Ye Fanxia said: "These equipment are expensive, so they are not popular among the public. When they did follow-up investigations, they could easily determine the source of the weapons based on the bullet holes in the shells, and then they could even suspect me with their buttocks."
Yan Luyi said: "There are many dead people over there who still have useless guns. I'll go get some."
As she said this, she wanted to return to the hall. Ye Fanxia stopped her and ducked into a room with the door wide open. After a while, he came out with a few guns, each fired one, and said to Guo Jiu: "Song Min's
In the office, as you know, he is considered a junior high-level executive, but he still died in his chair."
Guo Jiu swung the flashlight towards this room. Yan Luyi saw a person leaning up on the chair, his arms hanging weakly from both sides of the armrests. When he was illuminated by the flashlight, a cold light was reflected.
His arms are made of metal.
Yan Luyi couldn't help but stare at this person for a while. Guo Jiu and Ye Fanxia were already walking forward, and Yan Luyi quickly followed them.
Ye Fanxia's introduction to the Weiheng Society was "possessing technology that spans the ages." Now that he actually arrived at a stronghold of the Weiheng Society, he found that there was a big gap between the actual situation and the original imagination. Ignoring those solid alloy walls, here
It's like an extremely ordinary office space, but it must be the kind of office space of a poor and shabby small company. There are small cubicles on the workbench, computer files, and many offices are even dirty and messy, and very disorderly.
Guo Jiu's expression was a little uncomfortable. Yan Luyi guessed that he might be struggling to resist the urge to go and clean up, but he saw Guo Jiu suddenly walking quickly towards an office.
A separate office with a high-end leather chair behind the desk.
There is also a corpse on this chair, but the death is much more tragic.
Where the eyes should have been, there were now only two dark holes, and a few traces of dried blood on the face.
Guo Jiudao: "Is this person a mind-controlling person who has been transplanted with Kirken's eyeballs?"
Ye Fanxia said: "Yes, he is also a small cadre. I had to bow to him when I was still inside."
Yan Luyi couldn't help but start to worry: "Why do you want to take away his eyes? If you put it this way, will someone also be eyeing Mo Li?"
Ye Fanxia said: "It's hard to say."
The three of them left the room and continued walking deeper and deeper along the dark and narrow corridor. They also went down the stairs twice. They really didn't know how far down the Weiheng Society's stronghold went.
The eerie pressure made it difficult for Yan Luyi to breathe, so he simply took off his mask.
The doors of every room he passed by were open, and from time to time there would be bodies lying on their backs on chairs or leaning on tables. It was obvious that intruders had searched every room to ensure that no one was left alive.
A huge no-entry sign appeared on the floor. The direction the sign pointed to was a heavy alloy door, which also opened wide to both sides.
Ye Fanxia and Guo Jiu looked at each other and said softly with a somewhat uncertain tone: "I have been staring at the place for a long time, but now it is really easy to get in. It makes people wonder whether the things inside are still there."
Yan Luyi asked: "What's in the restricted area?"
Ye Fanxia said: "Superpower compiler and related data."
The closer you get to the restricted area, the more you can smell the fishy smell of blood and the smell of corpses starting to decay.
The body of a middle-aged man lay sprawled on the road. His eyes had also become two holes. Blood gushed out and pooled under his head. The color had darkened due to oxidation. The three of them strode over.
Be careful to avoid stepping on blood.
When entering an archive room with many cabinets on display, the flashlight Guo Jiu was holding suddenly went out. Yan Luyi thought he had discovered something, so he turned off the light to avoid exposing the target, and quickly held his breath to avoid making a sound, not wanting to hear it.
Ye Fanxia suddenly said: "Sorry..."
His voice was strangely stiff. Then there was a thud and he fell back heavily.
The tactical box hanging on his back hit the ground with a loud clang.
The corridor was long, narrow and empty, so the echoes echoed far away. Yan Luyi secretly screamed that something was wrong, thinking that he might be exposed now, so he immediately pulled down the safety of his pistol.
The lights were out and she couldn't see anything, so she could only aim randomly based on her hearing.
There seemed to be a voice, but it seemed like it was just an auditory hallucination.
After all, the surrounding area was completely silent.
Guo Jiu reached out and pulled something out from the inside of his windbreaker. After a hoarse rubbing sound, he finally saw the light again.
In his hand was a long column as thick as a finger, with blue and white flames burning at the top, but the feeling was as cold as a will-o'-the-wisp.
By the light of the fire, Ye Fanxia could be seen lying on the floor, his eyes closed tightly, and he seemed to have fainted. Guo Jiu leaned over and took his left hand.
As his wrist was flipped, the screen of the communication terminal lit up. A series of scientific terms and foreign abbreviations were followed by changing numerical values. Yan Luyi couldn't understand it at all, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with him?"
There were no injuries on Ye Fanxia's body, and it didn't look like she had been attacked. Yan Luyi was very scared. She thought of the corpses with no scars and unknown causes of death.
Guo Jiu observed the values displayed on the terminal for a moment and said: "It's okay. The body modification he received made him very sensitive to changes in the electromagnetic environment. Because the electromagnetic interference here is more serious than outside, he temporarily entered hibernation.
state."
Yan Luyi couldn't understand what kind of strange transformation this was: "What?"
Guo Jiu didn't seem to be in the mood to answer her question. He took off his glasses, shook them hard twice, adjusted the fine knobs on both sides, and put them back on with a bitter look on his face: "My glasses are also broken.
.”
Yan Lu leaned back and felt his head getting bigger: "Is this electromagnetic interference so serious? It can even damage your glasses! Then can you still see clearly?"
Guo Jiudao: "It doesn't matter, it's just that the extra functions are gone." He fanned the air with his hand: "The circuit is burned, and it smells like paste. I have to complain to Fan Xia when I get back. By the way, please look after him. I
Let’s see if we can collect any important information.”
Yan Luyi agreed, helped Ye Fanxia up, and put one of his arms on his shoulders. Ye Fanxia was not fat, but he was very heavy. Yan Luyi could hardly stand up, complaining in his heart that he ate too much.
.
Guo Jiu walked into the archives room and opened the cabinet. The documents inside were scattered and looked like they had been turned over.
There are empty spaces on several shelves, and a thin layer of dust on them just makes up the shape of the paper. Apparently documents were once placed there, but they have now been taken away.