Clown Game
Chapter 359 - 346: Always Lose When Gambling

Chapter 359: Chapter 346: Always Lose When Gambling

"Alright! Hurry up and deal with it, though automatic weapons are temporarily restricted, the weapons they still hold are extremely dangerous," Reina, who had also been hit by several bullets, obviously didn’t care much as she clenched her teeth and shouted.

The nurse had already run to the side of the drunkard and was touching his chest. The shocking wound healed at a visibly fast pace, and the growing muscles even pushed out all the bullet fragments inside.

Lin Fan also hobbled over, and the nurse replicated the process. In less than two seconds, Lin Fan’s injuries were largely healed.

And the nurse herself... apart from a few bullet holes in her clothes, looked as good as new.

Oh, right, there was Chen Xiao too. This guy, realizing what was going to happen when he saw Lin Fan charging out, quickly ran behind Bai Xiong. For the sake of protecting Reina and Locksmith, Bai Xiong had withstood quite a bit of gunfire... but his injuries were not that severe... and were already healing.

"We have been surrounded..." Lin Fan moved his body a bit and immediately shouted, "Turn left ahead, bypass the elevator... Damn, just one source of support and it’s this fast?"

"Stop complaining. If it wasn’t for the defensive weapons failing, we’d already be riddled with bullets," Dos instantly appeared beside Lin Fan and muttered.

"Forget about that, it’s not the most important thing..." Chen Xiao emerged from behind Bai Xiong and interrupted everyone’s conversation, "I don’t know how much time your signal blocker will hold, but if there are field agents stationed in this area... then what we’re facing will be more than just these third-rate guards."

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Meanwhile, about 300 meters below where Chen Xiao and his group were, in the staff lounge, sat a man in the Foundation’s ubiquitous black suit. He appeared to be in his early twenties. Although his features were not unattractive, he emanated a distinct aura of "ill luck," which could make anyone think of the word "misfortune" at first glance. Sitting opposite him was someone who looked like a guard, though he had taken off his helmet.

"Here it comes! Big!" the suited man shouted loudly, lifting the bowl that was placed on the table with anticipation. The three dice inside were still slightly trembling...

"Hahaha—! Hand it over!" The guard, looking at the three dice showing ones on the table, grinned as widely as Chen Xiao.

"Damn it, why such bad luck!" the suited man said with a deeply aggrieved look, relucantly pulling out two meal tickets from his pocket and handing them over, "That’s it, just two left, I owe you the rest."

"Ah, right, right..." the guard laughed, smoothing out the several meal tickets in front of him, "Since that’s all for today, let’s call it a day." Saying that, he stood up, grabbed a helmet beside him... "Hey? Should I leave you one?"

The suited man gestured with his hand, "No need, I can win them back next week."

"Alright then, since you said so, see you next week." The guard put on the helmet over his head and left the lounge with satisfaction.

Until now, he didn’t know the name of the young man, nor what he did; judging by his attire, he might be a field agent... He didn’t even have a bulletproof suit, probably just a D-level... But that didn’t matter, since the young man always handed over all his meal tickets on time every week. In fact, it could be said that he was sort of a boss, but he showed no airs of authority. In fact, apart from his obsession with gambling and his consistent losing streak, he seemed just like an ordinary neighborly young man. In the nearly two months since meeting him, the young man had forced him to gamble several times every Monday. Such activities weren’t strictly prohibited within the Foundation, and since the young man made it hard not to participate, the guard would reluctantly pocket his weekly meal tickets.

Oh, right, someone might ask if the Foundation still needs meal tickets? The answer is... except for the Pacific Division, they aren’t needed, but think about it, this place is under the deep sea. Personnel access and transportation are extremely cumbersome, and many people stay here for several months or even half a year, so meal tickets, an item most military units would have phased out, are still in use here.

Seeing the guard disappear from his line of sight, the young man in the black suit lowered his head with a look of despondency, sighed deeply, and pulled out his last meal ticket from his pocket.

This was really the last one... Although with his status, he could easily request many meal tickets, he felt somewhat embarrassed to ask, lest someone would find out that he had lost all his meal tickets, how embarrassing that would be.

Helpless, Ziliang could only blame his luck again, telling himself that next time he would surely win them back!

Right... Yes, this unlucky twenty-something-year-old’s name was "Ziliang." This surname was indeed a bit strange, but it was not too rare. Perhaps in some world, there was a youngster with that surname... Maybe even a quite impressive person.

As for Ziliang... Except for his inevitable losses in gambling, he was a very capable person, apparent from his affiliation with the Omega Squad. He had been alligned to the Pacific Division due to the myriad events that unfolded following the disappearance of "Dos" during the last Black Mirror mission. Just like that, over a month had passed.

During this time, Ziliang had nothing to do every day apart from eating and sleeping; his only other occupation was gambling meal tickets...

Maybe something felt that it was too boring for him to sit around like that, so his already not-so-great luck sought him out again.

"Psst—psst—" a series of intermittent signals came through the headset.

"All field agents.... to arrive at sector 2246... area——invasion... crisis... repeat, all field..."

The voice in the headset was intermittent and unclear, followed by a harsh electronic sound, and the signal was cut off.

"What’s going on?" Ziliang muttered, already frustrated, and now it seemed some kind of urgent notice had popped up, sounding quite rushed. "Invasion?? What does that mean? Can this place even be invaded? You must be joking." He thought self-mockingly, but... from the signals in the headset, it seemed like the Foundation’s internal communication system was really experiencing some interference: "Sector 2246, huh? Could there really be a situation?" He hesitated, then stood up.

"Ah well, nothing else to do... Let’s go check it out..." he said and then slowly walked out of the lounge.

(Let’s stir up some trouble... hehehe...)