Clown Game Novel Chapter 131 - 131 127 Unknown Task 11

??Chapter 131: Chapter 127 Unknown Task 11

Chapter 131: Chapter 127 Unknown Task 11

Bai Xiong was a very steady person.

Take accepting tasks, for instance, he wasn’t like so people who recklessly courted death whenever they got bored.

When Bai Xiong encountered a task, he would first consider the general type of the task, the likelihood of encountering battle, the level of danger, then compare it with his existing strength. He also calculated the costs and benefits during the task among other factors. In the end, he would decide whether to accept the task.

Therefore, his tasks were all very mundane, neither involving life-and-death turmoil nor derisively trivial potholes; quiet, solid, yet continually ascending.

So might say that constant smooth sailing couldn’t sharpen the fierceness needed between life and death. This statent was definitely true, as people fighting for their lives could always unleash more ferocious power than usual. Bai Xiong knew this principle all too well, but risking one’s life was still risking one’s life—it wasn’t his way of handling things. As ntioned at the beginning, he was a very steady person. After all, one only lives once, and those who actively risk their lives are either gamblers or madn, and certainly not Bai Xiong.

He was a man with a big story, being chosen as a “guinea pig” was definitely not a coincidence. He had made his move… a very stable move. This ant his next move would be even steadier. Thus, after joining the Foundation, Bai Xiong didn’t do anything superfluous, but quietly began engaging in field tasks. Through several quick and safe “anomalous object” containnts, he accumulated a few conventional weapons. In subsequent tasks, he tended to accept missions involving smaller teams, which had high return rates and were safer than solo missions because of the collaboration. Most importantly, he could quickly familiarize himself with the strengths and weaknesses of various Foundation weapons and observe as many effects of different serums as possible. After this, Bai Xiong abandoned the teamwork approach and began undertaking challenging missions alone because by then, he no longer needed the protection of other forces. If one were to chart out an individual’s task returns, Bai Xiong’s would be a straight line soaring upwards, getting steeper and steeper, like the outline of a mountain.

He steadily advanced, silently, never flashing any dazzling brilliance, but was constantly amassing extraordinary power. Compared to so pitiful souls who didn’t even know who they were, Bai Xiong was undoubtedly fortunate because he knew what he wanted.

He wanted more weapons, better serums, higher clearance, more powerful strength—to beco so strong that he could stand at the top of the Foundation’s tower and face soone very much like himself.

Such a steady person naturally had his own wisdom. For instance, he knew Chen Xiao was tailing the target, so the target absolutely couldn’t escape. Although that youngster was unreliable, when faced with sothing interesting, he definitely wouldn’t disappoint… unless the target suddenly acquired a capability to evade pursuit, like flying or speeding up by dozens of tis… And breezing through the sky wasn’t sothing that could happen on a whim, but speeding up substantially was indeed possible.

Bai Xiong stood on the overpass, watching the eye-sore in the purple suit squeeze into the shopping mall and imdiately turned to run towards the exit of the underground parking lot.

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Lin Fan—able to see into the future.

And when you see the future, the future changes.

Lin Fan naturally knew this well. Usually, he always picked one from the countless possible futures and steered it towards the direction he desired.

But at this mont, he was sowhat baffled… because in the countless futures he saw, they all seed to point to the sa outco.

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At that mont, the car sped towards the exit; in the rearview mirror, the weirdo in purple had shrunk to a speck—there was absolutely no chance of catching up. Victory was almost within reach, but ironically, a tall figure was about to appear at the exit of the parking lot…

“You must be joking…” Lin Fan couldn’t help but shout out.

Because after seeing this person, all the futures where he could escape were instantly crushed.

He saw the man charge at him, leap up, hurl a huge boulder. With a drop of his shoulder, he would smash the car’s hood, overturn the car with his bare hands, kick the smoking engine to pieces, tear off the windshield, brutally pull off the car door, crumple it like scrap paper, and crush it…

Among the myriad possible futures, he used countless ways to stop the car, then tore it apart like dismantling a toy. And yet, he couldn’t find any way to get past this terrifying guy…

For a mont, Lin Fan couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but he quickly steadied his mind. If he was able to see the future, then accepting the existence of a man who could tear apart a car with his bare hands wasn’t that hard.

So, less than 500 ters from the exit, he slamd on the brakes and imdiately turned the car around.

After all, tearing a car apart with bare hands isn’t sothing just anyone could do.

At this thought, he then saw the strangely dressed man in the distance pull out a silver gun from under his trousers.

…At that mont, Lin Fan’s mouth, which had just closed, dropped open again in terror.

“This must be a joke, right…” he yelled again, and then he stepped hard on the brake.

In his vision of the future, if he didn’t stop, the car was going to spin wildly in the air like a top at the sound of a gunshot, tumbling countless tis before crashing to the ground and turning into a pile of scrap tal—and that was the best outco in countless possible futures.

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Lin Fan was really annoyed that he had been cornered by two people, but he wasn’t overly panicked.

After all, he hadn’t been caught yet; the exit was just there; there were only two of them…

After all?… Only two people?… That’s it?

The way Lin Fan used these words was peculiar, as if he was talking about sothing fortunate—after all, the opponent is just a primary school student… after all, it’s just losing 10 cents… after all, it’s just a cold… but the two people he described, Bai Xiong and Chen Xiao.

Lin Fan clearly knew the capabilities of these two guys. Bai Xiong’s skills need no explanation, and while Chen Xiao’s combat ability might be slightly inferior, the butt of his gun, if swung without restraint, could easily crack a skull.

So, the way Lin Fan used these words was undoubtedly ludicrous.

But for so reason, there was no look of despair on his face.

He quickly checked the position of the cara on the left side of the car, then pushed open the right door and, with a smooth motion, retrieved a ballpoint pen from his pocket and stepped out of the car.

The mont Lin Fan’s feet touched the ground, Bai Xiong had already rushed toward him. His left hand had no fancy movents, just a simple fast and steady punch, so silent it barely made a sound as it headed straight for Lin Fan’s newly exposed head. Of course, Bai Xiong wasn’t intending to perform a dramatic waterlon smashing scene here, thus the punch wasn’t very powerful—it was just ant to knock the opponent out. However, he was absolutely confident in this punch, believing it impossible to dodge, even for an agent with a full cerebral lobe enhancent, in such a position.

So…

“Containnt Successful!” Bai Xiong silently noted to himself.

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