Movement's attacks on Lungmen, which fueled the Lungmen citizens' hatred towards the infected. This led to indiscriminate discrimination against Oripathy-infected individuals in Lungmen, a city that was previously relatively tolerant of capable and talented infected.

It's not just in the slums; Lungmen freshmen can be found everywhere except in the wealthy areas.

The new leaders of Lungmen have adopted hunting infected individuals as a bounty. Regardless of age or gender, anyone killed as an infected will receive 3,000 Lungmen Dollars, with no legal repercussions afterward. They guarantee that if you go to the Guard Bureau in the morning, you'll be bailed out by the afternoon, and you can even dance awkwardly in court and fart at the Guard Bureau officers.

As a result, Lungmen university students who were still on winter break formed teams and joined in on the Lungmen forum. After all, three thousand Lungmen coins were definitely not a small amount for people like them who usually spent a lot of money and indulged in a luxurious lifestyle.

Instigated by those with ulterior motives, the pampered young men, accustomed to a life of ease, eagerly ventured into the slums to participate in a delightful hunting expedition. However, reality proved far different from their expectations: the sons of various wealthy conglomerates all perished in the slums, killed by the Reunion Movement—at least, that's the information their families received.

In reality, these people who posed as members of the Reunion Movement to launch the attack were actually mercenaries from Silverwing Security Contractors.

On the last page of the book *The Evidence of Injustice Rectified*, Edward Wenger wrote this matter down clearly.

The Lungmen New Generation Organization was originally just a group of cynical thugs. After the Reunion Movement's infected attack, the Alexander faction contacted them and orchestrated the scheme behind the scenes.

The Alexander faction's primary objective was to sabotage Lungmen's economy, trade, and tourism in collaboration with Colombian federal agents, profiting from the disruption. This is why the once-obscure Lungmen freshmen organization transformed overnight into a well-supplied, large-scale group, with each member receiving ample weaponry and equipment. Its nominal membership exceeded a thousand, and it was fully prepared in terms of both money and power; even the judges were on their side. Having tasted the sweetness of desire, these young people could no longer return to their ordinary, monotonous lives, sinking into depravity.

This is a win-win situation for both Silverwing Security Contractors and the Alexander faction.

The more chaotic things are at Longmen, the more opportunities there are.

Private armed forces are built on chaos. If Lungmen were truly peaceful, how could Silverwing have risen to prominence? As Lungmen's only security contractor, Silverwing was thriving, but unfortunately... they messed with the wrong people.

The information Lin Lu obtained was not just a copy of the "Record of Wrongful Convictions". When Yinlianhua hacked into the Silverwing Security Contractor's system, all of the other party's information was synchronized by Yinlianhua to the mobile terminal and imported out, and handed over to Chaoshan.

Since the other party has provoked him, it would be impolite not to finish him off.

"Boss, Team Leader Chaoshan, we've arrived."

The driver, Clayton, who tried his best to minimize his presence throughout the journey, spoke up.

Clayton was well aware that his boss was pursuing the Big Boss. If he were to be too conspicuous, his boss might hold a grudge later. No matter how much he admired the Big Boss, he could only keep quiet and not even dare to turn his head.

Clayton wasn't so foolish as to try anything funny in front of Asayama, the leader of the Army Without Borders intelligence team. Wasn't it better to be alive?

Clayton stepped out of the car first, dressed in a black suit with gold-plated buttons on his collar. A fine, expensive watch was faintly visible from the cuffs of his shirt, and he walked with the elegance of an aristocrat. He turned respectfully to the back seat, opened the door, and carefully placed his hand on it, as attentively as a car boy.

Lin Lu slowly put his helmet back on and led Chao Shan out.

Looking at her and Lin Lu's clasped hands, Chao Shan suddenly felt that her trip had been worthwhile. She couldn't help but smile shyly, like a little girl experiencing her first love.

The moment the three of them got out of the car, they attracted a lot of attention.

This is Starlight Mansion, a high-end villa area in Longmen's affluent district.

Edward Wenger's mansion is located here, occupying a considerable area with a huge garden and lawn, covering nearly a thousand square meters. In Longmen, where land is incredibly valuable, such a high-end villa would fetch a hefty price tag, a testament to the Silverwing CEO's smooth sailing these past few years. One wonders what evil deeds he's committed outside, and even more so, what turmoil has unfolded within this villa.

"Stop! Please show your identification."

Unaware that their company had been blown up by their own organization, the Silverwing mercenaries stopped Lin Lu and his group. Their weapons were blatantly displayed on their waists, giving them a rather unfriendly appearance.

The two mercenaries scrutinized Lin Lu, and upon seeing his dusty black overcoat, they couldn't help but shake their heads.

This is an affluent area, specifically Courtyard 6 of Starlight Mansion, the private residence of the Silverwing CEO. How could there possibly be such an inconsiderate guest here?

The mercenaries turned to look at the girl in the magnificent embroidered robe, and their eyes lit up instantly.

Even with a black veil covering her entire face, her exposed eyes were enough to captivate anyone. A faint blush lingered at the corners of her eyes, and her elegantly styled hair, adorned with a gold hairpin embellished with jade, adorned her headdress, giving her the refined air of a noblewoman from the Yan Kingdom. Standing there, leaning against Lin Lu, she appeared like a young girl in the throes of first love, yet exuded an aura of regal authority.

The mercenaries immediately understood.

No wonder this person looks like a scavenger; he's actually a pimp.

It's obvious this beauty is here to curry favor with President Edward; I wonder which family's heiress she is. Hopefully, this time we can at least have a taste of the good life. Seeing so much meat on the table every day, only able to look on with envy, is just too painful.

"Boss, may I make a move?"

Chaoshan glanced at the two mercenaries. With her life experience, how could she not see what their eyes meant and what they were thinking?

Lin Lu nodded and said slowly, "There's no need to leave any survivors."

The two mercenaries immediately dropped their mocking expressions, wondering if they had misheard. How dare this seemingly frail man utter such arrogant words?

This directly touches on their death line; mercenaries are extremely wary of the phrase "leave no survivors."

"Stop right now! Hands up! If you dare to move an inch, we'll—" Before the mercenary could finish his shout, his head suddenly turned 180 degrees, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

The other man took several steps back in terror, trying to raise his weapon, only to find his hands bent in the opposite direction. Before he could utter a sound, his head followed his companion's, turning to face the face he had longed for.

Chaoshan clapped her hands. She appeared behind the mercenaries without anyone noticing, moving so fast that even the data-driven spiritual domain could barely detect her.

"That felt great! I haven't punched anyone in ages. I've been working in logistics all this time and I'm about to go crazy!" Asayama stretched happily, her every move exuding charm and making her seem like a vibrant young girl.

Clayton silently lowered the short axe he had raised; thankfully, he was slow to react and did not immediately attack.

If he ruins the boss's mood, he'll definitely be in big trouble when they get back from this mission. Boss Chaoshan is known for her excellent memory; she can remember even the most trivial thing from four years ago and will settle scores with her later.

“…Not bad, really not bad.”

Lin Lu mentally recreated Chao Shan's attack methods; her martial arts were quite unique, capable of shielding others from perception.

In Lin Lu's eyes, Chao Shan had simply walked up to the mercenary, raised her hand to hold his neck, and twisted it. However, her speed and precision were so great that it gave the illusion that she hadn't even made a move.

"Alright, let's go inside. All the mercenaries in this house—"

Lin Lu slightly raised his eyes, his digitized spiritual domain covering the entire Starlight Mansion Courtyard No. 6, marking all enemies. He saw many things, many filthy things. Especially the basement, no less than the secret room on the sixteenth floor of the Silverwing Building, filled with torture instruments for pleasure.

Through the spirit realm, Lin Lu also saw the beauties that Edward Wenger had tried to use as bargaining chips to get Lin Lu to spare his life before he died. These beauties were wrapped in thin clothes and were imprisoned separately in cages, their freedom restricted like livestock.

Lin Lu's gaze was icy as he coldly declared, "Leave no one alive!"

Upon reaching the mountain, Klayton responded simultaneously, "As you wish, Great Chief."

Chapter 275 Your Horse is Gone (5K)

Group 4⑧87④97⑨9

Lungmen Guard Bureau Building, Witness Room.

Escorted by two Guards officers, Edward Ugg arrived at the location as he had hoped.

"Go inside. I'm warning you, don't try anything funny, or you'll be in for a world of hurt. Don't blame me for not warning you, you'd better behave yourself."

A police officer used a temporary authorization card to open the door to the witness room, confiscated all of Ug's belongings, pushed Ug, who was handcuffed, inside, and closed the door behind him.

"Okay, big brother, no problem, big brother!"

Ug raised his hands and waved, finally getting a brief respite from his tense nerves.

If there is any place in Lungmen that is absolutely safe, it must be the witness room of the Lungmen Guard Bureau.

Not only is the security here extremely tight, with police officers constantly on duty in shifts outside, but even the walls and windows are made of the highest quality materials, capable of withstanding a surprise attack for a considerable period. Even the ventilation system is independent to prevent anyone from using it to infiltrate and release poison gas. Furthermore, besides the guards who possess temporary authorization cards that expire periodically, only officers of senior superintendent rank or higher are allowed entry. It's practically foolproof, with a security level of 100%.

If this place is breached, then there will probably be no other safe place in Lungmen.

Ug squatted by the doorway, trying to calm himself. He had been on tenterhooks the whole way, fearing that he might be robbed by bandits while riding in the police car and singing. For some reason, a subconscious thought kept telling him to go to the witness stand, or he would surely die.

This is probably what they call the will to survive, right?

"I wonder if Wenger will bail me out of here later... Ugh, never mind, I just sold him out not long ago, he probably wants to kill me right now."

Ugg hadn't forgotten how he'd traded the intelligence about the assassins coming from Silverwing Security Contractors for his own life. He frowned, thinking, "Wait, what if that tigress Superintendent brings Wenger here? If Wenger also chooses to reveal Alexander's commission like I have, it's not impossible for him to be put in the witness section... No, I still need to find a powerful backer to cling to; saving my life is the priority!"