Clown Game-Chapter 60 - 51 This Day

Chapter 60: Chapter 51 This Day

Chapter 60 -51 This Day

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Kobalt – Smile Door

Level: C

Description: This pistol was developed in the year ████ by Dr. ██████, the head of the Weapon R&D Center of the European Division during his ██th term. It is entirely cast from ███ alloy and is a one-piece construction, with an overall length of 457mm, barrel length of 266mm, and height of 165mm; 0.70 inch caliber. The weight of the gun without bullets is 3.32 kilograms. It can withstand an M700 rate of fire, with bullet energy reaching 8817 joules.

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Due to the materials of the firing pin and compatibility issues with the bullets, it currently only supports titanium-plated alloy bullets (after numerous tests, regular bullets could not withstand the impact of the firing pin and exploded internally, but did not damage the gun’s body).

Appendix I: The gun’s power and range have reached the B-level weapon standards, but due to the expensive ammunition required, the high cost of the gun body, and the excessively high bullet energy, it has low utility and cannot be mass-produced (no further manufacturing beyond the prototype itself), so it has been classified as a C-level area.

Appendix II: Titanium-plated alloy bullet: 30 funds per bullet

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At last, there’s another line

“Power comes with responsibility, I believe this gun will shine in your hands.”

—————————Respectfully to whoever ends up with this gun… some unlucky guy

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Chen Xiao slammed the revolver onto the table.

With a loud “bang,”

a crack appeared in the table, and wood chips flew up.

“All this fancy talk and it’s just a piece of junk!” Chen Xiao yelled. “Since its production till now, there’s only been one. No wonder no one ever wanted it. A bullet costs 30! After risking my life on a mission, I can’t even afford a few shots!! And the bullet energy over 8000 joules, though it sounds impressive, isn’t it just like shooting yourself into the sky?”

He roared, filling the room with angry and exasperating echoes, “They’re definitely just dumping this unsellable crap on me, right?!! And that last statement is clearly mocking, isn’t it!”

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After his rant, Chen Xiao glanced at the gun on the table. Its beautiful body gleamed with a pale silver light.

He pursed his lips, looking helpless yet somewhat distressed, picked it up, and stroked it.

“Well, at least it’s sturdier than a brick. Maybe if I threw it, it could even dent a riot shield. Guess it has some use.”

He muttered to himself in self-deception, his heart crying inside.

He then glanced at the box, which contained six bullets, as thick as fingers, their surfaces very shiny, almost mirror-like up close.

Chen Xiao picked up one, looked at it closely and said, “These bullets cost 30 each… more expensive than a high-explosive grenade.”

He quietly marveled, then grabbed all the bullets and stuffed them into his pocket. Since the gun was quite large, he just inserted it in his waistband and covered it with his suit.

But the gun was quite heavy, dragging his pants down, making the already slouching Chen Xiao look even more slovenly.

But he never cared about these things.

Still fuming, he picked up the manual, crumpling it furiously, threw it on the ground, and kicked it twice to vent his frustration. Hands in pockets, he bent over slightly as he walked out of the room.

Muttering under his breath, still cursing about something or other.

No wonder, after a “high stakes gamble,” ending up with a broken gun that hurts to shoot even once. Nobody would be happy.

And just thinking about that sinister, glasses-wearing, 1.6-meter…

“Ah, my luck is really terrible today.”

He said dejectedly, stepping into the elevator leading to the surface.

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Three hours later.

At apartment 221 on Shell Street, a taxi pulled up.

Chen Xiao pushed open the car door.

Yes, he had waited for two hours outside the “15th Abnormal Creature Research Zone” before a tigers-backed, bears-waisted driver finally hit the brakes for him.

“Looks like… I’m going to have to get a facemask. Otherwise, I might end up starving to death in the middle of nowhere because I can’t get a cab.”

Chen Xiao was saying.

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It had been a fulfilling day.

Thinking back to the morning, he had been complaining noisily about being bored, then he had headed to the villas in the eastern suburbs to fight a hideous swarm of bugs, even blowing up half the street, and in the afternoon he had joined an “elite game,” which was quite amusing, but a short guy who liked to squint had complicated it. In the end, the reward he won was a gun of enormous power but completely impractical.

This was just a day in the life of an Foundation field agent, absurd. Strange, dangerous, but… interesting.

Chen Xiao stood beneath his apartment building, looking up at the sky.

The sky was covered in irregular patches of pale blue and white clouds, as if shattered into pieces, each cloud bordered by the sunset with a golden hue, making it appear particularly luxurious and carrying an indescribable sense of mystery.

“Hehehe.”

He laughed inexplicably a few times.

Then he walked to the café beneath his apartment.

…Hmm…

Because he had not eaten anything since morning.

“Hey, I’ll have a cake, the sweetest one you have!”

He leaned over the counter, speaking to the somewhat cute chubby man.

The chubby man seemed very scared when he saw Chen Xiao and then furrowed his brows, stealthily glancing at a camera in the corner, taking a deep breath as if bracing himself against some evil force.

“Who are you!” he tried to put on a fearless front.

Chen Xiao looked at him, with a deadpan stare.

“What’s going on? I just want a cake, with extra whipped cream.”

The chubby chap slightly lifted his chin, looking very defiant: “I know you’re not ordinary.”

Chen Xiao raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“You’re a member of the underworld, right.” he said, “The girl who used to come here every night, she hasn’t shown up since she met you!”

“You!!! What have you done to her!”

The chubby man puffed out his chest. His soft body seemed to be bolstered by an imagined courage, and honestly, given his tall, plump, and round cute look with a brave face on, he probably was quite popular with girls.

“Uh…” Chen Xiao squinted his eyes, thinking, “What drama is this now, have today’s fat otakus become so deluded by manga? Acting like he has to fight a dark force he conjured up to save the girl.”

He helplessly slumped in his seat: “Please, snap out of your fantasy and make a cake. I’m starving!”

Chen Xiao said weakly, feeling like he was about to pass out.

The chubby chap still looked serious, believing this was Chen Xiao trying to divert the topic after being exposed.

“If you don’t tell me… I’m calling the police!”

Chen Xiao, with a ‘spare me’ expression, slapped his face on the table, wailing internally, “I just want to eat something… Is this justice-obsessed fatso here to lower the whole story’s IQ? Even if you really discovered an evil organization trafficking girls and selling their organs, just saying it out loud in front of the camera, there are at least four ways they could simply kill you right off.”

Just then.

“Squeak”

The sound of the door being pushed open followed by the tinkling and pleasant sound of wind chimes.

A breeze blew into the café.

The chubby chap stared at the door, his mouth slightly agape.

Chen Xiao noticed his face turning a bit red.

“Hey hey, what’s going on now,” Chen Xiao thought to himself.

He also turned his head.

Looking towards the door.

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