Puzzle Madness

Chapter 122 Expecting Childbirth
A heat wave surged in; the thick smell of gasoline and sweat lingered in the car, and even breathing felt like choking on medicated oil.

Sizzle:

The guy with the crew cut reached into his arms with his left hand, pulled out his service gun from the holster under his armpit, released the safety, and aimed at the shattered car window.

He also didn't know whether his bullet hit the [security guard] or not.

The crew cut guy loosened his right hand, letting the pocket pistol slide back into his sleeve.
He lay on his back, started the car, pressed the clutch hard, engaged reverse gear, and slammed the accelerator:
The buzz cut guy was in reverse gear. Now he was lying almost flat on his back, with the dashboard blocking most of his view, so he couldn't observe the traffic in front of him at all.

This is Pingyu District, near the outskirts of the city. Dump trucks often roar past on the road ahead, making blind driving and turning left or right extremely dangerous.

Behind it was an old locked iron gate; the gate was rusted and the awning was badly rotten. As long as you stepped on the accelerator hard enough, you could break it open.

Buzz--Clang--
The Toyota Hiace started up with a roar, and the rear end of the car knocked over garbage bags, rotten vegetable leaves and old newspapers, which flew all over the sky; then it broke through the rusty iron fence of the community and the plastic awning that was worn by the sun.

The plastic awning in the community was cut open like a water curtain, and the sound of the shattering was like a stretched tape, sharp and distorted.

At this moment, a strange "clacking" sound came from the back seat of the car. The sound of paper being torn into pieces and swallowing was mixed with violent gasps, and there was a series of "ho ho" sounds as if something was stuck in the throat.

The rearview mirror couldn't be seen from this angle, but the guy with the crew cut knew that the fat man was tearing up his so-called "character cards" and stuffing all the pieces of paper into his mouth.

The crew cut guy controlled the steering wheel and roared towards the back seat:

"Fatty! Hurry up and give birth—there's something wrong with that foreign security guard!"

Cough, cough, cough
The obese man finally finished swallowing and said while coughing:
"--Due date. Um, it's at least three minutes away. You have to delay it as much as possible."

The guy with the crew cut pulled himself up from the backrest with an effort, and through the torn cardboard and plastic bags on the windshield, he tried to look for the security guard in the alley - nothing.

He frowned, the veins in his neck throbbed, and glanced around while reversing at high speed.

"Three minutes?!" the crew cut boy growled, "Screw your mother, the fight was over in three minutes!"

Before he finished speaking——
Bang!
The roof of the car shook violently, with a dull sound like thunder.

Without any hesitation, the guy with the crew cut raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger towards the roof of the car as if by reflex.

boom! boom! boom!
The bullet gouged several holes in the steel, each one letting in the sunlight, blindingly bright. But still, there was no wailing, no screaming, and no blood dripping.

"Where are the others?!"

The guy with the crew cut glanced up and stared at the broken roof; he gritted his teeth and slammed on the brakes.

呲!
The tires rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound and leaving a black mark; the Hiace van shook to the ground, and the rear wheels left the ground -
Even after the sudden braking, no one fell off the roof.

The next moment:

Ping!
A foot passed through the front window of the car, smashing the glass shards into the head of the crew cut boy.
He let go of the steering wheel and blocked the sudden attack with his arms outstretched; his forearm felt as if it had been broken.

But then, a dark and strong arm stretched out from the side window; it grabbed the crew cut guy's pistol, turned it over and used it as a hammer, and hit him hard in the face.

Blood mixed with mucus and saliva flew out, and the guy with the crew cut's eyes went black, as if his head was hit by a hammer; half of his cheek lost sensation in an instant, leaving only his ears buzzing.

He finally understood: it turned out that the [security guard] had been hanging outside the driver's door the whole time!
Click——
He felt a hard touch on the side of his head; the gun was pressed against his temple.

The security guard didn't climb into the car. He simply hooked his toes onto the roof, curled up, and hung upside down by the window; the gun he had taken was firmly pressed against the crew-cut guy's head. The guy peeked around, but didn't budge; his voice was soft and lazy:
"Don't leave so quickly. The Eurasian Postal Service's field duo—right? So, which of you two has superpowers?"
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Eh ho eh ho eh ho
A strange panting sound echoed from the back of the car, the sound was sharp and more outgoing than incoming.

The obese man's face was full of pain, his double chin was trembling, and his facial features were squeezed together.

His shirttail was tucked into his pants, his belly hanging down, even covering his belt—
But now, the shirt was stretched tighter, and the bulge was odd. Something was becoming bulging, sticking out.
The bulge vaguely outlined the outline of a human face, which was creepy:
A wide-open mouth, a round head, a high nose bridge; no hollows where the eye sockets should be—the shirt wrapped tightly around the face like a rubber hood, without a tear, not even a button moved.

The shirt was clearly transparent due to sweat, but only its shape was visible, and no details were visible.

Snapped!Snapped!
Two hands with distinct fingers stretched out from the inside of the shirt, trying to tear it open; but they couldn't.

There seemed to be some strange humanoid object trapped in this white shirt—
The obese man was like a pregnant woman about to give birth, breathing rhythmically; his forehead was covered with greasy sweat, and his belly was bulging.

With his hands supporting his waist, he half-lay among the collapsed equipment—
The foreign object in his shirt had its mouth wide open, seemingly roaring silently.

"Shh, shh. Got it." The [security guard] put his index finger to his lips and said softly, "It seems the plump gentleman has gone crazy."

He gently patted the crew cut's tense shoulders with the back of his hand, still upside down like a bat:
"Don't worry, I charge for killing people. Killing for free? I don't have that option today, so just sit still for now."

Sometimes living is worse than death. Most people know this, no one needs to teach them.

Pooh!
The guy with a crew cut spat a mouthful of blood at the co-pilot, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and raised his hands upwards in a gesture of surrender.

There was still resentment on his face, but there was no anger left in his words:
"I'm convinced, don't do anything."

"Which side are you from? Forget it, don't tell me."

"--Well, I can give you the approximate locations of all the remaining surveillance teams, but I assume you already know them."

"I have all the information, I'll tell you what I can. I'm just doing a job, there's no need to worry about life and death."

"As for the rest—I don't know what you want to know, I can tell you everything. One more person in the company doesn't make any difference, and I won't stand in your way."

"I can give you anything useful. Do you want to ask me something?"

The [security guard] adjusted his sunglasses with the back of his hand, and Nunu's already broad, flat nose:

"On the right track, my friend."

"The problem—yes, it is. Here's the thing, my friend: I'm collecting weapons—because I have a big order to fill?"

"As the saying goes, if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. I have all the weapons I need to kill people, I have a lot of them; but this time it seems like the person I'm dealing with isn't just a person, which is quite terrifying."

"I'm a coward, and I can't do without firepower. So I have to use local materials and make something special."

He turned his head and looked at the fat man who was pregnant and groaning in pain in the carriage, with his curly hair shaking.

The [security guard] spoke slowly and unconcerned about the changes that were taking place:
"It's okay, just take your time. I'm curious too."

"So—what's your chubby colleague's obsession? Please have him perform quickly."

(End of this chapter)