Clown Game
Chapter 358 - 345: Hit it

Chapter 358: Chapter 345: Hit it

"Ah?" Chen Xiao couldn’t believe his ears. "Strike there? At a branch of the Order Foundation? And in the Pacific Division where defenses are most rigorous?"

"Yeah, just like that," said the drunkard casually, as if discussing something very mundane. "Oh, right, we also have an evacuation plan."

"Hmm..." Chen Xiao drew out the word, hesitating. "You say it’s a plan, but now I feel like all your plans are tagged with ’unreliable.’ Still, let’s hear it."

"Ah? The detector..." The nurse said, seemingly suddenly remembering something as he rummaged through his clothes. "Oh, found it." He then pulled out something resembling a Rubik’s cube from his pocket. "This is the device. As long as we have it, after a while, it will break the Foundation’s architectural material shielding against ’ENIAC,’ and then we’ll be able to contact Amin."

"And then?" Chen Xiao nodded thoughtfully... After a while, when the other party didn’t make a sound. "Ah? That’s it??"

"That’s it!" the nurse answered matter-of-factly, then pocketed the Rubik’s cube again.

"Well, since this is our first time in combat, it might seem a bit rushed, but once we contact Amin, he will always figure something out for us. Remember how it was at the Asian Division before, the most important thing is, we trust each other." Seeing the shocked expression on Chen Xiao’s face, Locksmith hurriedly explained.

"Fine, fine, your rhetoric about mutual assistance from 30 years ago can’t even stop a bullet now," Chen Xiao waved his hand dismissively. "Hey, given your ’act first, talk later’ approach, isn’t it a testament to your strength that the Foundation hasn’t wiped you out yet? So... Hehehe, since it’s come to this, let’s... go for it." Chen Xiao suddenly changed his tune, as if he had instantly embraced this absurd plan, even seeming more excited.

...

It was at this moment.

"No good, looks like a signal has broken through!" Reina exclaimed, pinching her temples.

"Ah? What does that mean?"

"It means... we’re about to be exposed."

Before she could finish, as if to prove her words accurate, a harsh alarm sounded.

"Quick, I’ve cut off this area’s automated weapons, 20 minutes, we must rush to the containment area!" shouted Reina.

At the same time, Lin Fan dashed toward the door across the corridor. Just as he was about to crash into it, the door suddenly slid open, and a few closely gathered guards walked in with their guns aimed. Then, a splatter of blood flew!

Compared to half a year ago, Lin Fan was even faster now, surpassing even his self-hypnotic speeds, and during his sprint, two faintly glowing steel spikes had appeared in his hands. As the door slid open and momentarily blocked the outsiders’ view, he swiftly struck backwards, stabbing one of the guards precisely in the throat—a rehearsed maneuver, executed impeccably.

Of course, these guards were also well-trained. They had been prepared for the presence of someone in the corridor and did not freeze like the previous unfortunate guards. Seeing their companions being killed instantly did not phase them; instead, they cleverly used the bodies of their teammates as cover to dash into the corridor, where gunfire erupted.

The first target was naturally Lin Fan.

The corridor was narrow, leaving little room to dodge, and with six people charging in, the front two side by side, semi-automatic shotguns blared in a continuous roar, madly spraying a swath of bullets, while the four behind followed in a crouching position, their rotating gun barrels spewing six streaks of bright blue flames, with metal bullets dancing in the cramped space!

This was a common combat formation in the Foundation, which could cover a corridor with firepower almost instantly, leaving no blind spots. The guard who had been stabbed through the throat was instantly blown back by the blast.

Meanwhile... Lin Fan was hit by several bullets...

A volley of dense bullets hammered into his upper body, tearing open huge swathes of flesh, the impact forcing him violently backward. However, Lin Fan seemed to have anticipated this, and with a foot as pivot, his body spun in a way that defied common sense, turning retreat into advance, swinging his remaining arm round, and with a clang, the steel spike shattered the helmet of the foremost guard and plunged directly into his brain.

This series of movements was almost completed in the instant gunfire erupted. However, someone was even faster. As the door opened and the scene on the other side just became fully visible, the Mailman had already disappeared, only to reappear in the center of the still-living six-man team. Owing to the formation being circular, no one realized an extra person had appeared in their midst. The Mailman naturally placed his hands on the helmets of two guards on either side, then... disappeared again... along with the heads of the guards on their necks...

At that moment, the two headless corpses seemingly hadn’t yet realized they were dead, still maintaining their shooting stance... The next second.

"Bang!!!"

There was a muffled sound.

Actually, there were seven muffled sounds, but they were so rapid, it was hard to distinguish.

The drunkard was a bit tipsy, and thus slow to react. The bullets had already penetrated his body before he realized he should do something. So, he slightly crouched and violently lunged forward...

In that instant, he first collided with a corpse thrown by the bullets, which then exploded instantly into a shower of flesh, followed by Lin Fan’s victim, then the third and fourth... He was swift, like a missile that didn’t need acceleration to reach its maximum speed, starting and stopping instantly, and everything he touched was blasted apart by the tremendous impact, smashing against the walls, scattering, then slowly sliding down.

"Ptui..." Lin Fan struggled to stand, spitting out the flesh that had splashed over his face. "What are you doing? I could have handled it alone... Look at the mess you’ve made!" he shouted, dragging his mutilated half body.

"Er..." The drunkard was still a bit dizzy. "I wasn’t paying attention... they were shooting at me... I just reacted instinctively, puh—" he said, spitting out a mouthful of blood, looking down to discover his chest had been shot through.</p