Billy's luck was terrible. He had only passed through a few rooms in the Death Cube when the floor suddenly spun beneath his feet. Before he could react, he and one of his men were trapped.
The mechanism had sprung from underground so suddenly that neither of them had any chance to prepare. When the room settled, Billy and his man were pinned to opposite sides of a metal table. It was like an enormous set of shackles that had risen from the floor and clamped around them. Their limbs and heads were locked in place too.
"What the hell is this thing? And why are there two trays on the table?"
Bzzzz...
Billy had barely finished cursing when a Chainsaw rose from the table between them. As they cried out in shock, its terrifying blade began to spin.
"Poppy, you bastard! What are you standing there for? Call my uncle Chris!"
Chris could see what happened in every room through the Surveillance Den Den Mushi installed inside them. But he was only one man, and there were more rooms in the Death Cube than he could count. He might not have noticed Billy.
Poppy was one of Billy's men. At Billy's order, he hurriedly searched Billy and pulled out his Den Den Mushi.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
"Billy? Where are you? What's the room number?"
Chris wasted no words after answering. If Billy was calling him, he knew something had gone wrong.
"Hell if I know the room number! Uncle, save me!"
Billy was terrified. His earlier arrogance had vanished. The sight of the Chainsaw alone had him trembling all over.
"Billy, calm down!"
"Screw you, Chris! Save the empty talk! How am I supposed to calm down right now?"
"Have one of your men check behind the iron door.