By the light of the flame, Jason could roughly see the layout of the room.
As shabby as the appearance, there is no extra furniture, and most of the floors are broken, especially in the corridor near the door. The remaining floor has been artificially dismantled, creating a pit that is two meters long and three meters deep.
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Obviously, anyone who pushes the door and walks directly in will fall down unprepared.
A straight ladder is buckled on the side near the door.
The 'temporary employer' just opened the door just a crack, not only to protect himself, but also because he was standing on a ladder to talk to me.
With this realization emerging in his heart, Jason checked the ladder more carefully.
Since the other party is so cautious, they probably won't simply lay a trap.
Soon, Jason made a discovery.
On the fourth rung of the ladder, the seemingly solid metal is actually spliced.
This is for those who avoided the first pitfall.
The source of both is at the bottom of the ladder.
There are steel nails that are erected one by one and are as long as one finger.
The steel nails were densely distributed, with an obvious passage in the middle. There was no doubt that this was where the temporary employer had just walked.
Half leaning on the ladder, grabbing the ladder with his right hand, Jason used the dead branch in his left hand to expand the 'passage' on the ground. Then, he poked the ground with the dead branch to confirm that there would be no more traps.
Then he stepped down.
Using dead branches to explore the path, Jason walked seven or eight steps forward along this 'passage'. After getting out of the range of the steel nails, he turned into another corridor, with a thick curtain blocking his face.
The curtain hangs from the top of the head to the ground, covering the eyes tightly without any gaps.
If it were me, I would definitely place a shotgun behind the curtain, and tie the fishing line to the trigger and connect it to both sides of the curtain. No matter which side of the curtain is pulled, the trigger of the shotgun will be pulled...
With this thought in mind, Jason subconsciously took two steps back, retreated to the corner, prostrated himself almost against the wall, stretched out the dead branch in his hand, and carefully stretched it under the curtain, and then
, after retracting his head, he gently used his fingertips to open a corner of the curtain.
Light!
Bright light shined from the corner of the curtain, like a knife cutting the darkness into two, shining in front of Jason's eyes. After taking a deep breath, he poked his head out.
The tamped dirt floor was no different from the ground beneath him. Only half of the table legs could be seen due to the angle.
Fortunately, there were no shotguns or other traps within his sight.
However, Jason still carefully checked the entire curtain with dead branches, then stood up and walked over, opening the entire thick curtain.
The more dazzling light made Jason couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
In front of him is a room of about fifty square meters, filled with tables one after another.
On these tables, there are more than twenty bright monitors, which are showing the entire Tell Street.
"No wonder his timing is so accurate!"
Jason thought to himself, then followed the monitor's power cord to the socket embedded in the wall.
Electricity, or other than limited water, relatively complete public facilities will not exist in District 26!
In fact, after entering Zone 20, electricity becomes a limited-time supply.
District 26, which had no electricity, suddenly had electricity, coupled with the supporting monitoring facilities...
It seems that this temporary employer's status in the big shot's heart is far more important than I imagined!
In the same way, the plans of big people are bigger than imagined.
After all, even that big shot would not be able to lay out such a grand plan in District 26 where there is no electricity.
This is mixed news for Jason.
The good thing is: he doesn't have to worry about the unlucky guy who just died being the target of the 'big shot'.
He has plenty of time to stay here.
The bad thing is: he will face a worse situation, not only the revenge after being discovered by the 'big shot', but also the enemy that the 'big shot' has to face has also become his.
The other party is definitely not a simple guy.
Otherwise, the 'big man' wouldn't go to such trouble.
Glancing at the monitor in front of him again, Jason seemed to see countless enemies, lunging at him with claws and teeth, trying to devour his flesh and blood.
Huh, huh.
Unable to bear it, Jason took several deep breaths.
He forced himself to calm down.
Panic is of no use to him now.
It will only make the situation worse.
Then, his eyes began to scan the surroundings.
He needs to find more useful and valuable items to help him tide over the difficulties.
And this is another important purpose for him to come here.
Soon, Jason made a discovery.
In the corner of the room, two rectangular wooden boxes were placed side by side, and on top of the wooden box on the left was the package he had just 'posted'.
Walking over quickly, Jason did not open the box immediately. Instead, he checked the two wooden boxes and the 'package' just now. After confirming that there were no traps such as 'booby traps', Jason then opened the two wooden boxes and the 'package'.
The 'packages' are all opened.
The wooden box on the left contains a uz submachine gun, two matching 50-round magazines filled with bullets, and three K2 defensive grenades.
In the wooden box on the right are neatly stacked cans, bottled water and a miniature medical bag containing alcohol, gauze, bandages, needles and thread, anti-inflammatory drugs and other items.
The 'bag' is much simpler, just a dark brown notebook.
Jason, who was extremely insecure, immediately picked up the uz submachine gun, confirmed that the magazine of the gun was full, and put two magazines and three K2 grenades into his trouser pocket and the inside of his jacket respectively, and then relaxed slightly.
Take a breath.
In addition to the two MF92 pistols from before, Jason's body can be said to be 'full', especially his waist, which is sore and painful, but the sense of security is unprecedented.
After doing all this, Jason picked up the alcohol gauze and bandaged himself.
The wound was much smaller than Jason imagined, and the bullet was not left in the body.
No need to remove bullets or suture.
This speeded up Jason's wound treatment several times.
In order not to waste alcohol, Jason did not rinse the wound directly with alcohol. Instead, he soaked some gauze in alcohol, then used the gauze to clean the wound, and then bandaged it.
After cleaning the wound, Jason threw the gauze stained with blood on the wooden crate, next to the notebook.
Naturally, Jason picked up the notebook.
From the outside, the black-brown notebook looks like an ordinary notebook that has aged well. Except for the fact that the black-brown cover is probably made of cowhide, there is nothing worth paying attention to.
But as a 'package' entrusted by a 'big shot', Jason would not be careless.
