Chapter 1 Suren

Suren scrambled onto the roof of the warehouse, his eight spider arms exhibiting superior mobility that ignored terrain obstacles.

Horizontal crawls, vertical runs, leaps...

The men in black were more well-trained than expected. As soon as he was on the roof, the guards outside discovered him, and another barrage of shots rang out.

Suren controlled his spider legs, sprinting across the warehouse roof. He didn't dare land, but climbed along the pipe connecting the warehouse to another building.

Thankfully, the eight legs could grip the pipe to move up and down, and with the steel cable in his mechanical gauntlet for traction, he leapt into the opposite building. He darted inside, finally shaking off the men in black on the ground.

Then Suren ran like mad, not daring to stop.

Fortunately, the buildings in the inner city were very crowded. With his spider legs’ ability to climb walls, he reached two blocks away in a short time.

Then, he found a secluded alley and stopped.

.......

Suren retracted his biomechanical suit and quickly used styptic powder to treat the wound on his calf.

Although he had tried his best to dodge, the moment he was stuck to the iron pillar while climbing in the warehouse, the men in black below fired wildly, and one shot still hit his calf.

He quickly took off his bloodstained clothes, bandaged the wound, changed into an expensive suit similar to those worn by the inner city residents, washed off the smoky makeup on his face, and put on a wig and hat, pulling the brim low. He sprayed his entire body with deodorant.

After doing all this, Suren quickly put the discarded clothes into his storage ring.

Then, looking at the thick tome in his hand called *Precious New Pearls*, his expression was slightly complicated.

This was what he had casually grabbed with his spider spear when he fled.

The book cover was naturally a disguise. Even without looking at the contents, he knew it was definitely *Isaac's Alchemical Manuscript*.

In the black market, a single page of the manuscript could fetch a sky-high price of three million Resso, and this book had at least five hundred pages.

However, it wasn't that he coveted the manuscript's value.

It was that whether he took it or not, his situation couldn't get any worse.

The other party had come with the intention of killing him to silence him.

Moreover, a small outer city gang member who could escape from a Tier 2 professional—if he were that ice mage before, he definitely wouldn't let himself off.

More importantly... he had already doomed himself by breaking through and killing those men in black!

After all, those men in black who had come were no ordinary people.

They weren't the thugs hired by some consortium that Suren had expected, but... members of the "Umbrella Organization"!

.......

Suren had been puzzled when the battle started.

Although there were many professionals in the inner city, it wasn't as though an entire professional team, along with a Tier 2 professional, would come to intercept a small outer city gang squad.

After conveniently reaping the memories of the two corpses pierced by the spider spear, Suren learned the true identities of these robbers.

At that moment, Suren no longer had any illusions.

The Umbrella Organization was the most untouchable behemoth in Old Landen. He had heard about it when he was in the gang. Anyone could be killed, but not people from this organization.

Killing one meant an unending pursuit.

Now that he had killed so many, they would definitely hunt him down to the end.

What's more, others didn't know the original owner's identity, but the "Umbrella Organization," the largest intelligence agency in Old Landen, definitely did.

If he was caught, he would only die.

Oh, and his secrets would be extracted before he died.

.......

Suren knew that this escort mission wasn't a coincidence. In a way, he was "implicated" by Kai.

The executive who arranged for them to be in charge of this escort was probably Yan Gui.

That guy wanted to send Kai into the inner city...

So, Yan Gui wanted to get Kai into the Umbrella Organization?

Suren was also puzzled by this.

Since Yan Gui was an inside agent, the information about this escort was likely leaked by him as well.

But how could Yan Gui be a double agent for the Umbrella Organization?

Suren felt that something was wrong with this relationship chain.

He had once speculated that the inside agent in the Cross Society should be someone from a hostile consortium in the inner city with about the same "magnitude" as Mrs. Philo, and shouldn't be from an official department.

Now that he thought about it, there were more and more doubts.

For example, such an important notebook—Chuck, an outer city gang member, definitely couldn't keep it safe. He hid it secretly, so how was it leaked?

Since Yan Gui was a member of the Umbrella Organization, why didn't the authorities directly intervene back then?

Could it be that Yan Gui was a triple agent?

Or, were there certain factors within the Cross Society that even the Umbrella Organization feared?

There were too many things he couldn't figure out.

Perhaps the contents of the notebook could provide some answers, but it was obviously not a good time to read it now.

.......

The notebook also couldn't be put into the storage ring. Fortunately, it wasn't too big, and Suren could put it in the inside pocket of his coat.

After changing his clothes, he didn't stay in the alley and walked straight out.

"I definitely can't get out through the city gates. I have to think of another way..."

As Suren walked, he thought about the response plan in his mind.

His steps were light, and he didn't look anxious at all. Just like an ordinary resident of the inner city, he strolled leisurely on the street, not at all like a fugitive.

What he had to do now was to escape from the inner city as soon as possible.

The Cross Society originally had some channels to smuggle people out of the city, but now that he knew that the enemy was the Umbrella Organization and Yan Gui was an inside agent, those channels were no longer trustworthy.

After ruling out several plans to leave the city, a feasible plan emerged in his mind.

"Danny's 'Research Institute No. 7' is on Queen's Street in District 4. The sewers there are connected to the ancient drainage network. This is currently the only safe plan to leave the city..."

Suren had asked Danny about the detailed escape route and knew the exact location of the entrance to the outer city sewers.

But now that he had a plan, another problem arose.

Going from District 5 to District 4 meant crossing a large district, and the journey was very risky.

Suren thought of Danny's ultra-sensitive sense of smell.

He was sure that the Umbrella Organization, being an intelligence agency, even if they didn't have the same ability, they definitely had similar tracking methods.

Now that he had temporarily shaken off the pursuers, the greatest possibility was that they would follow his scent.

After all, he had been shot and bled earlier, and his scent was also left on the truck. There was no room for luck.

As Suren thought, he walked towards the bus stop not far away.

When he reached the bus stop, he stood in front of the bus route map for a moment, noting the general layout of the roads in District 5.

Then he hailed a taxi and got in.

He had to escape as soon as possible before the encirclement tightened.

........

Just a few minutes after Suren got into the car, several men in trench coats hurried to the bus stop.

They held a dog on a leash, which looked slightly deformed.

The dog sniffed around the bus route map where Suren had been standing, and then barked towards the eastern street.

Seeing this, the man holding the dog picked up the communicator and reported: "Attention all units, the target has taken transportation, from the west entrance station of Merlin Road from east to west, heading towards District 6."

Soon after the report, a car drove up, and several people got into the car with the dog.

On the other hand.

Suren, who was in the taxi, took advantage of the driver's inattention and stuffed the bloodstained clothes he had taken off earlier into the back seat of the taxi.

Then he only rode for two stops before getting off and going to the opposite street.

He changed to another taxi and headed in the opposite direction towards District 4.

He didn't think that this little trick could fool everyone, but only hoped to buy him some more time.

But obviously, this kind of anti-tracking technique could mislead the enemy's pursuit, but it couldn't prevent another unsolvable method of the Umbrella Organization - road closures!

.......

Suren was in the taxi, about to leave the fifth district, but at an intersection, he saw a checkpoint closing the road.

The Umbrella Organization had obviously considered this as well, wanting to trap him in the "Fifth District."

This was a one-way street, and even if Suren held a gun to the driver's head and told him to turn around, it wouldn't make any sense.

He had seen the sentry post, and the people in the sentry post had naturally seen him.

Turning around would only expose him faster.

Seeing the inspection, the taxi driver was dissatisfied: "Oh, why is the road suddenly closed during the day today? It's too early to check for drunk driving... and it's not the guys from the Public Security Bureau, it seems to be people from a special municipal department. Are they catching a fugitive..."

The driver muttered, suddenly thinking of something. Then he quietly glanced at the passenger in the back row from the rearview mirror. Seeing that he was calm as usual, he didn't take it to heart.

Suren naturally noticed the driver's gaze and didn't speak or jump out of the car, sitting calmly in the back seat.

The car drove over and was stopped as expected.

Several men in trench coats knocked on the driver's window, "Sir, please show your ID card."

The driver took out his ID card, held it in his hand, and the card emitted a green light.

The inspector looked at it, compared it, and handed it back, "Thank you for your cooperation."

The anti-counterfeiting technology of the inner city ID card was extremely difficult to fake.

Taking someone else's was useless, because that thing was bound to biological information, and it would only light up when the cardholder held it.

Suren naturally couldn't produce such a thing, nor did he intend to.

This action naturally attracted the attention of the inspectors, and several people subtly surrounded him.

This situation was about to be exposed.

Even so, Suren didn't draw his gun, but calmly rolled down the car window, and then coldly asked the person next to the door: "Who is in charge here?"

When speaking, he didn't show any fear as a fugitive on his face, his expression was firm and calm, and he even deliberately released some of the killing intent tempered from actual combat.

This question made the trench coat man who was originally preparing to ask him to show his ID card stunned for a moment. He was shocked by this momentum and his thoughts stagnated. He instinctively replied: "It's... Captain Mogos."

Suren didn't give him a chance to ask back, and said in a calm but unquestionable tone: "Call him over."

That person was stunned: "Yes."

Turning around, that person said a few words to a square-faced man who was checking another car at the sentry post.

Before long, the square-faced man walked over and asked, "Sir, were you looking for me?"

While speaking, he was also looking at Suren, and was obviously shocked by the momentum. He instinctively felt that this was a high-level professional with majesty, strength, and a high position.

Suren didn't give him too much time to think and said something inexplicable: "That eternal sleep is not the dead, in the mysterious eternity, even death itself will dissipate."

These few words made the driver in front feel inexplicable. But the square-faced man next to the door changed his expression drastically when he heard it, and suddenly stood at attention, actually saluting on the spot: "Colonel Comrade!"

"Yes."

Suren waved his hand, didn't say a word of extra words, and ordered the driver: "Drive!"

The driver was also stunned for a moment when he saw the person outside saluting, and also knew that there was a big shot in the car.

Hearing the order to "drive," he unconsciously started the vehicle.

Although the trench coat man felt that something was wrong, before he could react, the vehicle had already driven out of the sentry post.

.......

Suren sat in the back seat with a blank expression, watching the people in the sentry post not chasing after him from the rearview mirror. Only then did he relax his hand that was touching the gun.

If the trick just now didn't work, it should have been time to draw the gun and start a fire.

This password was still heard from "Blind Detective" Bill when he encountered him in the cursed space in the basement of No. 88 Ginkgo Street.

He didn't get it right at the time, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

"So this is the Umbrella Organization's exclusive password for colonels?"

Suren had some understanding in his heart. The square-faced man just now reported a position as soon as he heard it. Obviously, this was the correct way to use the "password."

But it definitely wouldn't be that simple, and there were probably some follow-up passwords.

Suren didn't know the next part, so he deliberately didn't give those guys time to react and urged the driver to drive.

The deliberately leaked killing intent also made that person preconceived that he was a senior official within the government.

But this approach had too many loopholes. It might have been possible to get away with it on weekdays, but something was definitely going to happen today.

Suren watched the taxi drive out of the sentry post's field of vision and then pulled over and got out of the car.

Public transportation was no longer an option.

.......

At the same time, the Fifth District Command of the Umbrella Organization.

"Command, the suspect's taxi has been intercepted, and a set of bloody clothes has been found. The information is wrong, the suspect has changed to a taxi in the opposite direction and is heading towards the Fourth District."

"Attention all units, strictly check every passing car on the relevant line of checkpoints, especially public transportation. The suspect's target is the Fourth District, urgently call up the secret files of smuggling channels..."

"Just received urgent information, the suspect impersonated an internal cadre of the organization and used a Class A password. Everyone, enable the Class B password, and switch the communication to the emergency channel."

"..."

One by one, the messages gathered into the command center from the agents all over the city. The Umbrella Organization, this huge institution, began to operate, and an invisible net gradually closed.

.......

Suren knew that it was no longer safe to take a car, but thought that he had already entered the Fourth District, so he wanted to walk.

But walking on the street, he quickly encountered the patrol team of the Public Security Bureau and the City Guard wearing "Frost Giant Armor." He was alone, and was asked for his ID again.

Suren originally thought of repeating the old trick and using the same trick to deceive the world.

But unexpectedly, this time, as soon as he opened his mouth to say the "password," the other party raised his gun.

After a fierce battle, he barely escaped.

But it also exposed his whereabouts.

Suren knew that the Umbrella Organization had completely grasped his movements. It was impossible to go to the vicinity of "Research Institute No. 7" just like that in a place he was unfamiliar with.

For anyone, this was almost a desperate situation. It was already good to be able to hold on for so long against the entire city defense system of the inner city.

Under the desperate situation, Suren became more and more calm.

He thought of the last escape method that needed to gamble on luck: Moon Hotel!