When the two sides suddenly met in the passage, the distance between them was less than twenty meters, which made Cong Ye's heart tense. If you had just woken up from the river and tested it in Charleston Woods, you would only have time to dodge the bullets fired at a distance of 30 meters from the submachine gun, and that would be if you needed enough room to dodge. However, the passage in front of him is only wide enough to accommodate four people walking side by side, and the other party is more than a dozen people raising guns to shoot together, can Cong Yeyan not be nervous?

However, at this point, it is impossible to turn back, because it is also unknown where the other end of the passage leads, and it is certain that there must be soldiers who have come to surround him.

The Art of War: The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road.

Cong Ye didn't care much, his hands were flat on his chest, and while his ten fingers flicked continuously, he tried his best to rush forward at the limit speed in the dense rain of bullets.

I could feel that a lot of bullets were gliding against my skin. Almost everywhere on both sides of the body, there was a burning pain. However, when the dozen or so soldiers in front of him were all killed by Cong Ye, there was no need to check their bodies, and Cong Ye also knew that what he had suffered was only a flesh injury, and there was no major problem.

This happened three more times in succession, each time leaving traces of bullets sliding on the left and right sides of Congye's body, bringing new pain, but Congye still broke out of the smooth and narrow cement passage safely.

As Leaf stood in the middle of a rotunda, no one fired a shot, even though soldiers were still rushing in through a hole. Everyone was on the wall and aimed at the clump in the center, but no one pulled the trigger. Moreover, all the soldiers were standing at the entrance of the passageway, but no one entered the rotunda.

The unknown bush did not have time to think about why they were like this, but quickly rushed towards the people. After all the people were lowered to the ground, Congye was able to take a closer look at the rotunda. In addition to the hole where the soldiers rushed just now, there were also 12345, 67*10, 11, and 12 closed iron gates. The iron door is large and small, and the iron door is not an ordinary iron lock, it seems that it should be a fingerprint lock, or a combination lock or something.

Cong Ye hesitated where to go, the hole where the soldiers rushed into should be an exit, but it had been four or five minutes, and no more soldiers had rushed in, didn't it mean that the other party had prepared a trap to deal with him in front?

In that case, it is better to try your luck in the other twelve closed iron gates, and maybe you will find something else.

After making up his mind, Cong Ye chose the largest iron door, walked over, first reached out and touched a protruding square box by the door, and after opening the outer cover, he found that it was indeed a fingerprint lock. Cong Ye's fingers were forceful, and he picked off the box for fingerprint testing, but the big iron door still didn't move.

Cong Ye glanced at it, took a half step back, then raised his foot and kicked sideways.

“duang！ Bang! Bang Dang! ”

After three loud bangs in succession, the big iron door had been kicked down in the aisle by Cong Ye.

Cong Ye only saw the brilliant lights inside, and regardless of whether there was anyone guarded, he raised his feet and stepped in.

The three waves of bullets that passed through the rain of bullets just now gave the bushes endless confidence. At this time, Cong Ye felt that there was a rocket in front of him, and he had the ability to push it away with both hands.

At the same time as the leaf kicked open the iron door, Professor Smith and Joan in the secret room. Major General John also heard a piercing siren.

"It's an alarm from Chamber Three, damn it."

By the time he said this, Professor Smith was not at all in the same mood as when he first trapped the leaves, but rather weak.

Joan. Major General John certainly knew what was inside Chamber 3 and what it would mean for Congye to break in. For a while, the two of you looked at me, I looked at you, and they regretted in their hearts why they didn't follow the instructions of the higher-ups and let Cong Ye disappear into the cage earlier?

Just, what role can regret play? The bitter fruit is self-brewed, so what awaits them is either to be dried up by the bush leaves, or to kill the bush leaves, and there is no other choice.

Because when country M built this secret place, it was clearly stipulated that those who could enter and leave the rotunda and the twelve secret rooms must be people who swore allegiance to the motherland, swore to dedicate themselves to scientific research, and were not allowed to contact the outside world without permission for life, and were not allowed to leave the underground secret room for life. Of the current personnel, only Professor Smith and his team of six have ever entered.

There is also a rule that if an outsider breaks into the rotunda and the twelve secret chambers, he will either be killed on the spot or have the outsider and the secret place disappear at the same time. In other words, the secret land has disappeared, and there is no need for Professor Smith and the other seven to save zài. Country M will never allow anyone who has top secrets to leave the secret room alive.

Joan. Although John was no longer restricted from leaving for the rest of his life, if he wanted to kill the intruder, someone had to go in. Thinking about it, it seems that I am duty-bound. As long as you enter the rotunda, no matter what the outcome, there is only one way left for yourself, and that is to stay here forever, whether dead or alive.

"Professor Smith, is there any other way?"

Joan. John was retiring in less than eight months, and he didn't want to spend his old age here.

"Order someone to transfer the contents of the remaining eleven secret rooms,"

Glancing at Joan. Professor John, Smith went on to say:

"It's just that all the people involved in the removal have to be dealt with on the spot."

"How long will it take, and how many people will it take?"

Professor Smith didn't seem to expect Joan. John would have made a decision so quickly.

"One hundred and fifty people, about ten days."

"God, are you mistaken! There are less than 200 underground guards in total, and 62 people have been killed in the battle just now, and there are more than 140 people left, including Mike and me, there are less than 150 people, and it will take ten days. ”

"You can move it with few people, but you need to tell Sù Congye, and we ask him to cooperate as much as possible during the process of moving, and don't do anything."

Smith didn't know why this was the time, and he made a joke.

"Alright, then let's take a trip to the professor. You know, none of us can get into it. ”

Joan. John heard Smith say that it would take ten days for one hundred and fifty men to move out, and that it was almost an impossible task. How could Cong Ye stay in Chamber 3 honestly? Besides, even if he transferred the things in the other eleven secret rooms, would he really be able to gain the trust of the upper peak? I'm afraid that even if I really didn't look at what it was, I still wouldn't be able to leave here. So why bother?

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