Behind the door, it was dark.

Behind him, the wreckage of the car burned.

By the glow of the flames, Jason could see the layout of the room in general.

The floor is mostly broken, especially in the corridor near the door, and the remaining floor has been artificially dismantled to create a 'pit' with a length of two meters and a depth of three meters.

Obviously, anyone who pushes the door and walks in directly will fall off guard.

A straight ladder snapped to the side near the door.

The 'temporary employer' just opened the door just now, not only to protect himself, but also because he was standing on a ladder to talk to me.

This realization came to the bottom of his heart, which made Jason examine the ladder more and more carefully.

Since the other party is so cautious, it is likely that they will not simply lay a trap.

Soon, Jason made a discovery.

On the fourth step of the ladder, the metal that seems to be solid is actually spliced.

This is for those who have avoided the first trap.

The source of both is at the bottom of the ladder.

One by one, there are steel nails that are as long as a finger.

The steel nails were densely packed, and there was a clear passage in the middle, and there was no doubt that this was the place where the temporary employer had just walked.

Half leaning on the ladder and grasping the ladder with his right hand, Jason used the dead branch in his left hand to expand the 'path' on the ground a little, and then, after poking the ground with the dead branch to make sure that there would be no more traps, he stepped down.

Exploring the way with dead branches, Jason followed the 'path' for seven or eight steps, and after getting out of the range of the steel nails, he turned into another corridor, and a heavy curtain blocked in front of him.

The curtain hangs from the top of the head and falls to the ground, covering the eyes tightly without a single gap.

If it were me, I would have placed a shotgun behind the curtain, and the trigger was attached to the fishing line and connected to both sides of the curtain, and the trigger of the shotgun would be pulled on either side of the curtain......

With this thought, Jason subconsciously took two steps back, retreated to the corner, and in a position almost against the wall, prostrate on the ground, poked out the dead branch in his hand, and carefully reached under the curtain, and then, after retracting his head, his fingertips gently pushed the corner of the curtain open.

Light!

Bright light shone through the corner of the curtain, like a knife cutting the darkness in two, and it shone in front of Jason's eyes, and he took a deep breath before poking his head out.

The solid dirt floor was no different from the ground beneath him, and the table legs could only be seen halfway because of the angle.

Thankfully, there were no shotguns or other traps within his sight.

However, Jason still carefully checked the entire curtain with a dead branch, and then got up and walked over to open the entire heavy curtain.

The more dazzling light made Jason can't help but narrow his eyes.

In front of me was a room of about fifty square meters, filled with tables.

On each table were more than twenty lit monitors, which were showing the entire Terre Street.

"No wonder he was so right!"

Jason thought to himself, his eyes following the power cord of the monitor to the socket embedded in the wall next to it.

Electricity, or other than limited water, would not exist in District 26!

In fact, after entering Area 20, the electricity becomes available for a limited time.

And the 26 districts that are not energized suddenly have electricity, coupled with this supporting monitoring facilities......

It seems that this temporary employer is far more important in the hearts of the big people than I thought!

Similarly, the plans of the big people are bigger than imagined.

After all, in the 26th district, where there is no electricity, it will not be a simple matter to arrange such a big stroke, even if it is a big man.

This is mixed news for Jason.

The good thing is: he doesn't have to worry about the unlucky guy who just died being the target of the 'big guys'.

He had plenty of time to stay here.

The bad thing is that he will face an even worse situation, not only the revenge after being discovered by the 'big man', but also the enemies that the 'big man' will face will also become his.

The other party is certainly not a simple guy.

Otherwise, the 'big guys' wouldn't have gone through such a lot of trouble.

Glancing at the monitor in front of him again, Jason seemed to see countless enemies, baring their teeth and claws to pounce, trying to devour his flesh.

Whew, whew.

Unable to help it, Jason took several deep breaths.

He forced himself to calm down.

Panic is of no use to him now.

It will only make the situation worse.

Then, his gaze began to scan his surroundings.

He needs to find more useful, valuable items to help him get through this.

And that's another important purpose for him to get here.

Soon, Jason made a discovery.

In the corner of the room, two rectangular wooden boxes were placed side by side, and on the left side of the wooden box was the package he had just 'mailed'.

Walking over quickly, Jason didn't open the box immediately, but first checked the two wooden crates and the 'package' just now, and after confirming that there were no traps such as 'Trick Thunder', he opened both the crate and the 'package'.

The wooden crate on the left contains a UZ submachine gun, two reloaded 50-round magazines, and three K2 defensive grenades.

On the right, a wooden crate is neatly stacked with cans, bottled water, and a miniature medical kit containing alcohol, gauze, bandages, needlework, anti-inflammatories, and more.

The 'bag' is much simpler, just a black-brown notebook.

Extremely insecure, Jason immediately picked up the UZ submachine gun, confirmed that the magazine that came with the gun was full, and put two magazines and three K2 grenades into the trouser pocket and jacket respectively, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Coupled with the previous two MF92 pistols, Jason's body can be said to be 'full', especially in the waist, which hurts even more, but the sense of security is unprecedented.

After doing all this again, Jason picked up the alcohol gauze and bandaged himself.

The wound was much smaller than Jason had imagined, and the bullet did not remain in the body.

There is no need to take bullets or stitch up.

This allowed Jason to deal with the wound several times faster.

In order not to waste alcohol, Jason did not rinse the wound directly with alcohol, but first soaked it in some gauze, then used the gauze to clean the wound and then bandaged it.

After cleaning the wound, the blood-stained gauze was thrown by Jason on a wooden box, right next to the notebook.

Naturally, Jason picked up the notebook.

The black-brown notebook looks like an ordinary notebook with an age, except that the black-brown cover should be cowhide, there is nothing worth caring about.

But as a 'package' entrusted by the 'big guy', Jason won't have any carelessness.

And the next moment, Jason was right.