Clown Game
Chapter 270 - 257: The Return of the Dark Realm (XII)

Chapter 270: Chapter 257: The Return of the Dark Realm (XII)

Everyone raised their weapons, and a few even dug out a couple of highly explosive projectiles from their equipment slots. They weren’t quite sure what had happened, but a semicircular pit about 3 meters in diameter had suddenly appeared in front of them, with everything inside it gone. In front of the pit, a man appeared abruptly. What was most critical was that this man wasn’t wearing a protective suit, let alone a protective helmet, standing completely naked within this anomaly... Such a scenario would make anyone extremely vigilant, and it was already quite restrained that they didn’t shoot him on the spot.

The standoff between this one man and the dozen or so others didn’t last long before Dos took the initiative to speak.

"My name is Branislav Dosnovich," he said with an accent not unlike the one Abraham used at the beginning, "I’m one of the field commanders for this mission."

As he spoke, he insincerely tapped on his chest,

It was only when people saw this Foundation-specific gesture that they began to relax slightly, and the man carrying the long rifle continued, "You can call me..."

Everyone frowned,

"Dos"

The corners of everyone’s brows relaxed a bit, and they all let out a sigh of relief. Someone with a more straightforward nature in the crowd immediately asked bluntly, "Are you with Omega Squad?"

The question seemed redundant, but since it was brought up, many were eager to hear the answer, so no one interrupted.

Dos nodded and took a few steps forward.

"How can you not wear a protective suit?" the same person asked.

Dos, apparently impatient, shook his wrist where an ordinary-looking bracelet was fastened... a wearable "Aberration Isolation Field."

He said nonchalantly, as if addressing a group of middle-class people driving Mercedes and BMWs, casually referring to the giant armor behind him as a "Gundam prototype", oh, and among those driving Mercedes and BMWs were also a few poor fellows on tractors.

Yet, there wasn’t a hint of boasting in Dos’s tone; he seemed to take it for granted that such a gap in equipment existed.

At that moment, Dos cast his gaze over the assembled crowd, "So many casualties?"

He inquired.

A thin person responded, "No, the reason we are so few is that we split into two groups. This group is planning to cross the city center, consisting mostly of A-level field agents, along with two B-level squads, while the members of the other group are all B-level personnel..." As they spoke, they seemed to remember something and hesitated, "Um... It’s strange, but there is also a three-person C-level team in the other group. I don’t know how they got involved, but their route bypasses the more severely damaged areas, I guess they’re around the edge, and as for casualties, we’ve lost one person on our side, and no one else is injured. The condition of the other group is still unknown..."

The thin person spoke rapidly, with clear enunciation, quickly giving a near-complete rundown of the situation.

Dos nodded. He was always very straightforward and efficient, preferring to simplify anything unnecessary.

Therefore, when he had just started heading this way, he had already formulated a battle plan. He didn’t ask about how the person who had died came to be, nor did he inquire in detail about the aberration he had just eliminated; in his view, all that could be simplified. Given that the range of the Dark Realm was so vast this time and the aberrant products were so different from before, it was even more important to quickly locate the incursion point and cleanse this invasion; otherwise, the longer it dragged on, the greater the chance of something uncontrollable happening.

"Now, everyone pair up and spread out!" Dos commanded.

...

After that command... there was silence.

...

Several seconds passed

"Huh? What did you say?"

The straightforward person bellowed out loud.

In Foundation field operations, Omega Squad operates with an independent structure, which you could consider the only S-level team, with its members enjoying many privileges, one of which is that, during field missions, Omega Squad has authority higher than the supreme commander. To put it clearly, on the battlefield, their word is more effective than that of the management personnel, and others are obliged to refer to them as... the officer.

The officer’s word is naturally an order. But that doesn’t mean that Omega can order others to their deaths. Thus, the forthright individual expressed his doubt immediately. The others also looked tensely at this so-called officer... they didn’t think this man was an overly optimistic fool, but they indeed didn’t comprehend what he meant.

A mission in the Dark Realm isn’t ordinary; here, whether it’s snakes, birds, fish, insects, or A-level personnel, if their protective suits are breached, they are almost certainly doomed. This means that dispersing in the Dark Realm is akin to suicide; should their indicators turn red, they might not even receive a mercy shot.

...

Dos, looking at the silent crowd before him, certainly knew what the others were thinking.

Thereupon, he pulled several black marbles, the size of walnuts, from the equipment slot at his lower back.

"I don’t want to explain too much, but I’m not sending you to your deaths. These little gadgets are a type of locator, they also have a 360-degree field of vision reminiscent of compound eyes. As long as you have them, I can support you in real-time."

He said earnestly though... the others still did not understand.

"Uh... Officer, maybe I didn’t quite understand you. You’re saying that if we carry these devices, you can provide support if we encounter danger, right?"

Dos nodded, "Yes, actually, I can do more than just help in danger. Every aberration you encounter, debris falling from buildings, bullets or lumps of flesh shot out from the shadows, whatever it is, if you ask, I can even deal with mosquitoes that are annoying you. What I need is for you to spread out quickly, move as fast as possible... I need a broader source of signals..."

The people present were still a bit confused, but they should have grasped the man’s message: just run, and leave the rest to me!

So, the straightforward, or perhaps a bit foolish person, spoke up again.

"That’s all well and good, but if we’re scattered in every corner of the city, how will you support us?"

And that was the question everyone present wanted to ask.

Upon hearing this, Dos calmly reached over his shoulder, grasping the very long, and somewhat unsightly rifle on his back, and replied casually:

"With this..."