“Are they going to take us to be executed?”
Madman muttered, fidgeting, as everyone except Orson boarded the transport helicopter.
Every one of them had blindfolds on, with armed soldiers sitting next to them.
Madman, similarly blindfolded, pushed Nightshade away with a look of disdain.
The atmosphere inside the cabin was tense, the sound of the helicopter blades whirling above constantly irritating everyone’s nerves.
“You don’t need a new place for execution. I can kill you anytime, anywhere,” Blank said coldly.
Madman, irritated, scoffed, “Oh, little girl, you couldn’t beat me in the game, so you’re playing dirty in real life? Where are you taking us? Speak!”
“It’s classified, none of your business!” Blank sneered. Since the time she was humiliated by Madman in the Bloodfury Arena, Blank had secretly sought revenge on him in the game.
But Madman was a different breed—if he didn’t attack, it was fine, but once he did, he turned the fight into a complete and utter disgrace for Blank.
What started as a one-on-one challenge ended with Madman mocking her and having the Godslayer Assassins gang up on her.
For Madman, winning was all that mattered—how he did it was irrelevant.
“Enough talk, we’ll be there soon. Just hold on,” Blank said sharply.
“I smell seawater. This must be a military base built on the sea,” Madman said with a wicked grin.
At the mention of this, Blank raised an eyebrow, surprised, and glanced back at him.
She was holding a detailed file in her hand—about Madman.
Madman clicked his tongue, adding, “No, if this is a high-security base, then a sea target is too obvious, it would be an easy target for strikes during wartime.”
Lee, somewhat surprised, teased, “Oh? Didn’t know you were into military stuff too. Besides your terrible skills with girls, looks like you’ve got some serious knowledge.”
Madman smirked, “What’s the rush? The blindfold doesn’t do anything to me. From the flight path and speed of the transport, I can calculate…”
“We’re about 500 nautical miles from the mainland. This is a large facility near the coast, but the real base is underwater.”
The group gasped in shock. None of them had ever heard of the U.S. having a military facility underwater.
This would be a huge revelation. After all, building military facilities under the sea requires a level of resources, manpower, and technological prowess that only a superpower could manage.
Blank exchanged a look with Lee, both stunned by Madman’s analysis.
“These people may look like regular players, but both in-game and out, they are elite in their own fields,” Blank thought to herself.
To other Infinite Dimensions players, Godslayer’s strength was largely attributed to Orgod. But in reality, no matter how strong one person was, they couldn’t handle everything alone.
Without the help of other exceptional individuals, Godslayer could never have become the undisputed dominant guild of the U.S. region!
Seeing there was no need to hide any longer, Blank signaled for the soldiers to remove the blindfolds from everyone.
Sienna looked out the helicopter window with a serene smile, “Orson’s over there!”
Everyone followed her finger, and Bradley laughed out loud, “Four armed helicopters escorting him, my Orson is the man…”
Bradley was about to continue his usual banter, but Dancing Giant Boobs frowned and, with a chuckle, interrupted, “No more talk, that’s badass!”
K.D., looking at Orson with a smirk, said, “Want to see a stunt?”
Orson stood with his hands behind his back on top of Crimson Lizard King, the sea breeze brushing against his face, his long hair flowing in the wind, looking like the legendary immortal of U.S. lore.
“I’m too old for this, just don’t bother me,” K.D. gripped the dragon’s reins tightly. Despite being a battle-hardened soldier, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
An hour ago, K.D. had arrived in New York, quickly dealing with the chaos Orson caused.
When he saw Orson riding a giant dragon, it reminded him of his own glory days piloting a fighter jet…
After all, a man will always be a man, and how could anyone resist the temptation to fly on a dragon?
Thus, he regretted his decision. There was no cockpit; instead, it was an open sky with a panoramic view, and the speeds were on par with fighter jets—something no ordinary person could endure.
“Well, since we’re here, let me give you a ride.”
Orson gave a casual smile, directing Crimson Lizard King to fly low over the sea, sending huge splashes of water into the air.
K.D., an over-50-year-old man, was soaked like a drenched chicken, his voice nearly hoarse from shouting.
Crimson Lizard King let out a mighty roar, landing on a massive offshore drilling platform.
The platform, about the size of a football field, rocked violently before slowly stabilizing.
The soldiers on the platform cast astonished looks, as though witnessing a myth come to life, a scene so surreal it sent chills down their spines.
But the willpower of U.S. soldiers was remarkable; though shocked, they maintained composure and kept their guard up.
Orson glanced around. The platform was clearly a front.
Hundreds of meters high, the platform was stacked with shipping containers and had multiple large pipes that were being loaded with supplies through transport pods.
Soon, five killers, including Pokpung, were escorted off the helicopter.
“Please, turn us over to Interpol. This is against international protocol!” the blonde killer shouted in English.
“Heh, this scruffy guy is an international B-list wanted criminal but sure knows international laws,” Lee sneered.
“What do you mean?” Bradley asked, genuinely curious.
Madman replied, “What does that mean? If Interpol catches him, maybe a life sentence, but if the military catches him, it’s up to fate.”
Infiltrating the U.S. to carry out assassination missions was a serious crime, akin to international assassination, and in the grand scheme, it was nothing less than an act of war.
Pokpung spat out, “This is just the beginning, Orgod! My father, my grandfather, will never let you off!”
“Well… You handle the people you capture, but my suggestion is not to kill that woman.”
K.D. took the towel passed to him and wiped his face, pointing at Pokpung, who was still yelling in NUK.
“Why can’t we kill her?”
Orson pretended not to understand the implication.
“High-ranking officials in both the military and government of NUK are supported by NSK Enterprises Group. If she dies here, it would cause a huge diplomatic issue,” K.D. explained.
Then, seeing Orson wasn’t moved, he added, “NUK diplomats are already on their way. You can make your demands, like…”
Orson paused and noticed K.D. subtly gesturing his fingers.
“Ransom? Does K.D. think I’m a kidnapper?”
Orson frowned, suddenly feeling quite puzzled.
K.D. chuckled awkwardly and directed them to change into special pressure suits, leading them into the elevator descending to the underwater base.
“Wow, how massive is this project? We must be hundreds of meters under the sea!” Nightshade exclaimed.
As a mechanical engineer, he was well aware of how incredible building a military base underwater was.
“Technically, it’s 3,719 meters deep, and it took 27 years to complete,” Blank proudly stated. This project was led by the Ten Overlords of the U.S., who had spent a whole generation working on it.
Minutes later, a thick alloy hatch, a meter thick, opened, revealing the massive interior.
“Welcome to Radiant Shuttle Tomb Chamber No. 11,” Blank declared loudly.