Chapter 860: The Unexpected Enemy...

As for the two severed arms that fell on the seats?

He didn’t plan to pick them up. He estimated that the arms were worthless, and it was definitely not because he wanted to be lazy.

The main reason was that he only had two arms, and one was carrying the corpse while the other habitually touched the gun stock, otherwise, he didn’t feel safe.

After completing all this, Chen Town once again vigilantly looked around, confirmed it was safe, and then re-entered the roadside bushes, retracing his way back.

Just as he ran back a third of the way, Xu Yingyan’s urgent warning suddenly came through the earpiece he wore:

“Chen Town, hide, quick, that white human-spider… he’s back again, moving fast, heading straight for the scene.”

Chen Town reflexively dropped to the ground while throwing the corpse off his shoulder into the deep grass ditch beside him. He pressed himself flat against the ground, using the dense vegetation to hide his figure, and suddenly held his breath.

He lowered his voice and asked into the communicator, full of doubt:

“What do you mean? What do you mean… he’s back?!”

Before Xu Yingyan could answer, a confused and angry roar came from the road, followed by the violent sound of a car being dismantled and the tearing of metal.

For a moment, Chen Town’s head was full of question marks: “???”

What does this mean? Have I become a corpse thief?!!

No, you left so casually just now, not even looking back. I thought you weren’t interested in the corpse and planned to abandon it.

Actually, it wasn’t just Chen Town who was puzzled.

In the dilapidated house, other members of Worries Relief Studio, silently observing all this through a drone’s aerial perspective, were also at a loss, their faces full of incomprehension.

On the screen, the returning white human-spider was like a child who couldn’t find his toy, frantically going around the broken car, occasionally smashing the car with mechanical arms, seemingly venting his confusion and anger over the missing corpse.

They really couldn’t understand the bewildering behavior of this white human-spider.

No, you’re a humanoid spider, you’ve got 10 arms, two more than a normal spider, if you wanted both corpses, why not take them all at once, instead of making an extra trip back?

Don’t you find it troublesome?

Or do you just like racking up steps back and forth with those many legs?!!

This conundrum left Worries Relief Studio at a loss for answers unless they could open up the white human-spider’s head and see firsthand how the walnut-sized brain inside was wired.

Speaking of which, this impulse for “cranial exploration,” Shadow Scorpion fantasized about more than once a day.

And at this moment, Iron Claw on the highway had similar thoughts swirling in his head.

He also wanted to crack open the brain of the corpse thief to see what was inside.

How could anyone steal a corpse?

Moreover, it’s a corpse that is both disabled and disfigured!!

That’s like stealing a bicycle missing a wheel, with rust and chipped paint, what’s the point?

Iron Claw simply couldn’t understand. By his simple understanding, a corpse was the least valuable thing in this world; if one wanted one, just kill someone on the street at random.

Why bother picking up someone else’s discarded, clearly inferior “leftovers”?!!!

The more Iron Claw thought about it, the angrier he became, stamping his mechanical limbs, shiny and cold, alternately on the asphalt, producing a dense and piercing “clang clang” sound.

It looked like a giant white spider had gone mad and was performing a botched disco on the highway.

Can’t understand!

Really can’t understand!

The limited intelligence in his brain was almost steaming.

But Iron Claw could make sense of this: the captain’s initial order was to bring back two “live ones.”

And now, one was shot in the head by his own people, dead as can be (though not entirely his fault).

The other, he brought back, but it was half-disabled, and its tongue was cut off.

Looking at the whole picture, it was already quite disappointing to the captain.

If he lost one of the corpses and went back empty-handed, who knows if the captain might make him replace the missing corpse himself.

Of course, the captain might not really do that, Iron Claw asked himself; he was still worth a little more to the team alive than dead.

The captain particularly hated making a loss because he was very short.

This was a theory the Fortress secretly told him, although Iron Claw didn’t understand the logic behind it at the time, he pretended to and deeply memorized it.

The problem was that while the captain avoided losses, Shadow Scorpion loved seeing him suffer losses.

Just thinking of Shadow Scorpion’s insolent banter, not maybe, but certainly in the captain’s ear.

Iron Claw shivered all over, couldn’t keep discoing, all joints locked in place.

In that moment, his muddled mind became clearer than ever.

“No, I can’t go back empty-handed, I have to find my corpse.

Yes, yes, yes, I just left for a moment, the corpse thief can’t have gone far, as long as I find the thief, I can find my corpse.

Plus, by then, I might bring back one more live one for the captain, wouldn’t that mean I brought back three in total, one more than the captain initially asked for?”

Iron Claw suddenly breathed heavily, his eyes brightened, thoughts active,

“Isn’t this just like the phrase Fire Raven often says, what’s it called, like Sven loses Ma Yan knows it’s a blessing?!!”

Iron Claw actually didn’t fully understand what this phrase meant, but after hearing it often, he felt it suited his current situation quite well.