Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

He looked at the silent Titus and said, "Brother, you have saved me twice in such a short time. Thank you."

Titus nodded and once again walked to the front of the group.

"It's really reassuring to have a companion like this." Deadpool sighed.

Then he followed happily.

The team continued to move forward for a while, with smooth progress.

They passed through several areas, including the looted infirmary, the mess hall that had melted into slag,

and a wing of containment units marked "Olympia-class" at a depth of no less than 100 meters.

Eventually the team arrived at a room that appeared to be a telecommunications room, with an electronic screen turned on on the wall.

"Calm down, guys. Search this room and see if there's anything you can use." the sergeant said.

Titus still took the lead.

"These terminals are powered on. I will collect the data." Jinx began to operate.

Zizzi~

There was a sound like wireless noise from the other end of the room, and Deadpool and Dante walked towards the electronic screen.

"Is it surveillance or video?"

As soon as the words fell, the screen began to flicker.

Then,

A picture of a standard containment unit appeared on the screen.

The red light behind the camera came on, illuminating the dim space. A long human figure was crouched in the corner.

Dante frowned, "Wait a minute, what is this?"

"Monster, probably." Deadpool didn't care.

The sergeant came over upon hearing the sound and stared at the logo on the screen.

He frowned and said, "Bob the Clown? Is this a containment object?"

Coincidentally, the clown on the screen also looked at the camera.

It actually spoke human language:

"What? What are you doing? Who are you?"

Deadpool became interested: "We are agents - wait, who are you?"

was saying,

The figure moves horizontally.

More parts emerged from the darkness,

The red light illuminated its eyes, a pair of clown eyes.

"Mmmmm...you're different, you smell different, you know I can smell you, even here? But, you don't."

The clown's voice is eerie, and just listening to it gives people a sense of unease.

"They know, but you're not like them, they've tried so hard to figure it out, they know, they understand, they'll figure it out, mum mum."

The Master Chief frowned and confirmed again: "You are Bobble the Clown, right?"

Guji guji~

Every time the clown moves, it makes a weird sound.

It slowly passed through the containment unit and left the area illuminated by the red light.

Then it moves unsteadily towards the camera.

The disturbing face grew larger, closer, and clearer.

The audience in the chat group felt their scalps tingling.

But fortunately,

Although this guy looks very strange, at least he can communicate:

"When I was Barber, they gave me a number, but your friend he didn't like the number, saying we were equal to numbers. Mmmmmmmmmmm... I'm not Barber, but I used to be Barber."

It paused and stared at the camera:

"You shouldn't be here, man. You don't fit in here. You're in the wrong place, like me, like us."

The Master Chief was confused: "Uh, what happened here?"

"Dad Emerson played a tricky little game with the cosmic rays, moving through them as if he were walking a tightrope, and was stunned with surprise when he fell."

Bobber the Clown lowered his voice and began to smile:

"Little mischievous Emerson wants more than just a box. No, no, no. He wants a box filled with thoughts, like pain, fear, and death."

At this point, it covered its stomach, as if it had told a very funny joke.

He said while laughing:

"He worked so hard to stack those boxes on his line and ended up screwing up the whole thing and we all fell down with him. Hahahaha~"

Suddenly, the only sound left in the entire light screen was the clown's wild yet weird laughter.

Deadpool finally lost his patience: "How many entities are there here? What else do you know?"

"How many, hehehe, how many entities were consumed by Site-13?"

As soon as this word comes out,

Everyone's expressions changed.

obviously,

This clown seems to know something.

It just showed a signature clown smile:

"You silly little boy who doesn't fit in, silly kid, everything comes to Site-13. If you're discovered by the Foundation, if you're caught by the Coalition, you'll be sent into this meat grinder. Everything."

"If he can't get any benefit, he uses us as fertilizer. Some are lucky. Bob was lucky to be thrown into an interesting box to play with and fiddle with, to be experimented on, to see what sounds we make when we are dying. Not everyone is so lucky."

Speaking of which,

The clown paused.

It looks at the camera.

That strange gaze seemed to be able to reach everyone's hearts through the camera.

"They burned down the library, spilled the contents like a soup can, burned the whole place down. They did other worse things, too."

"Emerson's father likes it. He always watches from the sidelines and takes pleasure in it."

Chapter 81 We are reincarnation! Undead cyborg clones created from the flesh and blood of dead gods!

WTF?

The audiences in all the worlds were confused by the words of Bobber the Clown.

Especially when you see the picture,

The clown gave a weird and crazy laugh and spit at the camera

An unknown fear spread.

Sherlock Holmes Universe.

"Damn it, this guy is just talking nonsense!"

Watson said helplessly.

It feels like the group is completely wasting their time.

But Holmes stroked his chin and thought:

"In fact, its words still contain a lot of useful information."

"Ok?"

"For example, meat grinder, experiment"

Holmes weighed his words carefully:

"Site-13 doesn't seem to be used for containment as much as other sites. It's more of a place to process anomalies."

"Um, you mean, they really experiment on them for fun? The living ones are tortured and the dead ones are thrown into the meat grinder?"

Watson was shocked by the answer.

Holmes was also frightened by this idea. He never thought that

Faced with those strange and powerful anomalies, some people are so brave

Random execution of anomalies,

Use them for bad experiments,

Finally throw them into the meat grinder and have fun with it?

"Then finally..." Watson looked at Holmes curiously.

"Obviously," Holmes paused and sneered, "they have gone too far."

He suddenly had a guess:

Something more horrible than an anomaly containment breach must have happened at Site-13!

He stared at the screen, repeating the name over and over again:

"Emerson"

Perhaps, this person is the culprit behind all this!

on the screen.

The group of operators were also shocked by this answer.

Deadpool thinks it's complete bullshit.

Only the Chief Sergeant continued to ask patiently:

"What's worse?"

While talking,

The Joker approaches the camera and is exposed under red lights.

Only then did people finally see the guy's full appearance.

When important parts of its body move, they are severely distorted by video static interference.

It seemed to have cut into the humanoid's body, creating lacerations that were seeping with yellow fluid.

It seemed to have lost most of its shape in the process of movement and turned into a static state.

As its cheek approaches the camera, one eye is still.

Seeing this scene,

Everyone felt a chill.

The face that could definitely give everyone nightmares was pressed against the camera, and even the Master Chief and his companions frowned secretly.

then,

Then I heard it say in that sharp and strange voice:

"Everything!"

The Master Chief wanted to ask more, but Jinx behind him exclaimed, "Hmm? We received some information, it seems to be from the survivors."

She looked at the Master Chief. "We have to move forward."

The Master Chief paused, looked deeply at Bobber the Clown, and nodded: "Okay."