The sweetness spread in his mouth, and Jason sucked harder and harder.
Squeak, squeak!
With a tooth-piercing sound, Jason sucked hard, and his sharp teeth unconsciously left tooth marks on the steel.
After five full seconds, Jason let go of his mouth.
The words in front of me jumped out.
【Eating twisted animated clowns!】
【Excessive recovery of physical strength and energy!】
[Satiety +22]
【Satiety: 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 was back again.
This made a smile appear on Jason's lips.
In this dungeon world where the main mission survives for 30 days, what is a better trump card than having one more life?
Of course there are 30 lives!
At least, this will give Jason more leverage.
No matter which organization is quick to respond, there are still some weird 'foods'.
Of course, the 'food' has become weird, but the taste is still very good.
While recalling the sweet taste, Jason took out his dagger and began to scratch the tooth marks he had unconsciously left.
Although he was quite full at the moment, it did not mean that Jason would be so arrogant that he would ignore any clues he left behind.
Immortality is his biggest trump card.
Satiety 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.
Just because no one thought this way before, it doesn't mean that no one in this dungeon world thinks this way either.
Therefore, he must cover up accordingly.
The best way to hide a leaf is to put it in the forest.
Hide ‘battle traces’?
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 this section of steel of the signal tower.
The next moment——
call!
The flames ignited.
Flames wrapped around Jason's right hand.
The flames above the level of bullets burned such traces slowly but firmly.
Ten seconds later, this section of steel had already turned red.
Jason let go of his hand and turned to look 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 the soldiers from before.
"Faster than expected!"
Jason commented like this, turned around and walked to the other side, where there was a drainage pipe.
Along the drainage pipe, Jason was like a flexible monkey. When the soldiers of the organization got off the bus, he had already landed on his feet.
Without any hesitation, Jason walked quickly away along the shadow of the backstreet of the TV station.
He doesn't want to meet this organization.
I didn’t want to before.
I don’t want to anymore now.
Previously, it was the biological instinct to insist on freedom.
Now?
Then there was an additional reason that, in Jason's opinion, was even more irresistible: hunting for 'food'.
That 'twisted animated clown' was enough to tell Jason how delicious food this city and this world is filled with.
As long as he finds the right way, he can taste all kinds of delicious food.
Is there anything that could excite Jason more than this?
Of course...
There should be similar 'food' in that organization.
Jason is quite sure about this.
Judging from the organization's quick response, it was definitely not the first time the other party had faced such a situation.
Since it's not the first time, I have many experiences.
Then, in so many actions, success will naturally occur.
Even if it is only one time out of ten, it is still an extremely terrifying number over time.
Jason wanted to rush in and have a big meal.
The hunger in his body kept urging him.
But he restrained himself and endured it.
He knew this was not the time!
At least until he becomes stronger, it is unrealistic to face groups of heavily armed soldiers with aircraft and cannons.
His rash actions will only lead to his death.
"Patience will make 'food' more delicious!"
Jason recalled these words.
Then, when he was about to walk out of the alley, he looked back at the soldiers.
"I will store my 'food' with you first."
"As a 'refrigerator', you must take good care of them!"
After muttering softly to himself, Jason left without looking back.
As for the "refrigerator" organization in Jason's words, Jason didn't even notice Jason in the back alley of the TV station. They were completely entangled by the group of crazy children in front of them.
These supposedly cute children are now going crazy.
They were armed with sharp knives and attacked members of the organization.
"Don't shoot!"
"subdue!"
"subdue!"
Edmon, who was holding a grenade gun, shouted loudly.
As a senior C-level member of the organization, Edmond cherishes the fact that he knows very well how these action team members deal with things.
Killing is the most direct choice for these action members.
After being unable to kill someone, they then think of other things. This is how these action members behave.
Edmond had no intention of criticizing this choice or behavior.
Because he knew exactly what caused these action team members to make such choices.
Weird and terrifying containment objects.
The number of casualties remains high.
Every time someone takes action, someone dies.
Every accident leads to widespread death.
Anyone who stays in such an environment and is not crazy has already proven his excellence and mental toughness.
For example: Him!
He is just an excellent person.
Although the operation failed a lot, he survived by relying on his own caution.
Moreover, he became a C-level member.
Although it cannot be compared with the B-class members, Edmund is much more pleased than the poor D-class members.
At least, he will not be humanely destroyed.
At least, he's not a consumable.
At least, he doesn't need monthly reviews.
At least, he won't be executed at the end of the month.
This made him feel grateful and motivated him to take positive actions.
Bang!
After using the butt of his gun to knock down a madman who rushed in front of him, Edmund quickly moved forward.
They had already noticed this 'twisted animated clown' and had arranged containment measures: a city-wide power outage, and then the signal tower was cut off.
It was originally going to be held today.
But the appearance of the 'masked man' broke this plan.
Not only did their arrangement go wrong, but the ability of the 'masked man' seemed to be stronger than rumored.
"We must collect data again!"
With this thought in mind, Edmund 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. His eyes were fixed on the huge screen.
This screen has long been turned off.
However, Edmund did not lack the due vigilance.
And the most direct way——
Bang!
Edmond shot directly, shattering the big screen.
The sound of gunfire caused the people around to scream again.
This is normal, I was just frightened.
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 also screamed, he was obviously a few beats slower, and at this time, he was still looking left and right.
There is a problem!
Edmund immediately waved, and immediately three action team members surrounded Bob, who had just woken up.
"None of my business!"
"I was also coerced!"
"It's all 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.
"Detain him and interrogate him strictly!"
Edmund ordered.
Then, he led the action team and set off towards the top floor again.
Edmund was cautious all the way.
But nothing happened until the top floor.
Similarly, the top floor is also quiet.
Except for the obvious burn marks on the steel under the signal tower.
Edmund approached cautiously, and he could already feel the burning sensation before he actually touched the steel.
"Burned?"
"Is it an accident? Or..."
"fighting?"
Edmund muttered to himself, raising his head and looking at the signal tower in front of him.
"Check thoroughly!"
Edmund ordered.
As for what’s next?
Then don't worry about him.
More professional personnel will take over.
And him?
Naturally, it is 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 that he is most willing to see.
He would go crazy if he didn't come out for air every day in that dark underground base.
Better with a glass of gin and cashews!
Edmund thought this and couldn't help but feel excited in his heart.
But, at this moment——
"Call! C-level personnel, Edmon!"
"Call! C and personnel, Edmond!"
"Evacuate the TV station immediately!"
"Evacuate the crowd!"
"The safe radius is 5 kilometers away!"
"Repeat it again..."
The words coming from the walkie-talkie on 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 well-trained action team members began the retreat in an orderly manner.
The people around him had already experienced the panic just now, so naturally they would not object to such a retreat.
Soon, a martial law zone with a radius of 5 kilometers appeared.
There is no one left in this martial law area.
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 appearing on the street, he had to enter the seemingly abandoned underground corridor at the corner of the street.
However, to Jason's expectation, the walls of this seemingly abandoned corridor turned out to be very clean and white. Moreover, after walking about 20 meters, a 2-meter-high door with a brass handle appeared.
's door.
Looking at this 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.
