Clown Game-Chapter 65 - 56th The War of Four Nations - Part One

Chapter 65: 56th Chapter: The War of Four Nations – Part One

Chapter 65: 56th Chapter: The War of Four Nations – Part One

Three people walked down the corridor, which was flanked by several passages of varying widths, leading to rooms that were equally dimly lit. Even further down, one could see huge floor-to-ceiling windows that didn’t need a second glance to know they were bulletproof.

An air cage.

…

As the trio entered the room, they saw several long and wide armchairs, three of which were already occupied by individuals, but their faces were indistinct due to the lighting.

Chen Xiao immediately felt that the moment they walked in, all eyes were instantly on them, like a street vagrant ogling a naked girl, scrutinizing the three of them from head to toe, inside and out, as if to visually assault them.

Of course, he didn’t mind at all and casually found a chair to plop down on.

Bai Xiong and Ding Manshan also sat down following suit.

The atmosphere was very quiet… and oppressive.

…

“Humph humph humph… humph humph humph”

In this suffocating atmosphere, Chen Xiao, bored, hummed to himself.

Instantly, all eyes were on them again.

Ding Manshan’s heart tightened, and he began sweating cold sweat.

“Brother Xiong… this guy isn’t a problem, right?” he asked in a whisper.

Bai Xiong was expressionless, but he said nothing, nor did he make any move, only blinking in confusion.

Ding Manshan was taken aback.

“Hey… you’re not sure either, are you!” he screamed inwardly.

…

“Click”

With a slight sound,

all the lights on the top floor of the building suddenly came on, casting a ghastly glow around them.

Only then did Chen Xiao see the appearances of the others clearly, some were fat, some thin, some tall, some short, but all were seated in groups of three, twelve people in total.

A man with a small mustache glanced at his watch and said indifferently, “Time’s up… it seems it’s just us few now.”

Quiet…

No one spoke, everyone was very guarded, watching the others closely, and a few were cautiously reaching into their pockets.

Suddenly, a sharp laughter pierced the silence

“Hahahaha… let’s begin then!!!”

Chen Xiao, with a gaping mouth and a foolish expression, pulled out a revolver that would break his arm if he fired it from his waistband. He brandished the gun wildly, in a manner suggesting he could barely hold onto it, and pointed it at no one in particular.

Opposite them, a burly fat man with a full beard leapt to his feet. He was as tall as Bai Xiong, but all fat, with a massive beer belly protruding out, making him look like a ball.

Without saying a word, he pulled a submachine gun from within his jacket and, with a menacing look, aimed it straight at Chen Xiao.

Even before the fat man stood up, Ding Manshan was cursing inwardly, “Fuck, is this kid sick?!”

At the same time, his hand had already grasped the gun behind his waist.

However, his movement was pushed down by Bai Xiong.

…This was a probe.

As expected, the fat man opposite didn’t fire his gun, and the others simply put their hands in their pockets or into their coats, frowning at Chen Xiao waving his arms fiercely, and made no further move.

Because in the way Chen Xiao was acting, anyone who had ever used a gun would be confident that they could kill this fool before his finger even touched the trigger.

And in such a confined space, if there were more than five guns, nobody would survive if a shoot-out started.

There were definitely desperados among this group, but even the most reckless didn’t want to be the first to die.

“Let’s get out first!” Bai Xiong said firmly and then grabbed Chen Xiao, who was still making nonsensical gestures with a “hehehe,” and backed out of the door.

…

…

In a corner near the glass at the top of the “Jinding Building,” Chen Xiao and the other two huddled together.

“Five pistols, at least two submachine guns, one rifle, possibly a shotgun or a sawed-off, nearly everyone has a knife, and that guy with the small mustache might even have grenades,” Bai Xiong said.

Chen Xiao, however, was squatting on the ground, scribbling something messily with his finger as if playing with sand.

Ding Manshan leaned against the glass, observing Chen Xiao’s distracted demeanor, and kept silent.

During his recent “Startling Movement” frenzy, his behavior had allowed Bai Xiong to estimate what weapons everyone carried, and perhaps even glean some information that he himself hadn’t yet realized.

“So this guy looks like a lunatic, but it seems it’s not that simple,” thought Ding Manshan.

Following Bai Xiong’s, Chen Xiao continued, “Now including us, there are four groups in total. We still don’t know what forces they represent, but this is definitely not a small gang dispute. I even suspect that some ‘heavy hitters’ are involved.”

Bai Xiong nodded in agreement. Indeed, the mission briefing had only mentioned an “auction,” but he always felt that the Foundation had known the true nature of this auction all along. Perhaps they didn’t want to cause too much chaos, or perhaps it was for some other reason. Either way, the Foundation had approved this method to acquire the “anomalous item.”

But now that didn’t matter. The problem before them was how to survive this brawl involving 12 people across 4 groups.

“Got any plans?” Bai Xiong asked languidly.

Chen Xiao continued to scribble something as he spoke.

“First, we stay out of sight as much as possible, run when we can, and avoid getting trapped in rooms or dead ends; otherwise, we’ll have to fight desperately. Next, we need to get hold of a rifle and grenades. The more weapons, the better. Looking at the building’s structure, the top floor should have been designed for meetings. Considering the size of the lobby on the first floor, there should be at least 5 vertical and 6 to 7 horizontal corridors, each over 70 or 80 meters long, branching into various size meeting rooms that are independent and disconnected from each other.”

As he spoke, he pointed a few times on the carpet, on a scene that existed only in his own mind.

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“Each intersection of the corridors is a checkpoint. It seems there is nothing on this floor, but door corners, mirrors, fire extinguishers, water pipes, paired with some weapons, can all be used to set traps. Even if they don’t take out the opponents, we should at least isolate them as much as possible. We need to conserve our strength and avoid fighting outnumbered, even one-on-one situations, unless we’re certain we won’t get injured. It’s best to take control of a few rooms and corridors first, making the adversaries hesitant to easily enter those areas. They will have to fight with others outside. We still don’t know what the others are thinking, but as long as we use this method, others will notice and begin to imitate. Therefore, the more the remaining space shrinks, the faster people will die.”

His speech sped up as he spoke, infused with an undertone of excitement. On the empty carpet in front of him, a map resembling a doodle appeared, with lines crisscrossing to form dozens of squares, like a chessboard.

Chen Xiao seemed very pleased.

“Slowly… I’ll squeeze you to death!”

“Hehehe…”

He laughed inexplicably.