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The street corner that separated from Lao Leng was already very close to that place, in fact, Lin Chuan had just turned the corner in front of him when he saw the dark green military truck parked at the back.

The tarp behind it was rudely torn open, and the instruments and equipment inside were thus exposed to sunlight and rain.

Another military vehicle in front of it was squeezed to the side of the road by something, and it flipped on its side to the ground, scattering its contents to the ground. In front of him was the military vehicle that Lin Chuan made at that time, and its door was still open, as if he had just untied the handcuffs and opened the door to escape, and he didn't have time to close the door. And further on, it is the car that Zhou Tao said.

At that time, the supply of gasoline had been cut off, so they were the only ones parked on the right side of the street, which was very conspicuous.

But Lin Chuan had no way to get over.

Less than ten meters from the convoy, two mutants were wandering.

After the sun begins to set, the shadows of the buildings are stretched for a long time, especially in such a busy section, where the shadows of high-rise buildings almost obscure the entire street.

Lin Chuan looked back at the sun behind him, it was still dazzling, but the heat it dispersed had begun to weaken, maybe in less than half an hour, the entire street, including the road when he came, would be shrouded in shadows.

What to do?

Lin Chuan thought anxiously.

If Lao Leng was here, he might be able to sneak to the back of the convoy and let Lao Leng kill the two monsters in an instant with his accurate marksmanship, and then he flew over to find the permission card and fled before the other monsters appeared.

But that's just an assumption, maybe the monsters of the whole street will be attracted by the gunfire and surround them.

It was only then that he realized that he had never envisioned such a situation, that the goal was close at hand, and that there was nothing you could do.

Lin Chuan was never afraid of death, and after his death, he imagined his death more than once. He felt that he would not live to grow old, that there were too many uncertain things in this world, and that perhaps in some completely unexpected place, there was a deadly threat.

For people living in the last days, every minute of life is lucky, and they can die at any time in the next second.

Lin Chuan was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his death would be meaningless. In his vision, he should die in a very heroic scene, because because of his death, many people will survive, and his name will be remembered along with these survivors.

In the way he envisioned death, there was never such a thing as a vain death.

He was about fifty meters away from the car, and it would only take him six or seven seconds to run past it if he was in the prime of his health, but the monster might only need two seconds to tear him apart.

Without this permission card, perhaps most of his companions would not have been able to escape the monster's attack tonight, which made him tell Sù that he must succeed.

What to do? What to do!

His eyes wandered the streets, looking for something to exploit.

Eventually, he saw the mouth of the sewer well not far from him. They follow the right side of the road, about every ten meters, so it is estimated that there is exactly one wellhead near the rear door of the car.

What attracted him even more was that the monsters and the well were not on the same side of the car.

There might be water down there, maybe he'd become one of the monsters, but maybe he wouldn't. Maybe it happened to be dry down there, or maybe he had some kind of antibody in his body that made him less susceptible to infection. At least on the night at Li Mingfeng's house, neither he nor Li Mingfeng were infected.

Maybe there's biogas down there, and it's going to make him unconscious, but maybe not.

But if he stays here, he will not only waste time, but will only end up putting himself in the trap of monsters.

This ultimately led to his decision.

He took out the dagger he had with him and gently pried open the manhole cover.

It's a black hole inside, and you can't see anything clearly.

Am I going to die in this hole? It's like a mouse.

He said to himself self-deprecatingly, he used his saber to cut off the tires of an electric car that had fallen on the side of the road, cut them into thin strips, stuffed them in his bag, and picked up more than a dozen pieces of dry waste paper scattered on the side of the road, and then climbed in.

He pulled the manhole cover and closed it, and he didn't want anything to climb in with him.

A faint light came through the manhole cover, and visibility was low, and he grabbed the climbing nail with one hand and pulled out the lighter with the other.

It took nearly a minute for the eyes to adjust to the light, and there was a reflection of the water under the soles of the feet, but the pipes were exposed above the water, and the water flowed but not much.

Well, I didn't get blown up by the methane, and the passage wasn't flooded, maybe I got lucky today.

He said to himself, hurrying to the mouth of the pipe.

At the bottom of the pipe was a thick sludge and about twenty centimeters of standing water, but fortunately it was not deep, and he separated his feet as far as possible so that he did not step into the muddy water, and pulled out what he had just prepared.

When he was a child, older children took him on expeditions to the caves, and at that time they didn't know how to make torches, so they used rubber tires instead.

It burned with a lot of smoke, a terrible smell, and a small fire, but it burned for a long time, and he remembered that cutting a bicycle tire into a thin strip was enough to support them in the cave for a long time.

He lit a few pieces of waste paper, then pulled out a rubber strip and placed it on the flame, and a moment later, the orange-yellow flame with sparks and sparks in his memory appeared in front of him.

He smiled and began to hunch forward.

The black smoke from the burning rubber made his eyes sore, and the sludge in the sewers emitted an unbearable stench, all of which tortured his nerves, and he had to force himself to concentrate on the matter.

He silently counted his steps, and after climbing about thirty steps, he saw another exit.

Just climb another hundred and twenty steps.

He pumped himself on, forcing himself to speed up and keep crawling. Not daring to step directly on the bottom of the tube, he had to exert more effort to keep his feet apart on the dry wall of the tube, which quickly made his knees and waist ache like pinpricks.

He decided to leave them alone, and after another forty steps, his right leg cramped.

The pain nearly threw him all down in the muddy water, and it took him almost all the strength he had to do to lie there in an extremely strange position.

There was a blackness in front of him, which made him feel extremely ashamed, and he had never been in such a situation in his life.

Damn, did you just throw in the towel?

He said to himself.

Is that the willpower you are so proud of?

No, I'm just a little tired and haven't eaten much, so just take a break and I'll be able to do this right away.

He fumbled and pulled out the remaining toffee, put it in his mouth, and then slowly adjusted his position, pressed his head and shoulders against the wall of the tube, and then broke the instep of his foot in the opposite direction with his hands, the sharp pain made tears welling up, but after a moment the pain finally disappeared.

You've done a good job, and that's all for the eighty steps.

He said to himself.

I don't have much time to waste.

******

The manhole cover moved imperceptibly, then slowly turned in a circle, was lifted from the base, and was gently placed aside, revealing half of the wellhead.

This is not an easy thing to do, the concrete manhole cover itself is heavy, and he consumes too much body underneath.

But he finally did it.

It felt like a whole day, but he had only been there for less than half an hour, the sun was still half-dead in the air, and the shadows on the street had only advanced a meter or two.

He carefully watched his surroundings, the monsters were still hovering on the other side of the car, and he braced himself up, silently crawling off the ground, and then reached out to pull the doorknob.

Good thing it's not locked.

The leather goods on the seat had a layer of mold, and he carefully climbed into the car and opened the toolbox that Zhou Tao said.

The card was placed on top, and his heart was beating violently.

Will it be damp, moldy, and lose its effect? The thought crept into his mind uncontrollably, and it took him a great deal of effort to drive them out.

The card is black, without any instructions and no magnetic stripe, just a bit thicker than the average card. He looked at the box again and made sure there were no other cards before withdrawing.

All that's left is to go back the way you came.

He surveyed his surroundings again, and there were more monsters wandering around the street in the distance, and five mutants on the other side of the car.

His gaze swept over the car in front of him, and something suddenly made him stunned.

It was a small incubator, silvery-white, about thirty centimeters high, in the trunk of the car in front, pressed down by a pile of miscellaneous things.

But Lin Chuan just saw it at a glance.

Liang Jin used this kind of box to hold the capsule at that time, and she always held it in her arms when she got on the helicopter.

Lin Chuan was almost certain that it was that thing in it.

"You deserve to be saved, and I can give you the same power as I do."

"When you're completely desperate, bite it and swallow it."

"Then you'll die in agony, or you'll become a monster you hate."

"There is only a 1 in 10,000 chance that you will have power. The odds may not even be 1 in 10,000, so whether you want to use it or not, you can measure it yourself. But I'm looking forward to seeing if you'll keep what you're thinking now with the power. ”

The words of the mysterious stranger reappeared in his mind, which he had recalled more than once when he was imprisoned in the underground base of the Ministry of State Security.

What happens if I eat it?

He imagined countless times that if he had the power of that person, he would do something shocking, but each time, this imagination ended with the fact that it was impossible to get it back.

It was now less than three meters away from him, within reach.

He froze there.

There seems to be a devil in his heart, who is constantly stirring him up and tempting him.