My Cell Prison
Chapter 1496 - 1494: Fierce Battle in the Courtyard

Chapter 1496: Chapter 1494: Fierce Battle in the Courtyard

Han Dong chased downward along the stairs.

Just as he passed by the headless corpse of the unfortunate caregiver, the lifeless body suddenly reached out and blocked Han Dong’s path.

At the same time, the rolling head at the bottom of the stairs began to speak:

"Are you... planning to hunt down this killer?"

"Yes." Considering that this guy provided crucial help in the last cycle, Han Dong chose to respond.

"Please take me with you. I might be able to help."

"How do I take you?" Han Dong had little time to spare; the killer was fleeing rapidly with four hands and two legs, and losing him even for a moment could be disastrous.

"Just take my head and my right arm.

My head can help you see more details, and my arm can assist you in dealing with him."

With that.

The caregiver’s headless corpse suddenly underwent a mutation.

The muscles at the upper part of the right arm began to exhibit a "fiber-pulling" phenomenon and then automatically severed.

The detached right arm revealed about 15 centimeters of pure bone at the upper end, designed like a sword handle for easy grip.

When Han Dong approached and grabbed the bony grip at the arm’s end, a notification sounded.

『Fate Equipment Acquired—"Lester Caregiver’s Right Arm," World Exclusive』

[Type]: Blunt Weapon

[Quality]: Superior

Special Effects:

① "Attribute Compatibility" — Lester’s Right Arm adapts to the user’s attributes, delivering equivalent effects. (When this feature activates, the arm fuses with the user’s inherent abilities, potentially enhancing the weapon’s quality.)

② "Nervous Reflex" — This equipment connects to the user’s nervous system, increasing attack speed.

Remarks: Lester primarily specializes in assisting overweight patients within the hospital. His right arm alone can support patients weighing up to 300 kilograms and has earned him the "Caregiver of the Year" award three years in a row.

"What the hell? Fate Equipment!"

Han Dong couldn’t have imagined obtaining his first piece of Fate Equipment this early in the storyline—let alone a superior-grade living weapon.

In a scenario where levels of suppression and complete equipment seals have been enforced, the importance of remotely usable Fate Equipment during the opening phase cannot be overstated.

As Han Dong gripped the skeletal base of the arm,

Crack~ Crack~ Tiny threads of nerve fibers emerged from the bone, connecting seamlessly with Han Dong’s palm, merging into one entity.

Simultaneously,

Characteristics associated with ghouls and the G-virus fused with the weapon as well, making the arm even deadlier.

"Good stuff!"

After a quick compliment, Han Dong also picked up the caregiver’s head.

However, there was no notification about the head—it was, after all, the caregiver’s original body, not a piece of equipment.

Since the entire hospital was already so bizarre, Han Dong felt no concern about how his eventual appearance might look.

Swoosh! He reached into the caregiver’s neck and pulled out a flexible blood vessel, tying it to his waist and preparing to continue.

The caregiver had no objections, even looking rather pleased, as though the tugging sensation around his neck brought him immense satisfaction.

And so.

With a blunt weapon strapped to his back and a head tied to his waist, Han Dong completed his first set of weaponry for this incident.

However, due to the delay, the killer had already descended seven floors.

Han Dong couldn’t afford to waste any more time; he vaulted over the stair railing and plunged downward into the open stairwell.

[13th Floor]→[5th Floor]

When Han Dong’s descent aligned him with the killer’s current floor, he grabbed onto the railing to halt his fall... Crack~ The greater distance this time compared to previous drops nearly caused him to lose his grip and plummet to the ground floor.

"Phew~ That was close!"

As Han Dong climbed over the railing, he saw that the killer had exited the stairwell and was heading toward the hospital’s fifth floor.

At the same time, the sound of footsteps echoed from below, most likely from the police in pursuit.

"Shit!"

Out of curiosity, he glanced downward.

The sight before him was not the typical officers from before; these were fully armored SWAT units, equipped with gas masks and automatic rifles.

Judging by the earlier accidental discharge, if discovered, they might shoot without hesitation... especially since Han Dong had a head hanging from his waist.

He immediately turned away and continued chasing the killer toward the fifth floor.

The Lower Zone of the hospital, where the killer was likely hiding, had all its doors securely shut.

When Han Dong entered the corridor, he caught the killer crawling into the operating room at the end, moving like a spider.

"Hmm! A decent spot... Operating rooms have excellent soundproofing, making them ideal for taking this guy out.

Still, I need to hurry.

When I jumped down the stairwell, the compressed handprint I left on the metal railing is bound to attract SWAT attention, leading them to search the fifth floor thoroughly."

With this thought in mind, Han Dong sprinted as fast as he could.

When he pushed open the door at the end, illuminated by surgical lights, he had to pass through a long buffer area before reaching the innermost operating zone...

This long corridor emanated a pungent smell, and the flickering lights heightened its eerie atmosphere.

Han Dong’s instincts told him the killer was undoubtedly inside the operating theater.

"Mr. Lester, I’ll need you to keep an eye on our rear."

"Leave it to me," said the caregiver’s head on Han Dong’s waist, wearing a reassuring expression.

Quickly traversing the corridor, Han Dong flung open the operating room door.

The sight before him would make any ordinary person empty their stomachs—no need for vivid details. Let’s just say the killer had barged into an ongoing "special" surgery, slaughtering both doctor and patient in the most gruesome fashion.

The killer, reveling in the thrill of carnage, was now perched on the ceiling.

The black cloak concealing his body had been entirely discarded, soaked through with blood.

He appeared as a middle-aged man with anatomical markings tattooed across his body,

two additional arms growing out of his shoulder blades, featuring adhesive structures that allowed him to effortlessly cling to the ceiling.

His natural two arms wielded butcher knives crafted from "human bone,"

and judging by the carnage, including the slicing of metal instruments, their sharpness was unrivaled.

Yet Han Dong showed not an ounce of fear; in fact, a crazed smile crept across his lips.

"Mr. Lester, let’s do this... Keep an eye on my back and report any changes to me."

With his Demon Eye sealed, Han Dong’s vision couldn’t cover everything; he had to rely on the caregiver to bridge the gaps.

"Let’s get to it. I want to see what it feels like to chop off his head."

Before Han Dong could make his move,

the killer, fully consumed by his bloodlust, locked his sights on the intruder.

He also took notice of the caregiver he had failed to fully kill earlier, which his obsessive killing nature could not tolerate.

Hisssss—A guttural sound escaped him.

With a powerful thrust of his legs, he launched himself toward Han Dong at the door.

The butcher knives in his hands poised in a "Cross Slash" formation, determined to slice Han Dong into four pieces.

Whoo...

Han Dong took a deep breath, as if slipping back into his old combat rhythm.

When it came to killing, this murderer would have to address Han Dong as "teacher."

Even without the abilities of the Faceless Skull, Han Dong’s brain remained a highly precise machine.

He calculated the timing and range of the attack.

Just as the butcher knives reached striking distance,

Han Dong stepped backward, drawing the Fate Equipment strapped to his back—"Lester Caregiver’s Right Arm."

And came down with a heavy strike!

Duang! The sound was unmistakably that of a solid hit!