Dai Bingcheng paused at the end of the iron staircase, poked his head out to take a look, and then quickly retracted. There was still no one on this floor, and it was a corridor that stretched east-west, but there was a small hall directly opposite the staircase, and next to the hall were rows of blue plastic chairs, which looked like they were old.

Dai Bingcheng found the most obvious style of this place - everything seemed quite homely. Nothing can be used to save money, and steel is never used if wood or plastic can be substituted – except for the stairs under his feet. It looks like the architecture of the Empire during World War II more than 100 years ago. At that time, domestic resources were extremely scarce, and no matter what was built, it seemed petty, and I couldn't wait to stuff a family of five into a bathroom for the rest of my life.

But after looking at it, a surprised expression gradually appeared on his face. Then he couldn't help but walk quickly out of behind the wall and walk straight to a door in the middle of the west hallway.

He was all too familiar with it......

Because just ten years ago, in the month or two, he was often surrounded by a crowd of people, and was pushed into the room behind the door to prepare for hibernation - this was still the base of the Yanjing suburbs, but it was later expanded!

But...... Ten years ago, it was one of the secret scientific research bases heavily guarded by the Empire, why did it become like this now?

Let a bunch of civilians walk around here??

Dai Bingcheng forced himself to resist the desire to push the door open and see what it looked like inside now—he knew that the room was so tightly guarded that not even a single mosquito could fly in. He was afraid that once he pushed the door, the alarm would be immediately triggered.

He slowly stepped back. Walk down the hallway to the western end. As he walked, he counted his pulse.

Ten minutes have passed now, and in another fifty minutes, the civilians here will be there again—out of nowhere.

Fortunately, there is plenty of time.

He knew that in the past, to enter this underground base, he had to pass through strict inspections, and he had to go through more than three access controls. He didn't know what the situation was like here, but he didn't think anyone would just walk up to the elevator and press the button and the door would open.

He knew where the elevator was, and he wouldn't change the location even if he wanted to, because he felt that the designer of the place was definitely a person who would do anything to save money.

If memory serves, there should be a storage room at the end of the hallway on this level, which contains a large amount of medicine. The drug storage room has high environmental requirements. A lot of complex control equipment needs to be installed. I think it comes in the style of the original designer. It won't move there, and it will be used to this day.

When he saw the door to the medicine pantry, he passed another room. After only a slight glance, he quickly retracted. Leaned against the wall.

The door to this room turned out to be a glass door. At that glance, he could see the scene inside. At the same time, I felt a little chill on my body-

If I'm not mistaken, all the people in this institution are in this room now.

The room was huge, even four or five times larger than the hall in the middle of this level. About one hundred and twenty to one hundred and forty staff members were standing in the room—silent, motionless.

At first, Dai Bingcheng thought that there must be someone in front of them—the dean or something—who was speaking to them. However, he listened with bated breath for a full two minutes. But they didn't hear anything.

He suspected that the glass door was soundproof, so he ventured to look inside again.

This time he saw clearly - there was nothing in front of those people. Everyone just stood silently, bowing slightly, hanging their heads, and their arms at their sides, as if to pay homage to an unseen and untouchable being.

He was a little bolder, and leaned forward again, trying to spot something unusual. But the problem was nothing - the room was empty. The floor is brown, the walls are white, and the ceiling is white. Except for the faint white glow from the two chandeliers on the ceiling, there were only people.

The men stood like trees, and Dai Bingcheng at first thought they were hypnotized. Until he saw the female nurse named Kang Zixi. She also maintained the same position, on the outside of the crowd. But a drop of sweat ran from behind her ear to her neck, and it seemed to tickle her. So she shook her neck slightly, almost imperceptibly—she was conscious.

These people do not appear to be hypnotized, nor forced, but are driven by their own consciousness to gather here and maintain the same posture.

This is...... Some kind of religious ritual? Dai Bingcheng frowned, but he didn't think of any kind of religious ceremony that required such a gathering. Not to mention the fact that the entire organization is devoted to this religion? It's unbelievable.

This place...... Is it evil? Dai Bingcheng felt a faint chill in his heart.

This strengthened his determination to get out of this place as soon as possible. So he gathered his strength and slid past the two glass doors with a silent tumbling.

No one spoke, and no one noticed him.

It seems that his inference was correct - in those previous hours, there was always an hour when he was completely free and unnoticed by anyone. And the fact that these people are so comfortable leaving him in an unlocked room means that the elevator to the ground level here requires some kind of procedure to be certified. Or a scribble, or a pupil test, or a DNA test—10 years ago, all three were needed.

Dai Bingcheng walked quickly towards the medicine storage room, but there was a little more happiness in his heart for no reason - how many years had he not experienced such a thing? Navigate alone through an unknowable hidden danger in an attempt to find a way out. It was an exhilarating feeling, and he felt like he was twenty years old again.

The door to the medicine pantry was closed, the same as he remembered it from before, but it looked a little old. In the past, to open this door, you also needed to draw a card, Dai Bingcheng did not have a card, but there was another way.

He had previously removed the little built-in power supply from the razor. Now he pulled two thin copper wires from one end of the power box and poked them into the small gap on the left side of the card slot. After finding the right position, he pressed the power switch, and pressed the pound key, two "1s", and one asterisk button three times with his left hand next to the card slot.

The electronic door lock makes a slight "drop" sound, and then the door opens.

Dai Bingcheng flashed into the door, and his heart quickened. Those people only remember that they are the "Bronze King", "General", and "Pavilion Elder" - once these three identities are lost, as an ordinary person who is actually sixty-six years old, of course he can't do anything.

However, the man ignored the fact that he had been a trained warrior - in fact, he had almost forgotten about it.

At this time, he was a little unsure that the emperor had brought him to his current situation. The emperor is smart - no one in politics is stupid. Even if there is an occasional idiot or two, the people around him will not all be stupid. They shouldn't make such a mistake......

The man who put himself under house arrest here clearly didn't know much about his past, or didn't pay much attention to himself - he was just getting himself in trouble.

The question is, who is so stupid and yet bold as to do such a thing to him?

But he immediately warned himself not to be distracted at this moment - Ji Lu was planning a crucial step.

There was no one in the medicine pantry, some were medicines. A variety of drugs can meet Dai Bingcheng's needs. He first gave himself two doses of nutrition injections - if he did this ten years ago, his heart would have exploded, and he would have passed out. However, at this moment, he only felt that his body was full of explosive force, and every muscle fiber was trembling.

He then emptied two more steel stimulant syringes, which could withstand 5mm rounds of close-range fire, one of the standard equipment he had chosen for his expatriate executives. Once you don't have a weapon in your hand, the thick needle of this thing can pierce a thin iron plate, let alone use it to stab people.

He stowed the two weapons to his waist and began to dispense medicines—not cures, but deadly explosives.

He had also made explosives out of the food he had saved from his mouth, but at best it had made a firecracker-like sound and emitted a lot of smoke - because he didn't expect to find such a blessed place.

Based on the stock of medicines in this storage room, if he was given another three hours with the right tools, he could make something that could completely destroy the upper, middle, and lower floors in one fell swoop.

Although the conditions are limited now, Dai Bingcheng feels that he can still make some "good things". He felt that he was in better shape than ever, and even the despair in his heart due to the loss of his ability slowly calmed down. After so many years, he can see better than many people - whether the ability is strong or not is not the absolute criterion of a person's success. In fact, among those elders ten years ago, only they were capable - many times wisdom is better than ability.

Except, of course, Li Zhen's perversion.

The temperature-controlled device in the medicine pantry has a time indication on it. For the first time since he woke up, Dai Bingcheng knew the exact time - 18:22 on May 21, 2030.

What Kang Zixi said is true. He really hibernated for ten years.

He used up thirty-six minutes to put on explosives. Coupled with the previous ten minutes, there were only about ten minutes left for him. But Mr. Dai felt he had done enough to prepare – in the current situation.

Ten minutes later, in the silence, he finally heard the voices again—the people in the room seemed to be shouting a slogan together, and their voices were buzzing, but he couldn't really hear them, and he could only vaguely distinguish the word "glory" at the beginning.

He thought about it for a moment, and felt that if those people were really fanatics of a certain sect, then that sect should not be the native religion of the empire. Because the Imperials don't like to use the word "glory" very much, but Westerners use it more. (To be continued......)