The sweetness spread in his mouth, and Jason sucked harder and harder.
Squeak, squeak!
Amidst the teeth-stinging sound, Jason, who was sucking hard, unconsciously left a series of tooth marks on the steel with his sharp teeth.
After five seconds, Jason let go.
The words in front of me jumped out.
[Swallowing twisted animation clown!]
[Excess recovery of physical strength and energy!]
[Saturation +22]
[Saturation: 104]
…
"104 points of satiety, 34.6 lives."
Jason, who once again had 30+ lives, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The long-lost sense of security returned once again.
This made the corner of Jason's mouth involuntarily smile.
In this dungeon world where the main task survived for 30 days, what better hole card is there than one more life
Naturally, there are 30 lives!
At least, this will give Jason more capital to maneuver around.
No matter which organization responds quickly, or some strange 'food'.
Of course, the 'food' has become weirder, but the taste is still very good.
While recalling the sweet smell, Jason took out his dagger and began to scrape the tooth marks left by him unconsciously.
Although the satiety is quite sufficient at the moment, it doesn't mean that Jason will be so arrogant that he will ignore any clues left by him.
Immortality is his biggest trump card.
Hunger is his biggest secret.
The two seem to have no connection.
But there is always no shortage of smart people in the world.
Jason couldn't guarantee that no one would connect the two.
No one thought this way before, but it doesn't mean that no one thought this way in this dungeon world.
Therefore, he had to cover up accordingly.
The best way to hide a leaf is to place it in a forest.
Hiding 'battle marks'
Naturally use new battle traces to cover up!
The dagger scraped smoothly, and more marks appeared around the tooth marks. Then, Jason raised his hand to hold the steel of the signal tower.
next moment-
call!
The flames ignited.
Flames wrapped around Jason's right hand.
The flame above the bullet level burns such traces slowly and firmly.
Ten seconds later, this section of steel had already turned red.
Jason let go, turned and looked downstairs.
The familiar black muscle car has appeared in the field of vision.
There is no doubt that soon, the entire TV station will be surrounded by soldiers from before.
"Faster than expected!"
Jason commented, turned around and walked to the other side, where there was a drain pipe.
Along the drainpipe, Jason went down like a flexible monkey. When the soldiers of the organization got out of the car, his feet had already landed on the ground.
Without any hesitation, Jason walked away quickly along the shadow of the TV station's back street.
He didn't want to meet with this organization.
I didn't want to.
I don't even want to now.
Before that, it was the biological instinct to insist on freedom.
Now
In Jason's view, there was an even more irresistible reason: hunting 'food'.
That 'twisted animated clown' was enough to tell Jason how delicious the food was in this city, in this world.
As long as he finds the right way, he can taste all kinds of delicious food.
Is there anything more exciting for Jason than this
Naturally...
There should be similar 'food' in that organization as well.
For this, Jason is quite sure.
Judging from the organization's rapid response, it was definitely not the first time the other party faced such a situation.
Since it is not the first time, I have many experiences.
Then, in so many actions, there will naturally be success.
Even if there is only one out of ten times, it will be an extremely terrifying number after a long time.
Jason wanted to rush in and have a big meal.
The hunger in his body kept urging him even more.
But he restrained and endured.
He knows this is not the time!
At least until he becomes stronger, it is unrealistic to face groups of soldiers who are fully armed and have aircraft and cannons.
Reckless actions will only make him die without a place to bury him.
"Patience will make the 'food' more delicious!"
Jason recalled this sentence.
Then, just as he was about to walk out of the alley, he glanced back at the soldiers.
"I will store my 'food' with you first."
"As 'refrigerators', you must take good care of them!"
After whispering to himself, Jason left without looking back.
But as the "refrigerator" organization Jason called, Jason didn't notice 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 the moment.
They attacked the members of the organization with sharp knives and sharp blades.
"Don't shoot!"
"subdue!"
"subdue!"
Edmund, holding a grenade gun, shouted loudly.
As a veteran C-level member of the organization, Edmund cherishes how well these operatives handle things.
Killing is the most direct choice for these action players.
It is the behavior of these action members to think about other things after they cannot be killed.
Edmund didn't mean to criticize such a choice or behavior.
Because, he knows what is the reason for these action team members to make such choices.
Weird, terrifying containment.
High casualties.
For every action, someone dies.
In every accident, there will be a large area of death.
Anyone who stays in such an environment without being crazy is enough to prove his own excellence and mental toughness.
For example: him!
He's just a great guy.
Although many actions failed, relying on his own caution, he survived.
Moreover, he became a C-level member.
Although it can't be compared with B-class members, Edmond is much more relieved than the poor D-class.
At least, he will not be humanely destroyed.
At least, he is not a consumable.
At least he doesn't have to be evaluated every month.
At least, he won't be executing at the end of the month.
It made him grateful, and it made him act positively.
boom!
After knocking down a lunatic who rushed in front of him with the butt of his gun, Edmond stepped forward quickly.
For this 'twisted animated clown', they've noticed, and have put in place containment procedures: a city-wide power outage, and then, a cut-off of the signal tower.
It was supposed to be done today.
But the appearance of the 'Mask Man' broke this plan.
Not only did their arrangement go wrong, but the ability of the 'masked man' seemed to be stronger than rumored.
"The data must be collected again!"
With such thoughts, Edmond rushed into the TV station.
In the hall, people have begun to wake up one after another.
Edmund didn't pay attention to these people who would naturally be counseled by a psychiatrist, and his eyes were fixed on the huge screen.
The screen has long since gone out.
However, Edmond did not lack due vigilance.
And the most direct way -
boom!
Edmond shot directly and shattered the big screen.
The gunshots made those around them scream again.
This is normal, just had a shock.
Edmund didn't pay attention to these normal people. He looked at a thin man with glasses and a gloomy face.
He noticed that when everyone around him was screaming, although the other party screamed too, it was obviously a few beats slower, and, at this point, he was still looking left and right.
has a problem!
Edmund beckoned immediately, and immediately, three action members surrounded Bob who had just woken up.
"None of my business!"
"I was also coerced!"
"Everything is that weirdo's fault!"
When a member of the action team pointed a gun at him, Bob cried instantly.
wack
coercion
Edmund's eyes lit up.
He thought he had caught a big fish.
"Put it down and interrogate it strictly!"
Edmund ordered.
Then, he led the action team to set off towards the top floor again.
Along the way, Edmund was cautious.
But until the top floor, nothing happened.
Likewise, the top floor is also quiet.
Except for a piece of steel under the signal tower with obvious burnt marks.
Edmund approached cautiously, and he had already felt the scorching sensation before he actually touched this piece of steel.
"Burned?"
"An accident? Or..."
"fighting?"
Edmund muttered to himself, looking up at the signal tower in front of him.
"Overhaul!"
Edmund ordered.
As for what's next
Then forget about his business.
There will be more professional personnel to take over.
And him
It is natural to 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 is most willing to see.
Staying in that dark underground base every day, if he doesn't come out to get some air, he will go crazy.
Best with another glass of gin and cashews!
Thinking of this, Edmund couldn't help jumping up in his heart.
But, at this moment—
"Call! Class C personnel, Edmond!"
"Call! Class C personnel, Edmond!"
"Evacuate the TV station immediately!"
"disperse the crowd!"
"The safe range is 5 kilometers away!"
"Repeat..."
The words from the walkie-talkie over his shoulder made Edmond's face change. Although he didn't know what happened, he immediately shouted to the surrounding action team members: "Evacuate the crowd, retreat! Retreat!"
The members of the well-trained action team started the retreat in an orderly manner.
The people around had already experienced the panic just now, so naturally they would not have any objection to such a retreat.
Soon, a martial law zone with a radius of 5 kilometers appeared.
In this martial law zone, there is no one left.
No!
To be precise, there is one more.
Jason!
At this moment, he was 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, to Jason's surprise, 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 building with a brass handle appeared. the 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!
The door is open.