Going down from the rope ladder, the darkness below is like the air that is always filled around the body, and it seems that it can penetrate into his body with his breathing. Gustin did not turn on the strong light in his hand, and after opening his cross pupils, in this darkness
I can't see anything clearly inside.
He was a little surprised at how closed this place was, as if it was another endless dark world. When he was inside, he could feel the huge and empty feeling of emptiness from the air he inhaled from his lungs.
A dim miner's lamp lit up. Instead of becoming a flickering beacon in the darkness, the tiny light was swallowed up by the life-like darkness before it even took a few steps away from Gustin. He now stayed on a link connecting this
Halfway up the stone pillars of the world's ground and sky.
The sky is the old tree above the head and the network of underground waterways, and the ground is of course the real ground called the mine tunnel. This is a semi-natural and semi-artificial huge underground cavity, with traces of mining and complete
You can still see the tools that have been completely corroded.
By plundering the weapons workshop, they could accidentally find the secret entrance hidden there. The urban legend collection in Krichens' hands had no meaning for them to come down and take risks. But when there was another copy in the workshop with the name "Nolida"
When they dug out the documents, what was supposed to be a meaningless action became necessary to go in and take a look.
Is there any unknown connection with Nolida?
The four of them were all more or less injured, and Gustin was the least injured, so he filled his stomach with the food left in the workshop, made simple supplies in the workshop, and then separated from Krichens and the others, alone.
One person got off the rope ladder.
This rope ladder was terrifyingly long, and he estimated it to be several hundred meters long. If it wasn't for the entire journey attached to the same huge stone pillar as the one beside him, Gustin really didn't know how those ordinary people could ensure that they wouldn't
Descend from the rope ladder that looks like falling leaves.
There was an open space below the rope ladder, where there were two improvised wooden houses, half embedded in the sunken rock, unattended. There was an ancient gas lamp inside, which he had only seen in the museum in Manoma.
The traces of human activities left behind were about four days ago, and the owner of the workshop does not seem to come here frequently.
Not long after he continued to explore forward, his cross pupils discovered many lights that were dimly lit behind him, and more and more people were following him. Finally, there was the sound of gunshots ringing out from the entrance, which lasted for a long time without stopping.
Come down.
It took a long time until the sound of gunfire stopped, and then he sneaked over. The open space under the rope ladder was already as bright as day, becoming one of the few places of light in this dark world. There were high-rise lights on the edge of the open space.
Two head-sized high-pressure mercury lamps were covered with trumpet-shaped bulletproof steel sheets. Under the lamps, five or six people were loading broken rocks in sacks and began to build bulletproof walls in a hurry. More people were expanding the two simple rooms.
A wooden house, as well as using simple lifting devices to lower many things from the entrance.
Ammunition and firearms are the main supplies, as well as the energy needed for food and lights, all of which are slowly transported downwards one by one through ropes hundreds of meters long.
Heavy machine guns have also been set up on the left and right sides of the open space. The golden bullet chains are shining coldly. The gunman's finger has been pressed on the trigger. If there is a little movement, this little monster that can fire seven to eight hundred rounds of bullets every minute will
It can tear approaching enemies into pieces with its extremely wide coverage of firepower. At the edge of the light, the sieved corpse of the challenger is lying there silently, just like the silent darkness here.
Then Gustin left quietly.
That place will soon become a firepower fortress. With the two pistols and hundreds of rounds of ordinary bullets he carries, he will not be a threat to them. There may be a chance for a surprise attack now, but that is meaningless.<
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This is already the case below the rope ladder, and the firepower at the entrance will only be stronger than here. Capturing this place does not guarantee that you can still go up, but it will also involve yourself.
If they don't take action, it's like they have stung the most ferocious and violent wasp's nest. Now the wasps are red-eyed and venting their anger on others in the underground sewers.
Gustin can only observe the situation there from a distance now. He knows that Krichens and the others will definitely come here again to take him out.
The time is calculated based on the healing speed of Klitchens's wounds. The fastest is three days. If the time for preparation and testing is added, the approximate accurate time is exactly four days. Gustin calculated the time and then began to allocate himself.
The amount of food supplied every day. He can't wait here forever, there can't be only one entrance. In these few days, he has to go to other places to see, at least to find out the most basic situation of this area. After resting well, Gustin opened his cross pupils, and his figure was suddenly swallowed up by the darkness.
Gustin didn't know that their unconscious and random action this time was like a leaf falling inadvertently on a calm lake in autumn. Although it only caused a thin ripple, it could not be denied that the ripples were absolutely
It will spread to every inch of the lake, breaking the mirror-like silence.
So this was taken as a signal by many people, whether it was arms smugglers or students who were wiping their weapons and ready to move, their respective actions revolved around the workshop and gradually became active in the darkness and shadow of the city.
The iron warehouse has become lively in recent days. The number of mercenaries recruited inside has reached 100, and the open space is full. On days when their employers do not let them carry guns to work, they huddle in their own selves.
Drinking and sleeping in a tent, no one knows how long it will take for this kind of life to be ended by one or several bullets. The life of a mercenary is one day at a time.
Moore leaned against the goods shelf, holding in his hand a map of the underground waterways that his men had collected in the past few days, as well as a thick stack of real-life city scenes captured with cameras. They originally wanted to rent Green City
The aerial photography propeller planes inside, and the aerial photography machinery on them can take photos that are far wider and clearer than those in his hands. But not only is the price too expensive, the appetite of the officials here is also much larger than that of the surrounding areas.
Much.
Moore, who had been dealing with officials from all walks of life and was familiar with cars, also encountered his head for the first time. However, those machines were strictly controlled by the empire. The officials would rather leave them there to be corroded by red rust than reduce the cost. "A group of guys whose heads are also rusty." He sighed remembering the photos and maps in his hands.
At this time, a person who looked like a student walked out from the densely packed cargo shelves behind him. He looked at him and nodded, then continued to walk hurriedly towards the container house at the bottom.
Moore looked thoughtfully at the student's hurried back.
And Li was already waiting there. His snow-white face was painted with makeup today, and his eyebrows were outlined like the steward Cassia a few days ago.
"Mr. Hill, is this all still in your plan?" The student walked in with a cold face and took out several photos from his arms, some were blurry and some were clear. But there is no doubt that what was taken inside was exactly
In less than half a day, that area turned into the weapons production workshop of Firepower Fortress. It was originally the entry point that they had already explored, but they didn’t know who had taken advantage of it.