This Game Is Too Realistic
Chapter 354.3: Darkness Within The Great Walls

Chapter 354.3: Darkness Within The Great Walls

At that moment, a knock from outside broke the sudden ambiguous atmosphere in the living room.

"... Probably that drunkard friend again. Let me check." Hearing the noise outside, Mary murmured to herself, rising from the couch.

Then, she suddenly noticed Old White sitting on the sofa and, feeling a bit embarrassed, softly said, "Um, could I trouble you to remain silent?"

Although Blake probably wouldn't return, if she couldn't leave immediately, she still had to consider her reputation, making it easier for her to find a new place.

Old White nodded in understanding, giving a meaningful look to his nearby teammates, indicating they should stay out of sight.

Mary breathed a sigh of relief, swaying her graceful body reluctantly as she walked towards the door.

The sound of turning the doorknob followed by a creak as the door swung open, amidst the flickering candlelight, it was eerily quiet.

Voices could be heard at the entrance, though not very clearly.

Old White took a deep breath to calm himself.

However, at that moment, a loud bang made him reflexively jump up from the couch, simultaneously gripping the submachine gun concealed beneath his clothes.

The gunshots didn’t stop.

By the time he reached the door, Mary was already lying in a pool of blood, riddled with bullets, the entranceway awash in crimson.

The men standing at the door were momentarily stunned, evidently not expecting someone else to be inside the room.

The man holding the PU 9 submachine gun immediately pointed the smoking barrel at Old White.

However, Old White was quicker, and the dagger concealed in his hand had pierced the man's forehead.

The immense force caused the barrel to jerk upward, spraying a burst of bullets into the ceiling.

Stepping forward with a swift stride, Old White pulled both the dead man with the dagger stuck in his head and the one still alive into the room, kicking the door shut.

The corridor was pitch black, the floor sticky with blood.

The man whose neck was being held completely panicked, tremblingly pleading, "Don't, don't kill me... I-I was just following orders. I-I wouldn't have messed with you if I knew you were still alive."

He had clearly mistaken Old White for Blake.

Peepo and Doggo, alerted by the gunfire, rushed out of the room, staring at the bodies on the floor, their faces displaying looks of shock.

"What's going on?!"

"Old White, are you okay?"

Why did a fight suddenly break out?

"I'm fine." Old White pressed the man to the ground, aiming the submachine gun at the back of his head.

"You... You're not Blake?" The man pleaded with a trembling voice, incoherent, "P-please... Please don't kill me, I-I didn't see anything! It was too dark!"

"Who sent you?" Old White asked sternly.

The man shivered as he spoke. "Our boss... He said the ability user living on our street messed up and offended someone he shouldn't have. He ordered us to clean up the place..."

The streets outside were eerily silent, with every house tightly shut and no onlookers in sight.

Old White noticed the tattoo on the man's neck as he pinned him down.

The design resembled a dagger.

He didn't particularly care about gangs or the Dagger Gang for that matter. He had killed more than three digits' worth of marauders in West Continent City, who were more savage and brutal than those thugs.

What truly surprised him was the immense control that military-industrial conglomerate exerted over the entire city...

Whether inside or outside the giant wall, every piece seemed to revolve around a core hidden beneath the surface.

Those individuals could decide the fate of every person, even a group, as casually as moving chess pieces.

Nothing could be hidden from them either.

Old White suddenly realized that there might not be real order here. Or civilization, for that matter.

The illumination within the giant wall was bright, but it might be even darker than the wasteland outside...

As there was silence behind him, the man seemed to misunderstand, thinking that the person behind him was weighing whether it was worth offending the Dagger Gang for a woman.

Thinking of this, he lowered his voice. "Friend, the lighting here is very poor. I didn't see your face. If you let me go, I'll say the unlucky guy who shot at you had his head stabbed by that woman... Our boss won't care about this."

"... But if we both die here, things won't just end like this."

Old White didn't quite catch the first sentence, but the latter part he understood.

He chuckled, "You're trying to threaten me."

Old White reached out and lifted the man, turning his face towards himself with a smile. "Now you can see clearly."

The man's face turned pale, fear filling his eyes.

Just as he thought he would be killed, he was thrown to the ground.

"Time to go." Old White didn't spare the man another glance.

He signaled to his teammates and walked out of the bloody house.

At that moment, his VM on his arm flickered slightly.

Kidney Warrior: I've reached the destination, but the apartment is blocked by guards... There are many people around, it seems like there's been a murder.

Not particularly surprised, Old White typed back a message.

Old White: The person is probably dead. Come back for now; let's meet at the save point in a bit.

Kidney Warrior: OK

Glancing at Ample Time's icon, still no response from him till now, Old White couldn't help but feel a bit worried.

He decided to ask him after logging out later.

...

After Old White and his team left Blake's home, the man who unexpectedly survived struggled to get up from the ground.

The only warmth he felt was in his pants, after he pissed in it. Everything else was cold.

"Damn it..." He cursed, expressing his fear through foul language. He limped towards the door.

As it opened and the cold wind blew on his face, he felt that it was great to be alive.

The next second, he saw a group of people in his line of sight.

Looking at the leader among them, surprise flashed in the man's eyes. Immediately putting on a pleasing smile, he shuffled towards them. "... Mr. West, why are you here?"

The person before him was the right-hand man of his boss and also the head of the street.

West glanced at the door behind him, his brow furrowing. "What happened?"

The man immediately recounted the incident truthfully, even exaggerating slightly.

After listening quietly, West suddenly asked, "Do you still remember what that person looked like?"

"I remember! I remember him clearly!" The man nodded eagerly, excitement flickering in his eyes. "I could recognize that face even if it was burned to ashes. If I see him again, I'll surely recognize him!"

West nodded, glanced at the subordinate standing nearby, then turned and left.

The peaceful night was shattered by another gunshot.

Not long after, Blake's house was engulfed in flames, consuming 3 bodies.

Meanwhile, in the outer city’s City Hall.

The meeting room was brightly lit.

Dulong, full of enthusiasm, described to his aides in vivid detail about the genius plan involving a 200 million chip loan.

Deputy Head Jaeger's face was filled with confusion.

He didn't know what this person was up to or what sort of concoction the blue groundhogs had given that guy.

But... He couldn’t find a single flaw in the plan Dulong just described. After all, such a thing had never happened in the past 200 years.

The bank president, Malvern, sitting at the table, kept furrowing his brows and then relaxing them.

He had concerns too but couldn't overlook the tempting prospect.

A loan of 200 million chips...

Although not without risks, it was much safer than lending money to traveling merchants and mercenaries.

After a while, he nodded slightly. "... Although there hasn't been a precedent for this before. But it seems like a good idea."

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