Ark Chess Player.

"A bunch of useless people, wasting my money."

The man referred to as the boss coughed up a mouthful of phlegm and casually took the handkerchief handed to him by one of his subordinates.

The economic resources and special weapons supplies of Lungmen New Life all come from these people. Their identities are not hard to guess; they are freedom defenders from the Colombian Federation. They are kind, they are generous, they are the Terra Police, determined to protect world peace.

—That's what they said themselves; anyone who believes that is a fool.

The boss casually flicked his cigarette butt and waved his hand: "Stop if you can, otherwise let it be. We've achieved our goal, taken most of the photos, and recorded the video footage. Next, we'll spread it online... Tsk, if this rural place didn't lack internet, why would I have bothered to come here personally to supervise? Forget it, I'm tired, I'll head back now."

"Yes."

The underlings thought to themselves, "No wonder he's the boss; even running away can be justified so confidently."

"Kingslayer, the crossbowman on the left upstairs is yours."

Franka gave a warning and turned to deal with the man in the suit who was hiding in the shadows and trying to use the Originium explosive launcher.

The Kingslayer silently drew her carbon fiber short blade, the bright blade reflecting her eyes like a boiling pool of blood.

The red shadows intertwined continuously, like flowing light outlining regular patterns in this three-dimensional space. Each time the brush paused, it signified the death of a hospitable Colombian defender of freedom.

By the time the heavy-armored operators arrived, their mission had already been conveniently completed by the Kingslayer.

Blood and violence are deeply etched into the hearts of these young people who have just entered Lungmen. Only now do they realize how precious the peace and tranquility they once despised truly are. If they were given the choice again, they... would probably still foolishly follow along in pursuit of thrills and make a quick buck.

After all, history has always shown that humanity keeps repeating the same mistakes.

"Texas, did you provoke her before?"

Exusiai poked Texas's waist with a mischievous grin, her smile particularly wicked.

Texas frowned and dodged to the side, watching the Kingslayer's retreating figure as she fell into deep thought.

Why... did she vaguely recognize the Originium Arts of the Kingslayer? But she couldn't quite put her finger on it...

"Miss Kingslayer, please come here for a moment."

Amiya smiled and waved to the Kingslayer.

The Kingslayer suddenly felt a chill creep up her spine, and her feverish mind gradually calmed down. Her previous overuse of Originium Arts had caused her entire body to burn, especially the Originium crystals on her skin, which were almost turning from black to red.

“Ah, Amiya…”

The Kingslayer hesitated to look at Amiya, who belatedly realized what she had done.

Damn it, is my image as the perfect older sister in Amiya's eyes going to be shattered because of this?

The regicide was somewhat unwilling to accept his fate.

"Please don't push yourself, Miss Kingslayer."

Amiya held the Kingslayer's hand, the blue ring shimmering with a faint light, comforting the Kingslayer's soul.

A cool breeze swept by, and the Kingslayer opened his mouth in surprise, his stinging limbs seemingly relieved.

This is not a healing spell, but Amiya's talent, her unique power.

The three most forbidden Originium talents are Time, Space, and Mind.

Amiya's power belongs to the very last, and if this power falls into the hands of someone with evil intentions, it will cause unimaginable disaster. That is why Kal'tsit made Amiya wear a ring with observation and suppression effects, so that she could conceal this ability as much as possible.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

“Miss Kingslayer, my mission requirements are very clear: kill only when necessary.” Amiya tightened her grip on the Kingslayer’s hand, took a step closer to her, and looked up at her. “If possible, could you please follow my instructions for the rest of your missions?”

"well……"

The regicide turned her head slightly, secretly swallowing back the words "So close!"

How can this child be so proactive! Is she really that worried about me? Amiya is such a good child!

Amiya then released her grip. She was somewhat helpless about the regicide's extreme actions. She had originally wanted to leave one alive to be interrogated by Instructor Dobermann... but there was no extra time now, so she decided to save costs.

Inside the abandoned warehouse, the original inhabitants of Lungmen slum coughed violently, clearly choked by the smoke, but they dared not come out.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Texas looked at the Reunion soldiers, her hand gripping the hilt of her Originium Sword, ready to draw her blade at any moment.

The other stared intently at Texas, then turned to look at the Kingslayer not far away, and finally back at the innocent infected behind him. He took a deep breath; the air was filled with a bitter, acrid smell that made one's throat ache.

"We didn't see you, and you didn't see us either."

"very good."

Texas turned to leave, but heard a word of advice behind her.

"Please, please pass on our message to the Kingslayer. If she intends to continue down this path, she should be prepared. We will not forgive her betrayal, but if she continues to act for the Infected, then... we hope we will never have to draw our swords against her."

The Reunion soldier, whose voice sounded rather hoarse, left after speaking; he had many things to do.

Since they had disobeyed military orders, they decided to continue disobeying them to the end and take good care of these infected people from Lungmen before leaving.

Texas didn't turn around. She sheathed her sword and said calmly, "I will."

The Kingslayer's outstanding performance meant that most people didn't have a chance to fight and could only deal with the fires as a side effect. Fortunately, Dr. Kal'tsit seemed to have anticipated this and provided numerous solutions for dealing with the fires.

Intriguingly, Dr. Kal'tsit reserved contacting the Lungmen Fire Department as the last option.

“Kingslayer, I have something to say to you.”

Texas repeated the Reunion soldiers' words verbatim.

She is a very serious person; she always keeps her promises, almost to the point of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After listening, the Kingslayer nodded and left, seemingly unaffected, leaving Texas somewhat bewildered.

"The rebirth of Lungmen is essentially pushing the infected in Lungmen completely into the Reunion Movement."

Texas picked up a chocolate bar and pondered, "The reason why Reunion was able to infiltrate here and know the slum's terrain so well must be because many infected people decided to follow them. But is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Sigh, these people would rather believe the Reunion Movement than Rhodes Island."

Exusiai rarely showed such a dejected expression, which surprised Texas.

Texas is quite familiar with Exusiai's personality; the two have completely different social styles. Although Exusiai can seemingly get along well with anyone, very few people are truly acknowledged by her. The fact that she can say something like this so naturally shows that Exusiai has a very high level of affection for Rhodes Island.

"Given an unseen future or a tangible present, which would you choose?"

Franka smiled. She could understand what these infected people in the slums were thinking because... she was infected too.

"Rhodes Island never makes empty promises. If they can do it, they can do it; if they can't, they can't. In contrast, Reunion is good at giving people unrealistic hope, telling the infected that they can defend their rights with their own strength. This is not wrong, after all, the infected have been tamed by generations of people over the years, not even daring to think or think. Even if it is a false illusion, most infected will follow in others' footsteps regardless of everything."

Franka once enjoyed a very high reputation at Blacksteel International.

Even though she was accidentally infected during a mission, her position did not change, but some things did change.

Franka's original partner terminated their cooperation with her as a result, and she took on more and more missions in the Originium radiation zone, with many deadly tasks being pushed onto her. Not only that, she occasionally heard rumors and gossip, even some rather malicious ones.

"Poor Franka-senpai, she took such good care of that person, but he secretly tampered with her hazmat suit."

"It's all because she always liked to stand out and was so self-righteous. Now look what's happened, she's contracted Oripathy, there's no saving her, she's doomed."

"Shh, stop talking, she's coming!"

"..."

Franka felt a jolt on her shoulder as she realized Razer had come over and put his hand on her shoulder.

"You look terrible, are you injured?" Razer inquired. "Should I call a medic?"

"You're flirting, huh? Feeling sorry for me now? Ouch, that hurts!"

Franka blinked, but before she could utter a few flirty words, Razer slapped her on the shoulder and gave her a good shock.

"Looks like everything's alright."

Razer rolled its eyes at her and returned to its original position.

"Tsk, you're so two-faced! Can't you just be honest?"

Franka smacked her lips, her previous heavy mood completely gone.

“One is the Integration Movement, adept at weaving dreams of hope; the other is a little rabbit who can never bear to deceive anyone.” Franka turned to Amiya and smiled. “And who would choose to believe us?”

"I believe."

His slightly immature voice revealed a calm and composed will.

No one expected that it would be Misha who stepped forward and stood beside Amiya.

"I believe in Amiya, and I also believe in... Rhodes Island."

Misha's gaze swept over Amiya until it settled on the Kingslayer.

Amiya's unwavering decision to help the infected, and the Kingslayer's selfless act, were both witnessed by Amiya.

"Misha..."

Amiya looked at the girl in front of her who was slightly taller than her and couldn't help but smile.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Chapter 291 Neat and Orderly (5K)

Reception room, Lungmen Guard Bureau Building.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the reception room was almost freezing, as if a breath could freeze.

On the chessboard, the players each had only a handful of pieces left.

The battle has reached its final moment, and the outcome could be decided at any time.

About twenty minutes ago, a guard rushed in to report some bad news.

A murder occurred in the witness room. The casualties at the scene included two armed police officers and one witness awaiting trial.

There were three perpetrators; one died, one was injured, and one attempted suicide. They have all been apprehended and are currently receiving emergency treatment.

Wei Yanwu listened to the news with a gloomy expression, watching helplessly as Alexander Sodan devoured his portrait.

This sounds terrible. For something like this to happen in Lungmen, the safest place, will have a huge impact if word gets out.

But fortunately...

Not a loss.

Wei Yanwu turned around and captured the opponent's cannon.

Another witness present in the witness panel, Edward Ugg, requested to apply for the Advanced Witness Protection Program. He provided damaging information about the Alexander family, including crucial intelligence such as the case being investigated by Superintendent Swire, the terrorist attack against Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals, and the identity of those providing government information. Although this is currently based solely on witness testimony and lacks physical evidence, the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) has accepted the case regarding corruption within the Alexander Swell faction.

Not only that……

Wei Yanwu now knows all the important secrets that Makarov was hiding.

Using listening devices is a common practice for the Guard Bureau.

The problem now is... Wei Yanwu wants to focus his search on Misha, who possesses the key to activate the Chernobog core city, but he doesn't have any spare manpower to send. The battle in the outer ring of Lungmen has been slow to come to a head. According to the communications officer's report, this attack is no smaller in scale than the nighttime attack launched by the Reunion Movement a few days ago. The situation is mired in a quagmire, and it's difficult to take another step forward.

Senior Superintendent Chan Fai-kit and Inspector Hoshiguma of Lungmen, these two top combatants, are currently dealing with anomalies brought about by the Reunion Movement. They simply cannot spare any attention for others, and even command-related matters have been delegated to other inspectors, demonstrating just how challenging the battle is.

Wei Yanwu pondered in his heart that there were still two senior superintendents left. One was Swire, and the other was... well, it was the old man's grandson, Alexander Swell. If Swire were in charge, he would definitely do a better job than the other inspectors. Unfortunately... before eliminating the Eagle Pulse Group, Swire had to stay in downtown Lungmen, otherwise the centralized management behind Lungmen would collapse.

Being the Governor of Lungmen is no easy job.

"What's wrong, Lao Wei? Don't you have any more chess games to play?"

Alexander Sodan beamed as his pieces gradually caught up with Wei Yanwu's. This meant his early sacrifice tactics had been quite successful, gradually eroding his opponent's spirit like a hunter slowly slaying a wild beast.

Wei Yanwu narrowed his eyes: "We never set a time limit for playing chess from the beginning, did we?"

"Of course, of course."

Sodan smiled even more broadly than him. He raised his hand, and the stunningly beautiful woman standing beside him immediately handed him a prototype mobile terminal that the Colombian Federation had not yet launched on the market.

"While you're thinking about how to play the game, I'll do as I please."

"please."

Wei Yanwu waved his hand generously, as if he had expected this.

Sodan's wrinkled fingers swiped across the touchscreen; according to the timeline, his plan had entered its third phase.

The new students of Lungmen were merely pawns used to trip up Wei Yanwu. No one truly cared whether the infected in the slums would affect Lungmen, since such speculation was based on the assumption that these infected individuals possessed power. But what power did they have? They were simply struggling to survive each day, working tirelessly from dawn till dusk just to earn a meager living. If the infected in the slums didn't work for a day, their entire families would starve.

Sodan euphemistically called his plan "improving the happiness index of Lungmen citizens."