Deceitful Game

Chapter 228 Ming Po

Chapter 228 Ming Po

"Hello, Section Chief Mingbo. Immunosuppressants replenished, routine maintenance completed."

When Mingpo regained consciousness, a melodious female voice rang in her ears: "Decoding the genes of life, carrying eternal memories. High mountain life, remembered for you."

Mingpo slowly opened his eyes as he lay in the zero-gravity chair, and the UI of his newly installed prosthetic eye appeared before him.

A semi-transparent blue light screen with a frosted texture unfolds before your eyes, with a world clock and its location in the upper right corner.

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

[Central - Chang Sheng Sector N103·E12 - 14th Floor, High-Rise Building]

You have two new messages (including instructions from Central Headquarters)

"Meow One"

Accompanied by a soft meow.

A black cat obediently jumped into Mingpo's arms.

Its entire body is black, except for its eyes, which have a sapphire-like luster.

Mingpo held the cat, gently stroking its chin with her fingers. The cat obediently licked Mingpo's fingers, its little tongue having a slightly abrasive texture, which greatly relaxed Mingpo's tense nerves.

He doesn't like adding friends and hates seeing red dots all the time, so he has blocked many of his already few friends.

Therefore, there are not many people who can send messages to Mingpo, and any message notifications that he can see are important matters.

With a thought, Mingpo opened the message.

A figure appeared before him, whose chin he could only see. The man's chin was so fat it looked like a buttock, and his black suit was almost bulging out.

"You handled things well last time, and you cleaned things up nicely. I've reported it to the higher-ups, and the Gao family is very satisfied. Now you're the head of the Sixth Section, and I hope you like your new office."

"But I have to warn you, Wangchuan Bio won't let this go so easily. However, we don't have time to deal with them right now. Something happened at the mine; a highly modified mining rig escaped to the Nest City."

"I know you don't have your own subordinates yet, Section Chief Ming. So I've assigned three new people to you."

"Don't ask why it has to be you—the Execution Department is extremely busy right now, and you're the only person I can trust. Others don't have the necessary authority, and handling this kind of intelligence would require brainwashing, which is troublesome, and there's a risk of leaks along the way. The key point is that this matter is urgent, but not difficult; it's a good job. The higher-ups only requested that she be destroyed, but they didn't say that the bargaining chip had to be retrieved, so you can keep it yourself. When you return, I will still recommend you for a reward."

"But don't worry too much, Mingpo. That mining machine's entire prosthetic body has been locked. And since she's highly modified, you don't need to worry about her using her resources against you. Tianwen has already located her, and her location and personal information have been sent to you."

"The bottom line is that the chips of time and paradoxical technology must not be allowed to circulate in the Nest City. If her chips and technology are taken away by someone else, kill everyone who might know about it."

"I'm granting you Level 3 access, and you're also given special permission to use heavy firepower. Try to keep the number of casualties in the hive below fifty. If you exceed that, you'll have to write a self-criticism. This job isn't difficult; go and come back quickly. Success is the only option; failure is not an option."

The video automatically turned off after the man finished speaking.

"well----"

Mingpo sighed and lazily lay back in the zero-gravity chair she used for her afternoon nap: "I'm exhausted. I just got back and now I have to go again—"

It seems the promised paid leave has fallen through again.

Next, the personal information of the mining machine appeared.

"Lin Ya, 20 years old, moderate intelligence value — she's still alive after three months of being a mining machine."

Seeing this, Mingpo's opinion of her changed slightly. Her expression also became more serious.

To survive three months in a deceptive game, one must have some skill.

He had heard of that thing—when he was in school, one of his classmates was forced to get involved in it.

That guy was pretty smart, a double scholarship recipient. He was taken away by people from the Gaotian Group while he was in class; Mingpo was quite envious of him at the time. Apparently, if the mining machine could obtain valuable intelligence, the minimum reward was five million, with no upper limit. With good luck, you might even be promoted directly to middle management.

But I later heard that he died inside in less than a week, without bringing back any valuable intelligence.

Mingpo was already starting to lose control.

What kind of person would not even survive a week in a deceptive game?!

The mining rigs that Mingpo dealt with before mostly disappeared within two weeks. They said they didn't want to enter the Deceptive Game again, so they escaped.

But honestly, where can they escape to?

Even if they did settle down in the city, it would only mean going from working for a company to working for a gang. Some didn't even make it to Mingpo's place before being killed, dismembered, and sold off.

However, this time the enemy's cybernetic bodies are locked, but heavy firepower is still allowed. So there shouldn't be a big problem.

Mingpo thought for a moment and then opened the second message.

A familiar face appeared with a smile.

He waved to the camera in a flippant tone.

Good morning, Section Chief Ming! Or good evening.

"You're back? It's been a while since we last talked. If you're not on missions, come over and have a chat. I've got some nice coffee."

"Um—I have something I want to tell you, but it's hard to explain over the phone. It's best to talk in person."

"I'm not in a rush here, let's talk after you're done. You're a section chief now, we're on the same level! But you're from headquarters, so you're a level above me now?"

Compared to the orders from headquarters, Ai Shiping's message was much shorter and more relaxed.

Upon seeing the message, Mingpo's lips curled up slightly.

That was Ai Shiping, one of Mingpo's few friends. He was also Mingpo's college classmate.

He is now the section chief at Gaotian Infrastructure, working in the Human Resources Department.

Although Gaotian Infrastructure is a subsidiary of Gaotian Life, the difference in their status is not as great as Ai Shiping claims. He just likes to use this exaggerated way of speaking.

Many people don't know that Gaotian Infrastructure is actually Gaotian Life's core industry and the foundation of its success.

After the "Last World War" that ended all wars twenty years ago, Takaten Corporation shifted its focus from infrastructure to bioscience. Although it was a big leap—but for a company of this new era, such a technological leap was nothing special.

After all, it's a company that plunders technology from the "future."

However, although Ai Shiping said there was no rush—

But Mingpo can't possibly be in no hurry.

Mingpo knew Ai Shiping's personality.

That guy was the ultimate stress reliever; even though his whole family died in the company war, he was still able to maintain an incredible optimism.

Some people are like cats. When they feel unwell, they habitually hide it, try to adapt, and ignore it.

Although he only looked a little melancholy at the moment, it was already a very big deal for him.

Let's go take a look.

As Mingpo thought this, the zero-gravity chair beneath him slowly rotated, setting him down. The eight magnetic sensors attached to his back also detached automatically; the cat in his arms had jumped out on its own before that.

The room was filled with greenery, and the lights couldn't fully illuminate the entire space, making it appear somewhat dim. But that suited Mingpo's taste perfectly.

Mingpo walked towards the French windows, a flash of red light in his left eye.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him suddenly opened to both sides.

The hovering vehicle, suspended on the support frame, also rose more than a meter upwards and reversed in through the open floor-to-ceiling window.

"Go to the Takata Infrastructure Headquarters, Room 304, 3rd floor."

Mingpo said lazily.

The driverless hovercar flew away silently.