Clown Game
Chapter 427 - 405 Amputation

Chapter 427: Chapter 405 Amputation

The Non-Euclidean Union Group, Underground Containment Area, several massive particle cutters were operating at full capacity. Their target was none other than the containment area’s door.

Even without the force field protection, the door, solely due to the strength of its material, was not easy to open. Fortunately, if the Foundation could create the hardest shield, it could naturally produce the sharpest spear. After a considerable amount of time, the door’s bearings were finally cut through, and then, some workers used a pneumatic machine to pull the door open. (As for why they cut through the door instead of the wall... it’s because it’s the same material...)

So the goal of these people... of course, was the only thing left by their adversaries in this invasion incident, that very door.

Since everyone had left, no one could take the door with them; it could only stand there. This was not due to negligence but an unavoidable situation. It was like trying to lift oneself by one’s collar.

Some armed personnel quickly entered the containment area, the door now right before their eyes, and people immediately surrounded it...

"Positions!" a leading person said, with several others behind him carrying extremely powerful weapons and detection instruments. Their orders were to chase through the door as quickly as possible; even if they couldn’t find anyone, at least they could figure out where those people had gone, as there were bound to be some clues.

This was almost the last remedial measure.

"Open the door!" someone shouted. It had been a long time since the invaders had fled, and they could no longer afford to waste time.

No sooner had the words been spoken than the person at the front immediately opened the door!

Unexpectedly!

In an instant!

Tens of thousands of tons of seawater poured out crazily from behind the door, instantly drowning everyone. The tremendous water pressure turned the door into a high-pressure water canyon with a diameter of 2 meters. The seawater filled the corridor in seconds, flooding the entire containment area, and the door, propelled by the forceful pressure, drifted wildly with the flow, continuously spraying even more seawater.

It all happened too suddenly; no one had time to react, and even if they had, there was nothing they could do. The first one to open the door had already been turned into a pile of mush, and the rest fell like flies in a washing machine, the water level rising rapidly past the sixth underground level, the fifth, without slowing down a bit, quickly submerging everything.

This was the very lock that the Postman left as his final gift... The lock core and the giant door that had been sent to the ocean floor months ago, to break away from the Pacific Division, were made to match. Of course, that door still remained in the deep Pacific ocean at this very moment!

According to Chen Xiao’s temperament, having come all this way, how could he possibly leave without leaving a gift?

However, what effect this gift had achieved, Chen Xiao and the others didn’t know, nor were they in any mood to care.

Because at that moment...

"Ugh—~" The Locksmith was the first to not take it, turning his head to vomit, seeing he was a non-combatant and somewhat unaccustomed to such scenes.

Afterward, Reina and Lin Fan also came over. Although they could bear it, what the eyes don’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over.

The few young girls had also seen their share of the world, but they were still young, after all. Continuing to watch was not only useless but could also affect mental and physical health.

In the end, almost everyone had returned to the transporter, leaving Chen Xiao there to tinker by himself.

So what was Chen Xiao doing? Let’s take a look.

Firstly, laid out on the ground were an electric saw, a hammer, a chisel, and an axe used for chopping trees; secondly, in his left hand was a pig-slaughtering knife, and in his right was a handsaw. He stabbed wildly at the nearly three-meter-tall corpse, the sound of flesh splitting and cracking creating a spine-chilling effect.

Chen Xiao, grinning with blood all over him and feathers flying all around, had behind him a half-arm and a piece of wing. He was now gathering his strength to pull a section of intestine out. Since the Angel had been dead for too long and hadn’t eaten, the guts were dry and shriveled. He had barely tugged for a while when the insides tangled up. Chen Xiao, without a word, picked up the pig-slaughtering knife and "chop chop chop" chopped the intestines, then grabbed the saw and started jabbing inside, almost slipping in due to exerting too much force... Ah, the expression on his face was indescribably twisted.

This amputation technique was more brutal than a wild cat catching a ball of yarn.

That’s why no one else wanted to stay here. Yes, I know these people are no saints, and the number of people who have died at their hands must not be small, but Chen Xiao’s method was still hard to accept. It’s like everyone poops, but staring closely at your poop after doing so is definitely going to be disgusting.

So, let’s just skip this unpleasant scene.

In the cabin, the rest of the people sat quietly, because the sounds of the electric saws and the chopping of bones outside were really annoying, so they closed the cabin door and finally got a moment of peace.

A little while later.

"Bang, bang, bang!" A series of knocking sounds.

Lin Fan, closest to the door, reluctantly opened it.

Outside was Chen Xiao, covered in blood, his face devoid of its natural color, as if he had bathed in a pool of minced flesh and blood, and then ran through a chicken coop to stick feathers all over himself.

"It’s done!"

He panted heavily and didn’t forget to lift up the huge severed head in his hand as a gesture, his eyes sparkling with excitement, like a 70-year-old man suddenly regaining his vigor.

Lin Fan averted his gaze reluctantly, "Just saying it would have been enough, no need to bring the proof here," he complained.

Locksmith, seeing the door open, instinctively looked out and saw the blood-soaked, muddy ground with chopped-up corpses scattered on top.

"Ugh—~~"

Fortunately, Lin Fan had anticipated this and easily dodged.

Well, there went the option of staying idle in the plane; the people had no choice but to leave the aircraft.

Chen Xiao, holding the head, calmed his wildly beating heart, "The agreed time is tomorrow, right?" he casually asked.

Song Xuan silently looked down at his watch.

"According to Antarctic time, there are still 3 hours until midnight."

"Who knows if she can tell the time over there," the Drunkard casually interjected.

Chen Xiao waved his hand, "Don’t worry, he surely has a way, let’s start preparing."

By this time, Locksmith had finally finished vomiting, walking over with a weak face... "Okay," he said.

At this moment, in Antarctica, Polar Research Area.

In a nursing room, a young-looking woman sat in a wheelchair, surrounded by several people in nursing attire meticulously taking care of her! Her body was full of tubes, and she looked like she was on the brink of death.