When we looked down from the vent, we remembered that the ship was a full six stories high.

The place where we are is located is located on the second floor of the water of Xiaoyufu, and the so-called monitoring center is located on the second floor of the underwater.

In this way, one mile and one outside, it is at least four stories high.

And at a height of more than ten meters, looking at the electric fan that was "buzzing" and rotating below, I suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy in it, which made people chill for no reason.

In this case, it is not realistic to go down directly, but if we don't go down, we have no choice.

After a headache, I took Lao Zhao's gun and said, "Brother Zhao, I'll go, if I die, you can go back too." ”

"Are you going?!" Zhao Haipeng looked at me suspiciously and said, "I'm afraid of ......"

"I'll go!" I said resolutely: "Don't you see? In Yin Nineteen's eyes, I am a dispensable person, you are the object of his greatest fear, if you die, we will all be finished, if you are still alive, then there may be a glimmer of hope." ”

"......" Zhao Haipeng nodded, after all, he didn't shirk anything, at this time, his not shirking, but my greatest comfort.

"Be careful. He patted me on the shoulder.

I nodded, picked up my gun, and went down.

In the process of going from the second floor to the second floor, I walked very hard, and my back and thighs had to be rubbed against the wall of the vent that was not large.

Because of this, my nerves were highly tense, and every step I took felt like a huge test and torment for myself.

Under such torment, my brain gradually became numb, as if I was thinking a lot, but also as if I was thinking about nothing, my mind was bored, I wanted to hurry up to the fan and break the thing, but I was afraid to walk over and face the round "blood basin mouth".

I didn't know how long I walked, and I didn't stop until I was a full meter away from the buzzing fan.

At this time, the suction power of the fan was huge, and I had to tighten the muscles of my whole body to be able to completely support it and prevent myself from being sucked by it.

I knew I had no choice.

Therefore, I did not hesitate to insert the gun into the inside of the fan as quickly as possible, and at the same time, the whole person firmly grasped the end of the gun, so as not to let this thing fall quickly.

The effect of my doing this was obvious, on the side of the fan, with a crackling and cracking sound, the whole gun gradually deformed, festered, and decomposed under the whipping of the fan blades like a piece of plasticine, and also watched the fan blades break one by one and fly off.

In the process, my body was under tremendous pressure, and every time the fan dropped a blade, my body slid down a point due to the suction and the huge tremor, and although my muscles were tense to the point of no more, there was still nothing I could do to stop myself from falling.

But I have to hold on, and I can only hold on in order to survive.

In this situation, I don't know how long it took, the suction on my body was finally almost gone, and at the same time, my numb arm completely lost the barrel.

It's really ...... I can't hold it.

When the fan stopped spinning completely, my whole body was close to collapse, but in the face of the fan blades like steel knives and claws, I knew that my persistence was meaningful.

At least...... I didn't turn into scrap metal like that rifle.

After the rotation of the fan stopped completely, I let out a sigh of relief, then raised my head, made a 0k gesture to Zhao Haipeng, who only looked the size of a matchbox, and then fell under the broken fan like a paralyzed person, gasping for breath.

I know, I'm exhausted, and whether I can fight over the Yin Nineteen in the next place can only depend on how powerful Lao Zhao's eating spell is.

The rest was only for a moment, and when Zhao Haipeng dragged his equally tired body and followed me to the bottom, I stood up again and continued this difficult progress.

After passing through this most difficult hurdle, the speed of our movement suddenly increased, and as Qi Xinjian said, there was no obstruction in the vent, and all of us could only move forward except for smooth progress.

After walking about a few dozen meters along the innermost vent, we walked into a corridor that led upwards, and on the other side of the corridor were many shutters used to separate the vents from the outside world, but we did not find the one that Qi Xinjian said was marked with a fire protection device.

At this time, there were many heart-rending shouts from the side of the blinds.

Staring at the blinds, I felt something as I climbed at the front, and then I held my breath and walked forward, putting my face against the blinds, and couldn't help but look out.

Soon, I noticed that there was an aisle on the other side of the blinds.

I've been to this aisle, it's the aisle of the Xiaoyuge monitoring room, and the aisle is full of people at this time, all of whom are participating in this party, men and women with red ribbons.

At this moment, no matter how beautiful or ugly these people are, most of them have been poured by the "Meng Po Soup" of Yin Nineteen, and a very few of them who are not in a coma are also being pushed down by those thugs with guns on their heads and desperately poured down.

On the other hand, Yin Nineteen's subordinates used a laptop-like device next to the unconscious half-dead people to continuously collect the fingerprints, pupils, and facial information of those people, the kind of machines and movements that have really only been seen in science fiction movies.

"......" What is this Yin Nineteen going to do?!

Although I only saw a very one-sided thing, this series of strange scenes made me can't help but guess.

With great puzzlement, I thought of Wang Ahuang and his body that was neither human nor ghost, and even remembered what Wang Ahuang and Yin Nineteen had said!

"Perfect Body ......"

If Yin Nineteen can use some technology to make a body like Wang Ah Huang and a puppeteer, then is it possible for him to make a real "person"? And if he makes a person, does he have to collect some information about living people? such as fingerprints, interpupillary distance, wrinkles, and so on......

And that's not all he does now?!

Just when I was about to deduce a terrible idea in my heart, Zhao Haipeng, who was behind me, suddenly pushed me.

Then Zhao Haipeng suddenly moved almost close to my body, he stretched out his hand, took out his mobile phone, and handed it to me.

On Zhao Haipeng's mobile phone, there is a line of words clearly written.

"Put away your curiosity! All doubts, find Yin Nineteen and talk about it!"