Steel steam and flame

Descending from the rope ladder, the darkness below is like the air that is always filled around the body, as if it can penetrate into one's body with the breath. Gustin did not turn on the strong light in his hand. After opening his cross pupils, he could not see anything clearly in the darkness.

He was a little surprised at how closed it was, as if it was another endless dark world. 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. It did not become a flickering beacon in the darkness. Instead, the tiny light was swallowed up by the life-like darkness before it left Gustin's surroundings for a few steps. He is now standing halfway up a stone pillar that connects the ground and the sky in this world.

The sky is naturally the old tree above the head and the underground water network like Ya, and the ground is of course the real ground called the mine tunnel. This is a semi-natural and semi-artificial huge underground cavity. The traces of mining and completely rusted tools can be seen to some extent.

By plundering the weapons workshop, they could accidentally discover the secret entrance hidden there. The urban legend collection in Krichens' hand had no intention of letting them come down to take risks. But when they dug out another document with the name "Nolida" in the workshop, what should have been 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, 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.

The rope ladder was terrifyingly long. He estimated it to be several hundred meters long. If he hadn't been clinging to the same huge stone pillar as the one next to him the whole time, Gustin really didn't know how those ordinary people could ensure that they would not come down from the rope ladder that looked like falling leaves.

There is an open space below the rope ladder, where there are two temporary wooden houses built roughly, half embedded in the sunken rocks, and no one is guarding them. There was an old gas lamp inside, something he had only seen in a museum in Manoma. The traces of human activities left were about four days ago, and the owner of the workshop did 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 followed him. Finally, there was the constant sound of gunshots at the entrance, which lasted for a long time and did not stop.

It took a long time until the gunshots stopped, and then he sneaked over. The open space under the rope ladder was already as bright as day, becoming a habitat of one of the few lights in this dark world. Two head-sized high-pressure mercury lamps were raised high on the edge of the open space, covered with trumpet-shaped bulletproof steel sheets. Under the lamps, five or six people were loading broken rocks in sacks and began to build a bulletproof wall in a hurry. More people were In the process of expanding the two simple wooden houses, and 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 shoot 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 beaten body of the challenger was lying there silently, just like the silent darkness here.

Then Gustin quietly left.

The place would soon turn into a firepower fortress, and the two pistols and hundreds of rounds of ordinary bullets he carried were no threat to them. There might still be a chance for a raid now, but that would be meaningless.

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 Kritchens and the others will definitely come here again to take him out.

Calculating the time based on the healing speed of Klitchens's wounds, the fastest is three days. If the time for preparation and testing is added, the most accurate time is exactly four days. Gustin counted the time, and then began to allocate his daily food supply. He can't wait here forever. There can't be only one entrance. In these few days, he wants to go to other places to see, at least to find out the most basic situation of this area.

After resting, Gustin opened his cross pupils, and his figure was suddenly swallowed up by darkness.

Gustin didn't know that their unconscious and random action was like a leaf falling inadvertently on a calm lake in autumn. Although it is only a thin layer of ripples, it cannot be denied that these ripples will definitely 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.

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The iron warehouse has become lively in recent days. The number of mercenaries recruited inside has reached 100, and the open space is filled to capacity. On days when their employers did not allow them to carry guns to work, they would huddle in their tents, drink and sleep. No one knew how soon this life would 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 maps of underground waterways that his men had collected in the past few days, as well as a thick stack of real-life scenes of the city captured with cameras. They originally wanted to rent a propeller plane for aerial photography in Gerun City. The photos taken by the aerial photography machinery on it were far wider and clearer than the ones he had. But not only is the price too expensive, the appetite of officials here is also much greater than that of the surrounding areas.

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 in a hurry towards the cargo box 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 still part of 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 photographed inside was the weapons production workshop that transformed into Firepower Fortress in less than half a day. That was originally the entry point that they had already explored, but they didn't know who had taken advantage of it.