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Chapter 424 - 392 Floor

Chapter 424: Chapter 392 Floor

A slightly different familiar teleportation feeling surged through his body, the young man named Fuding Hualong suddenly unzipped the top of his anti-load suit’s hood, blinking his eyes to adapt to the changes in the surrounding light.

This place resembles a modern office building floor, with black, white, and gray checkered carpet tiles on the ground, round ceiling lights embedded in the ceiling, wooden walls and frameless glass partitions separating it into cubicles.

The two main issues are that the floor is not powered, extremely dark, with only the green emergency lights in the corners shining, and the air is abnormally polluted.

Fuding Hualong surveyed the surroundings while pulling out a brownish-yellow scroll from the void.

From the scroll, he summoned two armored and weapon-ready Gate Gods, stationed on either side of him.

That’s not all, he flipped the scroll and grabbed some birds from it, releasing them to fly around and scout the surrounding environment.

In fact, as an advanced agent of the Special Affairs Bureau, Fuding Hualong had organized technology-issued small swarm drones for reconnaissance, but he preferred using his paintings.

One reason was that reimbursing swarm drones was cumbersome, and two, as an artistic youth, he found grabbing things from a scroll quite stylish...

The birds scattered and immediately discovered life signals on the other side of the floor.

Red Driver?

Red Driver, wearing his signature motorcycle helmet, emerged from the cubicle and waved at Fuding Hualong from afar.

Beside him were several Pocket Monsters: Monkey Monster’s ultimate evolution form, [Annihilate Monkey],

Fire Mouse’s evolution form, [Fire Fierce Beast],

Pidgeotto’s evolution form, [Pidgeot],

and Pikachu.

People aim to rise, and now Lv18 Red Driver is a mid-level officer of the Thousand Throats Beast organization—his former supervisor just passed away two days ago, allegedly due to greed while executing a dungeon mission, attempting to steal an egg from Godzilla’s nest, fatally crushed by a rear sit.

His body. zip was teleported back to the real world.

Having ascended to management, with renowned Pocket Monster Pikachu on his shoulder, Red Driver walked up to greet Fuding Hualong, "Just us?"

"There’s me too."

A relaxed voice sounded from the other side, a blonde woman in heavy, rugged armor walked out of the cubicle, accompanied by the sound of metal leaf plates rubbing.

Around twenty-five years old, after wearing armor she stood nearly two meters twenty, looking down at Red Driver and Fuding Hualong, three sinister scars slash her charming face, matching her battered armor.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the weapon on her back—a stone coffin overgrown with moss, wrapped in rusty iron chains.

"White Horse Tombstone?"

Driver and Fuding Hualong spoke in unison, surprised and delighted.

Unlike them relying on a large guild, this Lv29 White Horse Tombstone was a standout on the player forums.

She was from an ordinary Eastern European family, a police officer by profession, after hating the mafia’s harm to her hometown, when just Lv5 beginner, she assassinated and eliminated ten mafia chiefs and corrupt bureaucrats in her city.

She quickly rose to fame, rapidly leveled up, declining all invitations from major guilds (including local European ones),

always taking contracts as a Lone Wolf mercenary, using most of her earnings to build her hometown, particularly taking care of the elderly, sick, and disabled.

Righteous and generous, helping those in need, she was known as the "Timely Rain" of Eastern Europe and "Protector" in Romania, reliable in the environment with a myriad of cunning plots.

"It’s me."

White Horse Tombstone waved casually, looking around, puzzledly asking, "When did the killing field’s security guards become so idle, replicating real-world office buildings?"

Security guards utilize technology similar to 3D printing to mass-construct buildings, though they mostly only create shells, rarely replicating interiors including desks, old desktop computers, and water dispensers like here.

"My intuition is that this wasn’t built by the security guards. Look, there are even fingerprints on the table."

Fuding Hualong retracted the previously released birds, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows gravely, and looked outside.

Outside floated dense black flocculent material like snow, visibility was poor, gazing down there was no sight of the building’s bottom, only faint shrill wails could be heard.

"Analyzing the current state, communication conditions are relatively poor."

Fuding Hualong took out a walkie-talkie, twisted the knob, and it emitted noisy electrical waves.

The communication system was set up with assistance from the Whale Song Guild, already the highest technology in the killing field. If it still fails, it implies environmental issues.

"Specific location is unknown, but the radar pointing to the Secret Treasure is usable."

Fuding Hualong took out the portable radar, tested it, and the green screen showed an arrow pointing at twelve o’clock.

Direction is good, using triangulation method, distance to the Secret Treasure can be quickly determined.

The closer to the treasure, the more allies will be encountered.

"As for how to escape..."

Fuding Hualong thought for a moment, then punched the floor-to-ceiling windows.

With his 8-point Strength attribute, strength comparing to top-tier athletes in the real world, the window didn’t budge. Not even making a sound.

The two Gate Gods behind Fuding Hualong then took action, wielding Bamboo Steel Whips and Four-sided Double Maces, heavily striking the window.

The strike was supposed to crack stone, yet surprisingly, it didn’t break or even damage the window.

Fuding Hualong’s expression somewhat strained, while Red Driver instructed the Pocket Monsters to attack the ceiling, floor, and emergency escape exit doors on the same level.

Similarly, no effect at all.

The building materials forming the floor were of an unknown, extremely sturdy material. Regardless of how the players attacked, it wouldn’t collapse or damage.

"Why is it like this? Quite embarrassing."

Fuding Hualong and Red Driver exchanged glances, despite not being as high-level as Lv29 White Horse Tombstone, they were still elite from large guilds,

feeling quite embarrassed if they couldn’t leave the spawn point.

"Why not let me?"

Tombstone wasn’t mocking, casually moved the coffin from her back, with a loud clang, dropped it heavily on the floor.

"Wait a moment,"

Fuding Hualong’s brain was rapidly running, returned to the desk for detailed fingerprint checks.

Technically speaking, fingerprints have three kinds. One is visible print, a clear eye-seen finger ridge.

The second is formed print, transferred after touching ink, paint, etc.

Third is latent print, made of body secretions like sweat, oils, cholesterol, proteins. Though invisible, it can be collected using chemical reagents.

The fingerprints on the desk had dust-formed patterns, without biological traces...

"What does this represent..."

Fuding Hualong was rubbing his chin when a deep male voice sounded outside, "It represents full coverage and partial suspension, representing ground flight, representing acquittal."

An intense sense of déjà vu overwhelmed him, his expression instantly annoyed. In his impression, only one person would speak like this under such conditions.

But adhering to the Special Affairs Bureau agent’s rigor, he still asked, "Who are you?"

To prevent the situation where "a rule-level monster is standing outside, and responding to it triggers a death trap," Fuding Hualong deliberately reserved caution, didn’t speak himself but used a brush to draw a tape recorder with keyboard input for converting text to audio function, and questioned through the tape recorder.

"Who I am?"

The voice outside pondered, "In November 2020, a photographer posted a short video on a video platform, making me famous overnight: I’m not just good-looking, with an immature smile, most appealing is my clear and innocent eyes,

During live streams, showing extreme shyness and my Chinese wasn’t fluent, repeatedly saying ’Thank you,’ ’Cheese Snow Leopard,’ ’Mother’s Savings’ etc. which made the viewers exclaim ’Too cute!’"

Wouldn’t you just call yourself a thimble?

Fuding Hualong and Red Driver’s expressions were extremely annoyed, as a Thousand Paper Crane was slipped partially through the door outside, triggering Li Cheng to use [Demon Exchange], arriving at the office floor.

"Good evening."

Li Cheng greeted while looking around, "Judging from the office’s setup, matching real-world time and place, it should be a summer sometime after 1992, in Canada’s English-speaking region."

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