Clown Game
Chapter 333 - 320 Rescue

Chapter 333: Chapter 320 Rescue

Meanwhile.

Unknown location.

"I’m saying, maybe I should go earlier. I’m not too worried about those two, but that Chen Xiao, who knows, he might just get himself killed if he’s not careful." The guy in the baseball cap muttered anxiously, pacing back and forth in the room.

"What... are you afraid he’ll die?" A dark-skinned woman dressed scantily lounged lazily on a couch, picking fruit from a plate with a toothpick and popping it into her mouth.

The baseball cap wearer looked at her helplessly. "Of course, I’m afraid he’ll die. You know, if we pull this off, we are headed to the Pacific Division! Don’t you think that’s exciting?!"

"Psh... Anything that troubles the Foundation you find exciting," the dark-skinned woman scoffed, giving him a disdainful glance.

"Of course! What do you think I’m doing here for, do you really think I believe in that woman’s so-called ’saving the world’? I couldn’t care less what happens to this world. My only goal is to destroy the Foundation, they must pay for their deeds!"

The dark-skinned woman shrugged her shoulders, not engaging further. She knew that whenever this topic came up, the man in front of her would become extremely paranoid, and the best thing to do was... ignore him and let him rant.

Just then.

The door was pushed open. However, Qiu Mujin didn’t come in, but leaned against the doorway, calmly looking at her watch.

"When exactly did Ah Ming say we should wait until?" the baseball cap shouted eagerly.

Qiu Mujin indeed ignored him, still watching her watch, then after a while,

"3"

At the sound of this number, the baseball cap finally exhaled a sigh of relief, rubbing his hands together.

"2"

"1"

As soon as the voice fell,

With a "pop," as if a vacuum suddenly emerged in front of them, all the air violently compressed, making a strange light noise.

The guy with the baseball cap had vanished.

...

...

In that instant, many things happened.

Song Xuan’s blade had fallen and risen again, severing the Mother Bug’s spine with a vertical slash from top to bottom.

Bai Xiong threw the burning skeleton in his hand toward the Mother Bug, its fleshy, sticky body obviously the best kindling, igniting instantly into a roaring inferno that engulfed it.

Chen Xiao struggled, using his last bit of strength to stretch a hand out of the pile of bugs, hoping to catch someone’s attention, but soon after, the physical toll and the side effects of his invincibility overwhelmed his remaining consciousness, and he passed out.

Song Xuan jumped back, dodging the flames. Bai Xiong plunged into the inferno, retrieving the necklace that was incredibly precious to him.

No one noticed the feeble, drooping hand, hanging lifelessly as if all hope had been drained away.

But... miles away, someone was anxiously waiting for that very hand.

So with a pop, a person appeared, in the fiendishly bright light of the Mother Nest, dropping out of nowhere, seemingly prepared as he reached out to firmly grasp it. Then he vanished without a trace.

It was too quick for anyone to notice.

...

Meanwhile.

Outside an apartment directly facing the bustling district in North Seattle. The man in the baseball cap suddenly appeared, and with him, the nearly breathless Chen Xiao.

This guy with the baseball cap is known among the Splitters as "the Courier" because he can transport himself and other things anywhere, but he never dares to carelessly enter the "nurse’s" room.

The reason... it’s just too chaotic. Once you step in, you might end up stepping on a beer bottle, slipping and stabbing your belly on a potted cactus, getting stabbed through the hand by a fruit knife, and even, quite unfortunately, smashing your face with a freshly changed sanitary pad.

Yeah... that’s how dangerous the nurse’s room is.

After standing firm, the Courier glanced at the dying Chen Xiao, breathing a sigh of relief. It seemed that once they were here, there would be no more worries about their life.

He knocked on the door and then pushed it open with his hand. As expected, it wasn’t locked.

"I’m coming in!" the postman shouted as he dragged Chen Xiao inside.

They kicked aside a few beer cans and steered clear of an overflowing trash can.

At that moment, a "nurse" came out from the inner room, her hair casually tied back, wearing an outdated pair of black-framed glasses, a loose tank top, and shorts, with mismatched slippers on her feet, clutching a can of beer in her hand.

"Is this guy Chen Xiao?" she asked, scratching her head with a sleepy look in her eyes, seemingly unfazed by the bloody, horrific scene.

"Yeah, that’s him," the man replied nonchalantly, "He’s not going to die, right?"

"Of course he won’t die!" the nurse responded with a knowingly foolish expression, "It’s just... the injuries are too severe."

The postman turned his head, looked at Chen Xiao, who was as pale as a ghost and riddled like a sieve, and shook his arm.

...

No response.

"Hmm... Looks pretty bad, how long will it take?" he asked.

The nurse hesitated for a moment, "Three days..."

The man in the baseball cap nodded.

If the nurse said three days, then it definitely would be three days. Despite her slovenly appearance, it was undeniable that she had an accurate grasp of healing times.

Then, the nurse took a swig of beer, as if suddenly remembering something...

"So, after he’s fully recovered, we are heading to the Pacific Division?"

"Of course..." the man in the baseball cap replied.

The nurse fell silent for a moment...

"Am I going too?"

...

...

The man pursed his lips, as if he was asked a tough question.

"I know this is hard for you... but this isn’t a small operation, we can’t do it without you..."

"Yeah!" the nurse interrupted brashly, "I’m not a child, just call me when it’s time!"

She waved her hand, displaying a carefree expression, "This kid... just leave him here, and remember to close the door."

After saying that, she turned around in an attempt to look carefree, guzzled the rest of her beer, threw the can away, and walked into her own bedroom.

The man in the baseball cap sighed. This woman, appearing indifferent to everything, but everyone knew the immense pain she was enduring psychologically. She drank because she was afraid to close her eyes easily, she didn’t go out because she was afraid to face other people.

When they had rescued her from the containment room, the scene was hellish; her hair was disheveled and she was curled up in a corner... as if terrified of everything.

The postman did not want to recall the torture those people had inflicted on her, those inhumane actions... Perhaps those people were considered heroes saving the world, but to those who had truly experienced it, they were nothing but extremely cruel devils.

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It’s still the same button, on one side is the so-called saving the world, on the other is enduring endless pain.

Would you press it?

...

But no matter what your decision is, the Foundation is the one forcing you to press it!

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(Oh man, I can’t bring out the feeling I want! How annoying!

Those with strong psychological endurance may want to check out SCP—231.)