Chapter 4 Encountering at a Corner...

The sweetness spread in his mouth, and Jason sucked harder.

Squeak, squeak!

In the sour sound, Jason sucked hard, and his sharp teeth unconsciously left tooth marks on the steel.

After a full five seconds, Jason let go of his mouth.

The text in front of him jumped out.

【Devouring the Twisted Animated Clown! 】

[Excessive recovery of physical strength and energy! 】

[Satisfaction +22]

[Satisfaction: 104]

...

"104 points of satiety, 34.6 lives."

Jason, who has 30+ lives again, can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The long-lost sense of security is back again.

This made Jason's mouth smile a little more.

In this dungeon world where the main mission has survived for 30 days, what is a better trump card than an extra life?

Of course there are 30 lives!

At the very least, this will give Jason more leverage.

No matter which responsive organization, or some strange 'food'.

Of course, the 'food' has become strange, but the taste is still very good.

Recalling the sweetness, Jason took out his dagger and began to scratch the tooth marks he left unconsciously.

Although the satiety level is quite sufficient at the moment, it does not mean that Jason will be arrogant enough to ignore any clues left by himself.

Immortality is his biggest trump card.

Satiety is his biggest secret.

The two seem to have no connection.

But there is always a shortage of smart people in the world.

Jason can't guarantee that no one will link the two together.

No one thought this way before, it doesn't mean that no one in this dungeon world thinks this way.

Therefore, he had to cover up accordingly.

The best way to hide a leaf is to put it in a forest.

Hide 'battle traces'?

Naturally use the new battle trail to cover up!

The scraping of the dagger was smooth, and more marks appeared around the tooth marks. Then, Jason raised his hand and held the steel section of the signal tower.

next moment

call!

The flame is lit.

Flames wrapped around Jason's right hand.

The flame above the bullet level burns such traces slowly and firmly.

After more than ten seconds, this section of steel has already turned red.

Jason let go of his hand and turned to look downstairs.

The familiar black muscle car was already in sight.

There is no doubt that soon, the entire TV station will be surrounded by the previous soldiers.

"Faster than expected!"

With this comment, Jason turned around and walked to the other side, where there was a drain.

Along the drain pipe, Jason, who was following the trend, was like a nimble monkey. When the soldiers in the group got off the bus, he had already landed on both feet.

Without any hesitation, Jason walked quickly along the shadow of the TV station backstreet.

He didn't want to meet this organization.

I didn't want to.

Not even now.

Before, it was biological instinct to insist on freedom.

Now?

In Jason's view, there is an even more irresistible reason: hunting 'food'.

That "twisted animated clown" is enough to tell Jason how delicious food is in this city and this world.

As long as he finds the right way, he can taste all kinds of delicious.

Is there anything that excites Jason more than that?

Naturally...

There should be similar 'food' in that organization.

For this, Jason is quite sure.

Judging from the rapid response of that organization, it is definitely not the first time the other party has faced such a situation.

Since it's not the first time, I have many experiences.

Then, in so many actions, there will naturally be success.

Even if it is only once in ten times, it will be an extremely terrifying number over time.

Jason wanted to rush in and have a big meal.

The hunger in his body is constantly urging him.

But he restrained and endured.

He knew this was not the time!

At least until he gets stronger, it's unrealistic to face troop of heavily armed soldiers with aircraft cannons.

Reckless actions will only make him die without a place to be buried.

"Patience will make 'food' more delicious!"

Jason recalled this sentence.

Then, as he was about to walk out of the alley, he glanced back at the soldiers.

"I will deposit my 'food' with you first."

"As a 'refrigerator', you must take good care of them!"

After whispering to himself, Jason left without looking back.

As the "refrigerator" organization in Jason's mouth, they didn't notice Jason in the back alley of the TV station at all. They were completely entangled by a group of crazy children in front of them.

These supposedly cute children are all crazy at this moment.

They attacked the members of the group with sharp knives.

"Don't shoot!"

"subdue!"

"subdue!"

Edmond, who was holding a grenade gun, shouted loudly.

As a veteran C-level member of the organization, Edmond cherished it very much and knew too well the way these action team members handled things.

Killing is the most direct choice for these operatives.

After being unable to kill them, thinking about other things is the behavior of these operatives.

Edmond does not have any accusations for such a choice or behavior.

Because, he knew what caused these action players to make such a choice.

Weird, scary containment.

High casualties.

With every action, someone dies.

Every accident, there will be a large area of ​​death.

Anyone staying in such an environment is not crazy, it is enough to prove their own excellence and nerve tenacity.

For example: him!

He is an excellent person.

Although the action failed a lot, but relying on his own caution, he survived.

Moreover, became a C-class member.

Although it can't be compared with the B-class members, Edmond is much more gratified than the poor D-class.

At least, he will not be destroyed by humanity.

At least, he is not a consumable.

At least, he doesn't need monthly assessments.

At least, he won't be executed at the end of the month.

It made him grateful and made him take action.

boom!

With the butt of his gun, after knocking down a madman who rushed in front of him, Edmond stepped forward.

For this "twisted animation clown", they have noticed, and have arranged containment measures: a power outage of the whole city, and then, the cut off of the signal tower.

It was meant to be done today.

But the appearance of the "mask man" broke this plan.

Not only did they make mistakes in their arrangement, but the ability of the 'masked man' seemed to be stronger than what was rumored.

"Data must be collected again!"

With this thought, Edmond rushed into the TV station.

In the hall, people have begun to wake up one after another.

Edmond didn't pay attention to these people who would naturally be counseled by a psychiatrist. His eyes were fixed on the huge screen.

The screen has long since gone out.

However, due vigilance, Edmond is not lacking.

And the most direct way

boom!

Edmond shot directly and shattered the big screen.

The sound of gunfire made the surrounding people scream again.

It's normal, just got spooked.

Edmond didn't pay attention to these normal people, his eyes were on a thin, bespectacled man with a gloomy face.

He noticed that when everyone around him was screaming, although the other party was screaming, it was obviously a few beats slower, and at this time, he was still looking left and right.

something wrong!

Edmond immediately waved his hand, and immediately, the three action team members surrounded Bob, who had just woken up.

"That's not my business!"

"I was coerced too!"

"It's all that weirdo's fault!"

When a member of the action team pointed a gun at him, Bob burst into tears in an instant.

wack?

coercion?

Edmond's eyes lit up.

He felt like he had caught a big fish.

"Go down and interrogate strictly!"

Edmond ordered.

Then, he took the action team to the top floor again.

Edmond was careful along the way.

But up to the top floor, nothing happened.

Likewise, the top floor is quiet.

Except for the steel under the signal tower, there are obvious burn marks.

Edmond approached cautiously, and before he actually touched this piece of steel, he already felt the burning sensation.

"Burnt?"

"Is it an accident? Or..."

"fighting?"

Edmond muttered to himself, looking up at the signal tower in front of him.

"Overhaul!"

Edmond ordered.

As for what's next?

Then don't care about him.

There will be more professional staff to take over.

And he?

Naturally, get a short but wonderful vacation.

This is the benefit that C-level personnel have after they go out to work, and it is also the benefit he most likes to see.

Staying in that dark underground base every day, if he doesn't come out to breathe, he will go crazy.

Best to have another glass of gin and cashews!

Edmond thought so, and couldn't help but jump up in his heart.

However, at this time

"Call! C-class personnel, Edmond!"

"Call! C and personnel, Edmond!"

"Get out of the TV station immediately!"

"disperse the crowd!"

"The safety range is 5 kilometers away!"

"Repeat..."

The words from the walkie-talkie on his shoulder changed his face. Although he didn't know what was going on, he immediately shouted to the surrounding team members: "Evacuate the crowd, retreat! Retreat!"

The well-trained members of the action team began the retreat in an orderly manner.

The people around had already experienced the panic just now, so naturally there would be no objection to such a retreat.

Soon, a martial law area with a radius of 5 kilometers appeared.

In this martial law zone, there is not a single person.

Do not!

To be precise, there is one more.

Jason!

At this moment, he is walking in an underground corridor.

In order to avoid the probes that appeared on the street, he had to enter the seemingly abandoned underground corridor at the corner of the street.

However, beyond Jason's expectations, the walls of this seemingly abandoned corridor turned out to be very clean and white, and after walking about 20 meters, a 2-meter-high, brass handle appeared. door.

Looking at the weird door, Jason frowned.

Subconsciously, Jason twitched his nose.

Then……

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and pushed towards the door in front of him.

Squeak!

door, open.