The entrance to the basement was an iron door, and Lyudmila made a gesture, and the two team members took cover on the side, their guns pointed at the gate, and she slowly pulled the latch with her right hand with tactical gloves. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Squeak...... There was a sour sound of metal rubbing, and the large iron door covered with rust slowly opened, and a cold wind came from the door, and the wind was mixed with a strong smell of blood.

Seeing the scene behind the door, Lyudmila and a group of team members behind him couldn't help but frown.

In front of me is a deep, dark arched passageway, which can accommodate three people side by side, more than two meters high, and leads to the ground with a small slope.

At intervals on both sides of the passage, there was a dim electric light flickering, and from the light, the passage could not be seen at all.

According to the slope calculation, this passage alone is probably dozens of meters long.

This passage is obviously not the so-called 'basement', but a road, the real basement, which should be at the end of the passage.

"Head, something isn't right!" One of Moran's captains said in a humble voice.

Lyudmila nodded, fighting with the mob outside along the way, she was relaxed and natural, and her expression became extremely serious at this time.

Although this passage is very simple, it is by no means something that can be built in a short time by a mob composed of ordinary civilians, according to normal architectural knowledge, the end of the passage will never be as simple as a small basement, there may be a large space, or even an underground building complex!

"Head, let's inform headquarters." Captain Moran suggested.

Lyudmila thought for a while and shook her head: "Not for the time being, I haven't found any valuable clues now, it's just an underground passage, and the manpower of the headquarters is also very tight, so I won't send more people because of this." ”

"There is still a team of people stationed in the company's province, do you want to ask for support?" The captain asked.

Another reason is that mercenaries are different from regular armies, and there is competition between each sub-department, every commander, and even each squad. Lyudmila was not willing to admit defeat to the other commanders without discovering any real danger.

"Chekov, you take a pair of people to stay here and hold the retreat, and I will take a team of people down, and the two sides will keep in touch at any time and be ready to meet the counterparty." Lyudmila snapped her fingers and turned to one side, like an agile cat, into the passage.

Six Moran mercenaries with guns followed.

"Be vigilant and defensive!" Chekov, the captain of the remaining team, ordered in a low voice, and the seven team members who remained outside the passage immediately dispersed and neatly occupied the favorable terrain around the entrance to guard.

"Head, the periphery is arranged, how are you doing?!" Chekov asked in a low voice, holding the intercom next to his mouth.

The signal from the intercom didn't seem to be very good, and there was a sneering murmur, but Lyudmila could barely be heard in a short and continuous echo: "Deep, safe for the time being, keep in touch at any time......"

"Understood!" Chekov said.

Lyudmila led the people all the way deep, and the underground passage was made of large blocks of masonry, eerie, and the further down you went, the wetter the walls became, slimy to the touch, and seemed to have a layer of moss.

The lights in the passage were dim, and the footsteps of the mercenary tactical boots reverberated rhythmically through the passage.

The passage was very long, and it took more than ten minutes to walk, and the distance was probably more than a mile, and finally reached the end of the passage.

In front of him, there was another flash of iron door.

But this iron door was not open, and the iron general added a large lock to the door, and the iron chain the thickness of the child's arm, and locked the door.

Lyudmila was stunned, if it was just to hold hostages, there would be no need to make such a hassle at all, right? Even if it had to be locked, why was the first iron door unlocked before, but this one locked?

Under the light of the wolf's eye flashlight, whether it was the iron door or the iron cable and chain that locked the door, it was covered with a layer of pale cyan rust, especially the big lock, which was even more rusty, and it looked like it had not been opened for a long time.

Although there are many doubts, they have all come here, whether it is out of salvation or curiosity, it is impossible to retreat.

"Turn it on." Lyudmila dodged out of the iron door and whispered to a member of the team behind her.

The team member nodded, silently took out a high-temperature welding torch that was specially used to break the door, and carried out the door-breaking operation against the rusty iron cable.

Thousands of degrees of cyan flames erupted from the welding torch, **** the iron lock, the steel quietly and slowly melted, turning into drops of molten iron and falling on the ground.

Not long after, there was a soft click, the lock was disconnected, and the player who broke the door nodded at Lyudmila and made an OK gesture.

Even without the lock, the door was extremely heavy, and the two male team members worked together to push open the iron door, and thin iron filings spilled through the crack in the door and fell to the ground.

"Chekov, we found another iron door at the end of the passage, which has been broken down and is about to enter the ......," Lyudmila said into the intercom.

"Collect ...... Arrive...... Note...... Safety ......," Chekov's voice came intermittently.

Behind the second iron door, it was pitch black, and there was hardly any light, except for a few small red dots like alarm lights, flickering far and near.

Despite the tactical mask with a certain evolutionary air function, you can still smell the thick smell of blood in the air.

Together with Lyudmila herself, all seven tactical flashlights were turned on, and seven pillars of light barely illuminated the path under your feet.

A member of the team leaning against the wall saw a handle similar to the main gate on the wall, and pulled it down forcefully.

Bang Bang Bang ...... A series of switching sounds sounded, and from near to far overhead, electric lights were lit up, illuminating the surrounding environment clearly.

There is still a passage in front of me, much wider than the previous one, the difference is that there are many rooms on both sides of the passage, like university dormitories, but there is an iron door at the door of each room.

"A prison underneath?"

Lyudmila looked through the fence window of the nearest iron door, and saw that behind the door was a room of about twenty square meters, in the center of the room, there was an operating table, in the corner of the room there were several rows of dusty shelves, and two oxygen cylinders leaned diagonally against the corner.

The operating table was covered with a large white cloth covered with large brown spots.

The same grayish-brown spots can be seen on the peeling walls around the room.

According to Lyudmila's experience, it was a blood stain that had dried up for a long time.

Lyudmila was just about to break down the door and go in to find out, when another member of the team exclaimed in a low voice: "Boss, what's in here?" (To be continued.) )