Chapter 47: Joker Barber, The Site-13 That Swallowed Countless Anomalies

"What the hell? What the hell? What the hell is this?!"

"Damn it, he... he merged with the wall?"

"Too scary, is this space distortion?"

"Oh my God, how can we continue this mission?"

The audience in the live broadcast room were all heartbroken when they saw such a shocking scene.

S.H.I.E.L.D.

Natasha Romanoff's face turned pale. "Damn it, is this a task that a human can do?"

Nick Fury sighed. "Isn't this just the way things are for a Mobile Task Force?"

Go to the most threatening place, to deal with the most terrifying existence...

The Mobile Task Force seems to be born to deal with death.

"Ugh~F**K! F**K!!!" Houston collapsed to the ground in despair.

Jack muttered softly in a trance.

Leon Lake looked at Ross, who looked dejected. "Captain, we lost Noah. He's in the wall. Do you want to continue?"

The response to him was silence.

Site Command: "Team, you must understand that returning to the surface will be more dangerous than continuing the mission."

Ross scratched his hair. "I-how should I know. I have no idea what's here. Everything that happened here is so unbelievable. I don't even know if we can get back. No team ever got back alive, right?"

He was obviously traumatized by Noah's death.

Coupled with this strange place and the endless dangers, Ross felt a little off.

Site Command: "...Yes."

Ross was silent.

He looked at Jack who stood up silently, then looked at Houston whose eyes gradually became tougher, and finally looked at Leon Lake whose eyes were calm. He seemed to have made up his mind.

"Honestly, whatever happens here can't be any worse than what we saw on the way back. It doesn't make any difference in the end." He paused:

"Anyway, let's keep going."

Site Command: "Yes. If you achieve your objective, we will prepare another team to pick you up. It will take approximately four hours."

Ross smiled somewhat dejectedly and said, "Send another team? Which idiots are willing to come here and die?"

"Samsara."

Ross paused and forced a smile: "Okay, that sounds cool, I get it."

After that, he looked at Leon Lake and the other two, nodded, and the four of them continued on their way.

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

They passed through several areas.

Including the looted infirmary,

The canteen that blends into the slag,

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

Finally, they arrived at a room that seemed to be a telecommunications room, with a turned-on electronic screen on the wall.

Ross walked in front: "Calm down, everyone, search this room and see if there is anything that can be used above."

"These terminals are powered, I will collect the data." Houston began to operate.

Sizzle!

There was a sound like wireless noise coming from the other end of the room, and Leon Lake and Jack walked towards the electronic screen.

Jack looked around and wondered, "Is it surveillance or video?"

Just then, the screen flickered.

A standard containment unit appears on screen, though it lacks any comforts or items.

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

"Wait, what is this?"

Houston walked over following the sound, and when he saw the screen, his face was shocked: "This is Joker Barber."

As the name was mentioned, the figure in the corner looked towards the camera.

It actually spoke: "What? What are you doing? Who are you?"

Ross frowned. "Christ—my name is Ephraim Ross, I'm an agent—wait, who are you?"

At this time, everyone clearly saw that the human figure moved sideways.

More parts emerged from the darkness.

Red light illuminates its eyes, a pair of Joker-like eyes.

Then in a weird voice: "Mmmmm...you're different, you smell different, you know I can smell you, even here?"

Ross frowned, "You're Joker Barber, right?"

Da da~

The humanoid figure slowly crossed the containment unit and left the area illuminated by the red light. It moved unsteadily and gradually approached the camera.

The scene was so weird no matter how you looked at it, the audience in the live broadcast room were so nervous that their hearts were in their throats.

I was afraid that this guy was another containment subject infected with life memes or suffering from space distortion.

But thankfully, although its behavior was a little strange, it seemed to be able to 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."

Joker Barber said something incomprehensible, then looked 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."

Ross frowned, as if he felt that this conversation was meaningless.

But still asked: "Um, what happened here?"

"Dad Emerson played a tricky little game with the cosmic rays, moving through them like a tightrope, and gaping in surprise when he fell." Joker Barber laughed and lowered his voice.

"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 the end, he held his stomach and laughed as he said, "He tried so hard to pile those boxes on his line and ended up screwing up the whole thing. We all fell down with him. Hahahaha~"

Ross suppressed his impatience and asked again: "How many entities are there here? What else do you know?"

"How many, hehe, how many entities were devoured by Site-13?" Joker Barber showed his signature Joker smile:

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

"If he can't get any benefit, he uses us as fertilizer. Some are lucky. Bobble 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. But not everyone is so lucky."

At this point, Joker Barber paused: "They burned down the library, spilling the contents all over the place like a soup can, burning the whole place down. They also did other worse things. Emerson's father liked it. He always watched coldly and had fun with it."

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