Chapter 1349
Even Toilets Have Traps?
As the silence outside faded, Rokubungi Gendo closed his eyes in despair. He remembered his former glory in this base, his command post, and the unwavering respect of his subordinates. And now? He was trapped in a toilet stall, dragging a stiff leg, shouting until his throat was hoarse, but no one paid him any attention.
"Cui Ming...you're a madman...you even put traps in the toilet..."
He gritted his teeth and forced out a few words, his voice so weak he could barely hear himself. The base was riddled with traps and mechanisms modified by Cui Ming; there were gun emplacements in the corridors, electric fences on doorknobs, and even the water dispensers could spray high-pressure water jets. Everyone was used to all sorts of unexpected situations, and any unusual noises were simply assumed to be another normal mechanical malfunction.
"Help! I'm really trapped..."
Rokubungi Gendo's voice grew fainter and fainter, until it turned into a weak groan. He leaned against the wall of the cubicle, his stiff leg still firmly wedged in front of the door, like a ridiculous statue.
In the command room, Cui Mingzheng was looking down at the battle report, completely unaware that such a person existed.
"It's much quieter today," he said casually.
Lindis, standing next to her, smiled and said, "Yes, with no one causing trouble, efficiency has increased."
He's at his wit's end with Rokufen Yiyuan Hall...
We can only wait.
He slumped in the toilet stall, his left leg, riddled with steel nails, stretched straight out through the gap in the door panel like a welded iron rod, unable to bend back.
He tried to stand up, but his stiff knee slammed into the door, shaking the entire cubicle. He tried to pull his leg back, but the steel plates and pins holding the bone in place wouldn't obey; even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain, and cold sweat streamed down his bandages. Since he was already waiting anyway, he contacted the SEELE organization directly.
He pulled out a miniature communicator hidden in the gaps of his bandages and tremblingly pressed the button for the encrypted channel. The screen lit up with a ghostly blue light, reflecting on his swollen, purplish face.
"I need backup. That guy Cui Ming is a lunatic!"
His voice was hoarse and shrill, carrying a sense of grievance and anger from being bullied terribly, echoing in the cramped cubicle.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communicator, then came Kiro Lorenz's nauseatingly hoarse voice:
“We know.”
"Kiru, I want you to understand! Your plan needs me! Do you understand? It needs me!!!"
Rokufennig Gendo roared, his face turning red, veins bulging on his neck. He winced and gasped for breath in pain as the wound was pulled, but he was in no way inferior in terms of momentum. He gripped the communicator tightly, as if he wanted to crush the screen.
"I know, a sextant. By the way... what's that next to you...?"
Kiro Lorenz's voice suddenly became hesitant, filled with confusion and vigilance, as if he had seen something he shouldn't have.
"what?"
Rokubungi Gendo paused for a moment, then instinctively turned his head and saw a cannon emplacement...
The thing slowly descended from above the toilet stall door, its black metal casing gleaming coldly. The muzzle was pointed at his head, and the red motion-sensor light flashed dangerously. Rokubungi Gendo's pupils contracted sharply, his blood running cold. He opened his mouth, but before he could utter a sound, the cannon emitted a piercing, synthesized electronic voice:
"Spy spotted! Open fire!!!"
"Cui Ming!!!!!!!!!"
Rokubungi Gendo let out a piercing, distorted scream that echoed through the toilet, shaking the walls. He desperately tried to pull his stiff leg back, but the bones, held in place by steel pins, wouldn't obey him, and he could only watch helplessly as flames spurted from the cannon. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!!!
Bullets rained down like a storm, striking the cubicle doors, walls, and floor, sending up countless sparks and fragments. Rokubungi Gendo huddled in a corner, clutching his head. Bullets grazed his ears and struck his leg, which was secured with steel nails, making a clanging sound that nearly made him faint from the pain.
Rokubungi Gendo, in this case, is spared because the world's consciousness doesn't want him to die; otherwise...
These artillery positions alone are enough to kill Cui Ming.
The bullets bounced wildly in the confined space, but none actually struck a vital spot. Some grazed his scalp, some struck through gaps in his bandages, and some embedded themselves in the wall beside him, creating a human-shaped blank area. The world's consciousness seemed to be subtly interfering with the bullet trajectories, causing each potentially fatal bullet to deviate by mere millimeters, leaving him with more grazes and bruises instead of taking his life.
However, while he may escape the death penalty, he cannot escape punishment!
The world consciousness is starting to exert its power!!!
Suddenly, the entire toilet started exploding! Backflow!!!
First, the toilet emitted an ominous roar, the pressure in the pipes instantly skyrocketed, and then the floor beneath the entire cubicle began to tremble violently. Under the high pressure, filth gushed backwards from the sewage pipes, like an enraged mountain of excrement, gushing out from every crevice, every hole, and every connection. The dark yellow liquid, mixed with various indescribable solids, traced disgusting arcs in the air.
At last……
Eruption!!!
"Aaaaaaaahh ...
With Rokubun Gigendo's screams, he was submerged by the Xiang River.
A thick, foul-smelling torrent descended from above, slamming him against the wall of the cubicle.
The bitter medicine was poured into his mouth, nose, and ears, soaking every inch of his bandages and clothes. He struggled desperately, but his stiff leg left him nowhere to escape. He could only thrash around in the excrement like a drowning dog, his screams drowned out by the bubbling sound.
When the toilet door was opened, everyone stared at Sextant in horror…
The maintenance crew received a report of an anomaly in the ventilation ducts and, assuming it was another malfunction in one of the mechanisms Cui Ming had modified, rushed over with their toolboxes. They pried open the warped door panel, and an indescribable stench instantly erupted out, like a heavy punch to everyone's face. Several young employees immediately took a half-step back, covering their noses, their eyes watering from the stench.
Then they saw the Rokufen Gigen-do.
He slumped in the messy cubicle, his bandages soaked through with a dark yellow liquid, giving them a nauseating color. His left leg, riddled with steel nails, remained stretched out straight, his trousers stained with filth, and several unidentifiable solids were even stuck in the gaps between the nails. His face was swollen and shiny, with several new abrasions on his purplish-blue skin. His lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with emptiness and despair, as if most of his soul had been ripped out.
Holy crap! Commander, what's going on?! You blew up the toilet?!
The maintenance foreman's eyes widened, and the wrench in his hand clattered to the ground. He stared at the once high-ranking commander before him, at the uniform soaked in excrement, at the dark yellow liquid still oozing from Rokubungi Gendo's mouth, his mind going blank. The scene was too surreal, more impactful than any battlefield he had ever witnessed.
“Ugh…” A female employee finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and turned around to lean against the wall and dry heave.
Rokubungi Gendo slowly raised his head, his gaze unfocused as he looked at the crowd gathered at the entrance. He wanted to speak, but his throat was filled with that pungent taste, and bubbles rose from his mouth as soon as he opened it. He trembled as he raised his uninjured hand, pointing to the wreckage of the cannon on the ceiling, then to the burst toilet pipe, before finally letting it fall limply to the ground.
"Cui...ming..." he managed to squeeze out two words in a weak voice, then his head lolled to the side and he completely lost consciousness.
The repairmen exchanged glances, none daring to step forward to help. Finally, the team leader gritted his teeth, rummaged through his toolbox, pulled out two pairs of rubber gloves, and handed one to the person next to him: "...What are you standing there for? Lift him! This...this needs to be taken to the emergency room!"
"Who will lift it?" The person next to him shrank back.
"...Let's play rock-paper-scissors."
The crowd at the entrance silently took a step back, leaving only the Six-Part Yiyuan Hall lying in the filth, like a dried-up salted fish, exuding an indescribable stench. (End of Chapter)