Clown Game Novel Chapter 45 - 45 36 Sticky Task Six

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Chapter 45: Chapter 36 Sticky Task Six

Otherwise said, the products of the “Order Foundation” mostly carry an essence full of black technology, just like the hemostatic spray that “Rat” had just sprayed on the wound. The na is very ordinary, called “Hemostatic Spray.” The packaging is also simple; it’s the type that, if sold for more than 10 yuan at the pharmacy counter, would be considered extortion. Moreover, it’s unbelievably cheap, 10 yuan for a buy one, get one free deal.

And the effect, truly useful, within a dozen seconds of spraying, the wound at “Rat’s” throat had almost stopped bleeding. Moreover, the muscles around the hole began to gather together; about 3 minutes later, speaking and breathing were not hindered at all.

“After this mission, I definitely need to get a box for myself,” Chen Xiao thought secretly.

At this ti, because “Rat” had just experienced a lack of oxygen, his head was still a bit dizzy, but he had mostly recovered. He picked up the twin guns from the ground and said solemnly, “Let’s go, no matter what, we must save Stone. Just thinking about that strange bug inside him makes

feel uncomfortable all over.”

Team Leader Li nodded, indicating that he felt the sa way, then looked towards Chen Xiao.

“What did you just say about the female owner of the house?”

Chen Xiao replied, “I have a baseless speculation that this little guy is currently in its breeding season.”

“Breeding season?” Rat made a disgusted face.

Chen Xiao nodded, “Yeah, and his way of breeding should be ‘host reproduction,’ aning it will lay eggs inside a living organism and use the nutrients from this ‘Host Body’ to hatch them. This ‘Host Body’ is most likely the female owner, who we haven’t seen the body of yet. She’s locked in the basent where there’s no light and less noise, which also explains why we haven’t seen anything to eat in this house yet, though I haven’t looked in the fridge, but it’s probably empty too because everything has been moved to the basent to feed the ‘Host Body.'”

“Uh…” Rat didn’t know what to say at first, possibly because he was nearly suffocated by that sticky glob of spat phlegm earlier, and he maintained a disgusted grimace while discussing this subject.

“Well, whatever, let’s check out the basent first!” Team Leader Li said, “Also, Stone’s safety is paramount.”

After saying that, he also specifically glanced at Chen Xiao, implying not to shoot recklessly.

Chen Xiao shrugged, indicating, “Your call.”

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Enough small talk, the four ca in front of the basent door.

At this mont, the locked door had already been busted open by “Stone,” but the entrance was covered with a thick layer of goo. Chen Xiao didn’t even need to look to guess, based on the several seconds of continuous “overwhelming vomiting sound” just now, that this big blob probably couldn’t even be penetrated by bullets.

Team Leader Li frowned as he looked at the wall of goo in front of him, also knowing that bullets probably wouldn’t work against this substance. Then, he turned to a man wearing gloves nearby and said, “Lao Zhao, give it a try!”

Chen Xiao then knew that this guy’s na was Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao nodded, approached the mass of goo, and naturally rolled up his left sleeve to his elbow. And from his elbow down, everything was chanical.

Seeing this, Chen Xiao did not show any emotion. After all, when he opened his fingers upstairs, anyone could see that his left hand was definitely equipped with a chanical prosthetic.

Prosthetic limbs were quite common within the Foundation, especially among the field operatives. After all, as “field personnel” involved in nurous missions every other day, it was normal to lose an arm or a leg. Hence, there was a high demand for prostheses. Although they were expensive, the Foundation was quite “thoughtful”, ensuring at least basic mobility while adding various modifications to the limbs. From shooting flas to discharging electric shocks, you could find these features in the “D-level Exchange Zone”. In fact, so people even opted for prosthetics on purpose to achieve such effects.

So, what was the functionality of the prosthetic limb on this man called “Old Zhao”?

After a few small tallic clinks, small openings appeared on all four sides of his forearm, and soon a buzzing noise that resembled the sound of a turbine began, rapidly sucking in the surrounding air. Chen Xiao nodded his head, recognizing this “prosthetic enhanced function” from the database he had morized.

“Air Compression”

As the na suggests, it involves compressing air and using its forceful impact to cause damage, available in “Continuous Type” and “Power Type”.

The Continuous Type compresses quickly but holds less, while the Power Type is the exact opposite, compressing slowly but holding more.

The advantage of this feature is that it’s worry-free and usable anywhere, much safer than those prosthetics packed with nitrogen or grenades. I an, stuffing your limbs with explosives, one mishap in a fight could literally blow yourself up.

Interestingly, in a recomndation for a “Fla Throwing Function,” Chen Xiao spotted options for an “Ergency Fire Extinguisher” and a “Post-burn dication Kit”. He swore under his breath as he lay on the bed.

At that mont, the “turbine noise” from Old Zhao ceased, and judging by the timing, it was likely the “Power Type”.

Sure enough, both Li Team and Mouse wisely backed away several steps and covered their ears; Chen Xiao also stuck his fingers in his ears, yet his expression was like that of a mischievous child eagerly waiting for fireworks during the New Year.

With a loud “bang,” a gust of wind swept through, not only breaking the mucous-covered wall apart but also lifting the floorboards, sending chunks of wood and bits of stone pelting against Chen Xiao.

He watched in astonishnt, though the description said it was a “Power Type”, he hadn’t expected it to be this terrifyingly powerful. It was like a high-explosive grenade.

Of course, such a powerful additional function couldn’t be used frequently. Seeing the steam slowly emanating from Old Zhao’s prosthetic limb, it looked like it wouldn’t cool down for a good ten minutes or so.

“Let’s go!” Li Team picked up his gun and took the lead into the basent.

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The basent was sowhat larger than expected, clutters of cabinets and old household appliances scattered around. If the living room was just covered in sli, then this basent seed almost flooded, each step was unstable. Li Team’s flashlight shone on the walls, reflecting light so bright it made you squint, with canned goods, raw at, and remnants of food scattered everywhere, and “the stone”, nowhere to be seen.

At that mont, Li Team’s flashlight lit up a corner of the basent.

The sight made him furrow his brows.

“My god~” he exclaid in disbelief, “What the hell is that?”