"All stand up."

The platoon commander suddenly raised his head and shouted at all the team members in front of him.

I know he's going to die this time.

"Face the remains of your comrades."

"I swear that even if I am broken to pieces, even if I would rather die, I will complete the task and give the monkey an explanation."

"Kill."

"Shoot!"

Everyone gritted their teeth and swore from the chest, and the rifles in their hands began to fire in succession, shooting at the top of their heads.

The flame of the muzzle of the gun made the blood surge in my heart.

"Hummingbird."

"Send a report to your superiors, all members of the Spirit Slayer are determined to complete the mission until the last drop of blood is drained."

The platoon commander's words made my heart turbulent.

In my heart, there is a blood.

Crazy upsurge.

I skillfully deployed the signal and turned on the encrypted channel of the superior.

The tiny receiver in his ear came with a strange sound.

"Woooo

It was like a woman, leaning over my ear and crying.

The blood faded.

In my mind, I was full of loneliness and loneliness.

Accompanied by the voice, it was like an inexplicable sadness, echoing in my mind.

"I..., Roger."

I barely raised my hoarse voice and responded to the platoon commander in front of me.

Maybe it's because I've experienced too many weird things.

Leave my brain cluttered.

The sound of electric waves in my ears, mixed with the sobbing of women, echoed in my mind and kept in my ears.

"Shhhh

The noisy sound of radio waves subsided, and the voice of the strange woman was amplified a thousand times in an instant.

It's like putting my mouth into my ears and whispering.

I sat on the ground in fright, like crazy.

With his hand, he took off the listening device on his ear, for fear of hearing the terrible movement again.

Sitting on the cold ground, my mind became more and more confused.

Although the voice was real, he couldn't understand it at all, muttering something.

The only thing that is certain, though.

"We lost contact with our superiors, and the signal was truncated by an inexplicable frequency."

I kept my head down, the corners of my mouth silently chanting.

Everyone was speechless, as if they had already imagined in their hearts that this would be the result.

"Assemble."

With the platoon commander's command, the only twenty-two people left in front of him were arranged in battle formation.

We turned on all the lighting equipment we could use, for fear that we would lose our direction when we walked in the dark.

This space seems to be surprisingly large.

Walking in the dark, the air became more and more turbid, and gradually I was a little out of breath.

I pulled out my backpack and took out the gas mask, the goggles on it.

I don't know when, a corner was shattered.

Wearing it on the face is like having a small half of the line of sight blocked.

In the air, wafting debris residues.

Glance.

Like some kind of plant or animal detritus.

I squinted my eyes and followed the silhouette of my comrade beside me.

In this dark and unknown space, only the wolf's eye flashlight in the hands of teammates is the only way to identify the direction.

The whole team of 22 people lined up in a row, and they could barely see the boundary clearly.

It turned out that at the bottom of the abyss was a platform of thousands of square hectares.

In the dark.

The oncoming yin wind swayed the white robe behind him.

I realized that there must be another exit at the bottom.

It's so ventilated.

The cantilevers on both sides are covered with iron gates like the one above, and you can look up.

Only faintly, the silhouette can be seen in the darkness.

Dense.

The walls were covered with traces of artificial excavation, and it was suddenly hard for me to imagine.

Who would have the courage to build such a big project?

and financial resources.

Even for today's largest civil engineering project, hundreds of engineering experts are invited to work together to develop the quickest plan.

It will probably take nearly a decade to use the most advanced excavation equipment.

Ten years, which included underground rock formations, avoiding the hard crust and groundwater.

Thinking of this, my mind froze.

Looking at the iron doors in front of you.

I froze in place, and suddenly a mysterious power in my heart controlled my legs.

Don't let me go.

"Hummingbird, what are you doing?"

The comrade-in-arms next to me looked back at me, his face full of doubt.

"I think..., open a door."

"Let's see what's in there."

All of a sudden, I was taken aback by my own thoughts, which I admit was risky.

But it is also the closest and quickest way to see the "truth".

The comrades beside him were silent.

Perhaps, he also had such thoughts.

After a while.

All the members of the team gathered at the iron gate beside me, and Brother Leng's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"I'm against it, it's too risky."

I was silent because I knew I was powerless to refute.

But I really, really wanted to find the answer for the monkey's sacrifice.

Even if someone puts a gun to my head and tells me that as long as you sacrifice, you can know the whole truth of the matter.

I'm afraid that after pondering for a while, I will choose truth and death without hesitation.

Brother Leng's voice echoed in my ears, and I tried my best to find it.

Able to refute his words.

Suddenly, the platoon commander, who had been keeping his head down, whispered a few words in the ranks.

"The hummingbird is right."

"I've long wanted to see what the hell is in here."

The expression on Brother Leng's face was a little excited, and then turned into helplessness.

"Platoon commander, you...".

"I'm still against it, you know that now the whole team of 22 people, 22 brothers who were born and died, are all watching you."

"We should find a way to get out alive."

Brother Leng looked at us, didn't speak, and then continued to speak.

"Only by living can we have a chance to figure it all out."

"The lives of so many people in the whole team are in your hands, do you want to die more?"

"Maybe, the exit will follow."

I subconsciously opened my mouth to answer, and suddenly realized how stupid what I had just said.

It's even entirely possible to raise the bar.

"Hummingbird, you..."

"Okay, okay, you are the platoon commander, I obey the order."

Brother Leng gritted his teeth, his fists clenched, and made a creaking sound.

Finally, he angrily walked to the corner and took out a box of crumpled cigarettes from his backpack.

He twitched to himself.

In the army, except for new recruits, who are not allowed to smoke, the rest of the jurisdiction over veterans is actually very relaxed.

After all, no one can bear the addiction to smoking.

There are more than 20 ways in the whole team, and the wolf's eye flashlight illuminates the iron door in front of them.

I see it clearly.

The iron door is actually covered with fine lines.

It's like patina, layer after layer.

The ring-shaped doorknob is very similar to the "knocking hand" used in the vermilion gate in ancient times.

Commonly known as door knocker.

The chain, which is the thickness of an arm, binds the entire iron door into an "X." shape.

"Phew."

A sturdy comrade-in-arms took a sip on the ground.

The body was a little closer to me and the iron door, and the light reflected his face.

It feels a little strange to me, after all, I've only just joined the Spirit Slayer team, and it hasn't been long.

Before the squad, it was divided into "Group A and Group B", and many veterans with unique skills were under the jurisdiction of local troops.

Only when the "Soul Slayer" is needed will we quickly assemble it.

After completing the task, he quickly went into hiding.