If even Professor X can't find the Phantom Cat in this world, then even if a guy of Mo Ye's level can get ten times the time limit, it's probably in vain.

Searching all the way before, it was just to talk about some personnel, and he didn't have a clue about what happened after that.

Knowing the plot is useless for making a living in this mission world, because Mo Xie doesn't know where the mission world has gone at all.

Because the plot was wrong from the very beginning, all the original plots that Mo Xie remembered became unreliable.

At this time, the Phantom Cat may be anywhere, and if you are unlucky, you may have to search the whole planet.

It's a scary amount of work to think about.

It wasn't until Mo Xie saw this human army that he had some plans in mind.

He wants to talk to the leaders of the remaining human forces in this world.

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After about three hours of driving, Mo Ye, who was sitting in the car, knew that he had arrived at the destination of the trip.

This kind of thing can be known almost without distracting one's senses - because the road pressed by the tires has become smoother, and there is no more bump in the cabin.

It's a massive underground base, with a hidden entrance hidden in the grass, surrounded by cliffs that look like a basin.

After the first car was questioned at the entrance, the entire convoy entered the base unimpeded.

It's just that in Mo Ye's opinion, this base is not called a 'base' but an 'underground garage'.

In Mo Ye's perception, there were at least a thousand cars parked in this base, and all kinds of fuel were piled up, and it could be seen that the establishment of this base was by no means an overnight thing.

This is only the first layer, this base has three floors, and the Holy Scripture does not restrict Mo Ye's spiritual power exploration.

There are not many cars, food and oil people parked in the first two floors, and the bottom floor is full of people, just like the living area in the barracks.

The car had stopped, and Mo Ye hurriedly dragged the unconscious medical attendant in the carriage up and put him to sleep on the bed, and at the same time he lay down on the stretcher spread out on the bed again, with a look of defeat on his face.

"Bang dang~!"

The door of the carriage was opened, and several sergeants who opened the door gave priority to unloading Mo Ye only to find the sleeping mediciency, but because Mo Xie had arranged the scene in advance (taking out some surgical and first-aid equipment, putting on an oxygen mask for himself by the way, and smearing some blood in the blood bag in the cabinet on his clothes), as long as it was a normal person, he would think that there had just been a first aid here.

The medic did everything he could to save the wounded, and then he was exhausted, and these soldiers had not seen such a thing.

Therefore, he did not disturb the rest of the medical staff at the moment, but just carried away the oxygen Mo Ye lightly.

They didn't want to wake up their tired comrades, and they barely even touched the medics.

"Hurry!"

Several sergeants took over and set up the stretcher where Mo Ye had been placed onto a simple cart, and then several people worked together to push the cart.

There was an elevator in the three-story underground base, and soon, two stretchers and seven or eight people were squeezed into the not very spacious elevator.

……

“…… That's the way it is!"

On the way back, the commander of this small unit had already made a report to the directors of the base about the general situation, but the report on the way was too brief, and because it was a radio conversation, the man did not dare to say too much.

After all, it's all too easy for a sentry robot to intercept a piece of radio.

So he had to make a second debriefing on what happened on the road in person.

The so-called 'Shizuo' is a white-skinned middle-aged man with an inch of hair, and it seems that he has developed a lean body of muscles from long-term exercise.

This conversation takes place on the second floor, where the base's headquarters is unexpectedly set up in the middle level.

"How's the guy?"

The white man speaks English, but with a Russian accent, which is awkward to hear.

He himself seemed to know this, so he tried to keep his words as short as possible when dealing with subordinates who did not know Russian.

"Report, one of the two people rescued has been awake, but it seems that he is seriously injured, and he is now recuperating in the observation room!"

"Turn it on. ”

The division commander said to the secretary who had been standing beside him that he was in Russian, so the man who handed out the package did not make any difference—because he did not understand.

The secretary, who also appeared to be Russian, carefully took the package.

The package was wrapped in coarse cloth, and the slightly dirty fabric was apparently from the rescued person.

The wool comes from the sheep, and there is never free help in the last days, if there is nothing of value to be collected, these people will probably not hesitate to 'invite' Mo Ye out of the base.

The package was quickly opened, with only a handful of items in it.

Compressed biscuits as dry food, knives with wilderness survival functions, ropes, and more than a booklet wrapped in brown paper.

Several items were lined up on the desk by the secretary, each item being turned over and over, dry rations being cut and ropes being dismantled one by one, as if checking the belongings of foreign agents. Every seemingly ordinary object has been turned out beyond recognition.

Finally, the secretary opened the booklet wrapped in brown paper.

"It's ...... Mutant profile!"

The secretary only turned a few pages before he looked up at the division commander who had already poked his head out with a look of astonishment.

This booklet is no longer accessible to a small person like him, but if he does not check it, it will violate his duties as a secretary.

What if there's any 'fame' in this booklet?!

The secretary looked at the commander for advice, but the latter only hesitated for a moment and then nodded briefly.

The instructed secretary continued to flip through the book, the pages of which looked like a product of the apocalypse, with only a few dozen pages interspersed with photographs and scribbled handwritten notes.

The secretary, who is proficient in many Chinese, recognized that although there were many pages in this booklet, basically the content on each page was similar, and it was only because it was written in a different language that it was written into a booklet.

However, in his hastiness, the secretary did not have time to read it carefully, after all, he was only checking the booklet for anything that would harm the reader.