Clown Game
Chapter 142 - 142 138 Containment Breach Eight

Chapter 142: Chapter 138 Containment Breach Eight Chapter 142: Chapter 138 Containment Breach Eight “Huh…”

Bai Xiong laughed inexplicably and immediately closed the video.

He rubbed his face, which had begun to spasm…

Because he was usually stern-faced, his expression now was particularly hideous…

“So it can be transmitted through sight,” Bai Xiong muttered to himself, “This mode of transmission is really dangerous.”

“It seems you’ve noticed it too… but this is just from watching a recording. If I’m not mistaken, when people face him directly, it only takes a few seconds for their consciousness to be eroded! Then, they become… like that…”

Song Xuan said leisurely.

Suddenly, she paused… and quickly turned her head to look at Bai Xiong: “You know him… right!”

Bai Xiong’s heart suddenly tightened.

He immediately put on an expression of having just escaped from mental contamination, looking very uncomfortable as he shook his head…

“I know of him, but we’re not close,” he responded indifferently.

Of course, he could never admit that he had already teamed up with Chen Xiao a few days ago—such a move would be like pouring gasoline on himself in a fire.

Song Xuan, after hearing Bai Xiong’s response, did not turn her head back but continued to stare impolitely at him, not avoiding his gaze.

A few seconds of silence…

Bai Xiong met her gaze without flinching and furrowed his brows

“It seems all the exits are sealed off…” he began, his voice revealing a hint of displeasure.

“Hmm…” Song Xuan said lightly. She hadn’t seen anything in the other’s eyes. She knew this was a highly stable person, so she gave up those pointless probes… At the same time, she chose not to explain further.

Because it was an easy guess. Just now she had said it: the control room is on the first basement floor, and at this moment she had run to the second basement level. There were only two possible explanations:

One, she wanted to take on Chen Xiao alone, to resolve this crisis… Well, that sort of thing usually only happens in comics.

Two, she had already tried escaping the Foundation’s underground facility, but found all exits sealed, so she could only shift her target to the third basement level… where the weapon storage was. Under these emergency conditions, access to weapons was completely unrestricted. There was also an “emergency shelter” that could sustain the essential supplies for about 80 people for more than half a month, without any external help…

So, unless one was completely foolish, they would figure out the next plan.

First, the two of them needed to quickly leave the medical area, which had not yet been overrun.

Then choose a route.

They could either take the evacuation elevator directly down to the third basement level or take the stairs,

Each option had its pros and cons…

For instance, the first option’s advantage was that it could quickly take them to the next floor, avoiding the areas that had turned into an “asylum.” The disadvantage was evident: since they didn’t know the situation below, there was a big chance that the third floor was just like this one, infected, and when the elevator doors opened, things would get lively…

Imagine, with a “ding,” the elevator doors open, and then, the whole corridor in front of them is filled with maniacs brandishing their teeth, and as they dazedly turn around to see this man and woman… the scene… I could write a thousand words just on that.

The advantage of the second option was clear, too: it avoided being trapped in the elevator when the doors opened. The disadvantage, well… it meant they had to make the journey on foot.

Bai Xiong pulled out the magazine from his pistol to check the remaining bullets. Then, he cast an inquiring glance at the woman in front of him, meaning: “How do you want to proceed… ”

Song Xuan didn’t ponder long because she already knew his answer.

Given Bai Xiong’s temperament, he was naturally not likely to choose “take the elevator,” a method of leaving his fate to chance. His checking the ammunition was his way of telling her: “I’ve decided to walk all the way. Are you coming with me?”

Song Xuan drew the dagger from her waist and flashed a few slices with her slender fingers.

“Let’s go.”

She said lightly

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The operating room was a few minutes’ walk from the exit of the medical area, and both Bai Xiong and Song Xuan were not fond of talking, so the journey was very quiet.

At the same time, the corridor was indeed much quieter than other places, with corpses appearing only occasionally at long distances and no smell of gunpowder.

It was certain that medical personnel generally did not carry weapons, so most people in the medical area had successfully escaped, and those who ran slowly had either been stabbed or bitten to death.

This resulted in… Bai Xiong, unfortunately, not finding any weapons along the way.

By then, the two had reached the exit, facing an exaggeratedly thick lead-lined door wrapped in some kind of smooth, unidentified metal. Perhaps because the radiation from various instruments in the medical area was strong, the door was designed this way, which was also the main reason why infected individuals from other areas had not breached it.

Bai Xiong pulled some medical cotton out of his pocket, wet and slightly dripping with water, which he had prepared back in the medical equipment room.

“This should be somewhat useful…” he said expressionlessly as he handed the cotton balls to Song Xuan.

The latter understood his intent and cast a slightly approving glance.

They both stuffed the cotton into their ears… the moisture squeezed out slightly into their ear canals, creating a swollen and uncomfortable sensation.

This also blocked out a significant portion of the noise.

Song Xuan, with her gaunt arms hanging, took a breath and nodded at Bai Xiong.

Bai Xiong meaningfully pressed the switch on the wall.

“Creak~~ Creak~~”

The lead-lined door slowly opened.

Immediately after, a strong stench of blood wafted through. Along with it came countless chaotic shouts and insane laughter, as if hundreds of voices were playing at the same time in a confined space, echoing messily and inducing dizziness.

Suddenly,

a hand missing three fingers viciously thrust through the just-opened crack, flailing wildly and desperately trying to squeeze through.

Bai Xiong bit his tongue tip to temporarily ignore the crazy sounds. He quickly grabbed the arm reaching in and neatly bent it in the opposite direction of the joint.

A crisp “crack” echoed, like snapping a chopstick.

By then, the door had opened wide enough for one person to pass through.

Bai Xiong promptly pulled the owner of the arm toward himself.

Another “crack.”

This time, it was the neck of the intruder…

Neither of them showed any emotion for the individual who died without even showing his face. They merely waited with solemn expressions for the door to open wide enough.

Outside was a spacious corridor with several bodies on one side that had been lying there for who knows how long, and on the other side, a pitiful individual tearing at his own intestines.

Bai Xiong and Song Xuan still said nothing.

They just cautiously and quickly walked towards their planned direction.

Meanwhile…

The lock of a storage room door on the third underground level

slowly turned.

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