A few minutes later, the crowd gathered in nothing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Captain, nothing." John shook his head in disappointment, and the others shook their heads in the same way.

"No, look here." The captain stood in front of the light switch in the hallway and waved.

"Did you notice anything wrong?" The captain tapped the switch and asked the other mercenaries, who looked at him puzzled.

"The switch has a layer of dust on its surface, but it has four clean fingerprints around it." As he spoke, the captain pinched the four fingerprints and lifted the switch box upwards, revealing a reader-style groove inside.

The mercenary captain pulled out a card from his pocket, which was said to be all that needed to be read.

Drip...... Drip...... The sound of reading sounded.

With the sound of mechanical gears running, the corridor of the laboratory building sloped down into a steep slope, and a new metal door appeared at the end of the steep slope.

"It seems that the new owner here has only made a small improvement on the original mechanism." John muttered as he looked at the hairy walls lining the corridor leading to the underground.

"Since you chose such a remote place, you definitely don't want to attract attention, and you still hide a hair in a large-scale transformation, are you stupid? Hurry up and open the way to the front, and I'll double the commission for you. The captain stepped forward and gave John a slap on the back of the head.

When John heard the commission doubled, the swear words that were about to be exported were instantly held back, and he smirked twice and walked quickly to the front of the line with his rifle.

As everyone reached the end of the sunken hallway, the metal door automatically sliced open, revealing an elevator behind the door that looked very old.

The mercenary captain and his party stepped into the quaint elevator, which creaked slightly as they stood still, making one wonder if it would fall.

John pulled the only metal lever in the entire elevator, and the elevator slowly descended with a squeaky metal grinding sound.

After a few minutes, the elevator came to a slow halt and closed folding doors opened to both sides.

The entrance is a concrete corridor, and the water droplets seeping from the cold walls gather together and drip on the ground. The old, mottled walls were covered with tiny cracks, and old halogen headlamps flickered in the hallways.

"It's so shabby, the new owner who bought it didn't even plan to renovate it." John began to babble again.

The captain and the others rolled their eyes and ignored him, their eyes constantly scanning the corridor.

"There shouldn't be any danger here, let's spread out and look for it." The mercenary captain waved his hand at the hallway in front of him, which had several forks in the road.

Walking through a dimly lit hallway, John came to a room with a large warning sign at the door.

"Military secrets, no entry." John chuckled as he whispered the Russian on the warning sign, ignoring the warning sign and reaching for the doorknob to shake it.

After a long time of hard work, John kicked the rusty doorknob hard, and the closed door finally let out a deflating sound, and the handle moved lightly.

After opening the door, John came to a place that resembled a disinfection tunnel, but due to disrepair, it had lost its disinfection function.

Passing through the passageway, it suddenly became clear to him that there was nothing in a hall covered in white tiles but a few metal desks and chairs and some old computers.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, he thought that he could catch something good outside of the mission, too, the new owner must have explored this place, and there would definitely be no good things left.

Bored, he grabbed a monitor and smashed it against the wall.

With a click, a dilapidated tile on the wall recessed inward, followed by a wall that flipped outward.

"Looks like I'm really shit lucky!" John happily walked through the open secret door.

Behind the secret door is a huge laboratory, and there are dozens of small rooms around the laboratory, but only the laboratory still has the lights provided by the base.

In the center of the lab, there was something like a spider's web, and on top of the spider's web, there was a withered grass sprout.

John picked up an experimental diary from his desk and read it.

On December 25, 1991, we had lost contact with the outside world for two days, we did not know what was happening in the outside world, and the supplies that were supposed to arrive did not arrive.

The survival materials in the laboratory can only last for five days, are we abandoned by the great motherland?

My comrades and I decided to go out with the guards with food to find help, and although we knew that there were no people for hundreds of kilometers around the lab, we had to give it a try.

On December 26, 1991, we locked all the results of our experiments in the secret room, took the only food we had, and prepared to set off, wondering if there would be a chance to return to the laboratory for which we had put all our heart and soul......

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Back in 1991, on December 24, inside the Mosco Kremlin Palace.

The General Secretary of the Soviet sat quietly at his desk, without saying a word, smoking the cigarette in his hand.

"General Secretary, have you really decided?" The secretary on the side said softly.

"The pillars of this edifice have rotted clean, and no one can stop it from collapsing." The general secretary frowned and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Tomorrow, we really ......" the mist appeared in the secretary's eyes, and her greatest motherland in the world would cease to exist tomorrow.

"Call in some of the heads of the secret labs." The general secretary leaned back in his chair and said tiredly.

The secretary nodded, turned and walked out of the office.

A few dozen minutes later, several officers walked into the general secretary's office.

"How's your respective labs?" The general secretary asked as usual, as if he had no idea what important things were going to happen tomorrow.

"Report to the general secretary, everything is normal in the laboratory I am in charge of, and the new stealth fighter will be in service as soon as three years, and the United States will no longer be our opponent at that time." A person in charge said.

"General Secretary, the design of our new ICBM has been completed, and the construction of the first experimental missile will begin in three months." The other continued to report.

After the "......", several people reported in turn.

After listening to the general situation, the general secretary called out the person who did not speak and asked him to stay, and waved his hand to let the rest of them retreat.

When only the person in charge was left in the office, the person slowly spoke:

"General Secretary, the Dream Demon Project is nearing its end, we have already conducted experiments on death row prisoners, and this biological weapon transformed from parasitic fungi found in the ancient tundra will be unmatched......," the person in charge reported excitedly.

"Oh? So how about the defense of the base? The general secretary got up and walked around behind the person in charge and asked.

(I look like I'm going to explode thirty more!!) And I try to drag the number of words on the shelves, and wait until my father forcibly informs me that I will be on the shelves, and help my relatives save a little money, so everyone smashes the small tickets~)