Clown Game
Chapter 143 - 143 139 Containment Breach Nine

Chapter 143: Chapter 139 Containment Breach Nine Chapter 143: Chapter 139 Containment Breach Nine This was a door with hinges, locked tight.

Frankly, within the Foundation, such doors had become a rarity because almost all entrances and exits were designed for magnetic cards with individual chips.

Yet for some reason, within various small “containment research areas,” there were always a few of these locked doors, which had remained unchanged for many years…

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“Creak~”

Because the hinged door had not been opened in a long time, some dust had accumulated between the bearings, causing a slight noise when it turned.

Mujin stepped out onto the porch… and then stood silently for a second as if waiting for something,

but nothing happened.

She scoffed derisively and took two steps forward, clearing the space in front of the door.

Immediately after, two more people came out…

One of them was a kid in a baseball cap. His face bore a belligerent look that seemed to beg for a beating, with his jacket sporting several frayed holes that seemed intentionally made for some peculiar fashion statement.

The other was an extremely provocatively dressed black-skinned girl. It’s not appropriate to comment further on her appearance, and there really isn’t much to say, because 90% of her body was exposed to the air. If the background were changed at this moment… say, by placing a platform under her feet with a pole for her to perform an impromptu dance, it wouldn’t seem out of place at all.

At this moment… the three of them stepped through the hinged door and stood in the corridor on the third underground level of the “K City Abnormal Biology Research Area”. And around them… there was no one.

The man with the baseball cap turned his head upward, downward, and side to side, taking in the surroundings…

“Okay, next time we won’t need to use the door,” he said, his tone carrying a hint of boastfulness.

Mujin turned around, “Hmm… teleport directly inside the Foundation, huh? That’s quite a thought. Why don’t you teleport back to that containment chamber of yours from back then? Those people probably miss you a lot.”

She said irritably, then took out a key and inserted it into the lock on the door behind her.

The “Baseball Cap” was not angered by her semi-mocking tirade, just a bit embarrassed as he scratched his head. The black-skinned girl beside him gave him a faint look that said, “Can’t be bothered to insult you.”

Soon…

“Click~ Click~”

Two sounds of the lock turning.

Immediately after that, Mujin pulled out the key and tugged firmly on the door, double-checking its secure lock before comfortably pocketing the key. “Okay! Let’s go and… hmm…”

“Lin Fan…” Baseball Cap prompted her.

“Right, let’s go get Lin Fan out first,” Mujin continued, “We need to hurry, because I still need to

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talk with him.”

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The two didn’t answer.

As soon as these words were spoken…

No, more precisely, as soon as the word “him” came out, Baseball Cap and the black-skinned girl’s expressions changed subtly, showing a hint of dejection. However, they quickly masked it, as if touching upon a matter well known but unwillingly mentioned by anyone.

Mujin noticed their expressions and smiled helplessly, “Let’s go, according to the information intercepted by ‘Aming,’ that Lin Fan should be in Section C by now.”

She said this and headed down the corridor.

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After turning several corners, the trio arrived at a crossroads.

All along, Mujin walked briskly. Each turn was made without hesitation, as if she knew exactly where to go, and she never worried about encountering anyone else.

And indeed, they didn’t see anyone on their way… it was clear.

Because as soon as the “research area” reported an emergency, everyone either rushed to the first or second floor and never returned, or they tucked away directly in the shelter area. There was no one on the path from that door to Section C, something she already knew.

At that moment, the crossroads in front of the three people was right in the middle of the entire floor. The sign in front indicated that the three other directions were “conference area”; “weapons distribution area”; “C-level containment area”; while the direction from which they came was “office area”.

Mujin did not look at the path signs at all because their destination, the C-level containment area, was unmistakably recognizable.

Just now, to the left side of the three people, the path was directly cut off by a door.

This was indeed a door, but you could also imagine it as a giant, round manhole cover made of nuclear radiation shielding material, thickened to a thickness of three meters. Around it, eight alloy steel columns about half a meter in diameter anchored it, with huge pressure valves mounted on both the inside and outside… To put it simply, if you don’t have the proper access, there’s no way you can get in…

Seeing such a door, Mujin did not appear surprised at all.

She simply walked naturally to the front of this huge door, capable of flattening a row of tanks if it were to fall.

Thereafter

she pulled out a black pen

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This was a very unusual scene, a woman… standing in front of such a huge door, began to write… and logically, a pen should not leave any trace on this kind of metal.

But as the tip of the pen moved across,

several lines of clear text miraculously appeared on the door…

“Open”

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Mujin capped the pen and took a few steps back, then from the gap between the door and the ground there came a

“hiss———”

sound of air.

At the same time, there was also the rumbling noise of giant bearings rolling.

This door began to slowly move

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It opened

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The air pressure stirred the airflow, making their clothes flutter… and the three of them just quietly watched the scene in front of them, with no expression of surprise. It was as if things were supposed to be this way.

A few seconds later…

The door was fully open, presenting to them a bright corridor similar to the outside, but with an arched ceiling, and not far away was a very distinct sign.

One arrow pointed to the left, two arrows to the right.

And on the left side, it read “C-207”.

The man wearing a baseball cap pinched the brim of his cap, turned it back with a flourish, and said, “Like usual?”

Before the sound of his words faded, Mujin had already taken the lead into the corridor, while shaking her head back at the two behind her: “No, this time you two go ahead with C-207. I want to meet him alone.”

The dark-skinned girl showed a trace of worry, her mouth slightly open as if wanting to say something, but the words at her lips turned into, “Be careful…”

Mujin had already reached the fork in the road, turning towards the direction of “C-209” and walked a few steps forward.

At the same time, she pulled out a red hairpin from her pocket and waved it at the two.

“Don’t worry about me!”

she said…

“If ‘Amin’s’ calculations are accurate, better worry about yourselves…”