Alien paradise

Besta looked inside Iron Hammer Pill in a daze.

I saw that the car was in a mess, and several people fell on the floor in a mess, their bodies no longer intact. A pile of intestines and minced meat hung around the seat and armrests, emitting an unpleasant stench of burnt meat.

Only then did he realize that the stream of light he had just seen was actually burnt metal fragments. These fragments not only penetrated the bottom of the car, but also affected people following on both sides of the car.

What kind of weapon is this?

Even the rapid-fire cannon on the ship can't destroy a suppression armor in such a short time, right? What's even more frightening is that there doesn't appear to be any major damage to the Iron Hammer Pill's appearance. The enemy is completely targeting the flesh and blood body inside the machine!

"Hey, boss..."

"Boss!"

The weak cry grew louder and louder until it crashed into his mind——

"Boss!!"

The shouting covered up the ringing in his ears and caused the noisy surrounding sounds to return to his ears again. The silent world was broken, replaced by mercenaries' calls for help and intensive gunfire.

"Boss, what should we do next!" a subordinate yelled at him.

Those mercenaries who had rushed out were completely suppressed by bullets and lay on the ground without daring to move. But even so, the dull gunshots would still take them away accurately.

To go any further would be to die.

He waved his hand back without hesitation, "Let's go back!"

Fortunately, his team rushed slower and was closest to the gate at this time. Unfortunately, even if it was only about ten meters away, he still had to crawl back close to the ground. As long as he stood up for a second, bullets would immediately fall around him.

Black Steel can't win.

An idea came to Besta's mind that this was simply not an enemy that the mercenary company could deal with. God knows which ruthless character they provoked, and now the other party is coming to their door.

Escape back to the camp, then pull down the barbed wire fence, escape from the southeast back to Glory Castle, and then say goodbye to this job completely - this is the conclusion he came to in just a few seconds.

When passing by the boss's carriage, Besta couldn't help but move towards the wreckage of the carriage. It wasn't that he was concerned about his boss's safety, he just instinctively felt that there might be something valuable in the carriage. If something fell on the ground, it wouldn't be considered theft if he picked it up.

Besides, Abvich has not shown up for so long. He is either dead or ran away.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become a little bolder.

However, at this moment, his crouching gaze caught sight of an eye, which was long in the dark shadow and seemed to be staring at him.

At first he thought it was a black cat hiding under the car, but he soon realized that there was such a fierce fight at the door, how could any animal dare to stay there?

At the same time as the idea emerged, the eye had already stretched out from the bottom of the car - with the flickering light of the flame, Besta finally saw the whole thing clearly: it seemed to be a shadow, but it was not close to the ground. At first glance, It looks like a black cloth belt. The eye wasn't attached to the strip, but a complete eyeball that happened to be glued to it, and now it has slipped off.

"Fuck you..."

Huge fear instantly broke through his psychology, causing him to blurt out dirty words uncontrollably.

Before Besta could turn around, the black strip of cloth quickly cut him into two!

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Chaoyang groped in front of the bookcase for a long time, and finally found a book deeply embedded in the second-floor cabinet. It didn't look like it could be taken out.

"found it."

He held the spine of the book and pushed it forward. As the movable mechanism disguised as a book was pushed into the cabinet, the entire bookshelf made a soft clang sound, and then slid open to both sides like a double door, revealing the secret room at the back.

Chaoyang whistled softly.

It seems that those decryption games and movies in the past were not made up. Some people really used bookcases as trap doors in secret rooms!

Of course, he wasn't just searching blindly. Under the transparent ring, he noticed that the outline of the bookcase had a few extra lines. This proved that the cabinet was not a completely integrated thing, but at least two wooden boards were used for each layer. Made of splicing. If it's an ordinary household, that's fine. After all, such a long solid wood board is expensive. But according to the urine of rich people, if you can use the whole board, you will definitely not use the cut one, otherwise it will not be able to make a difference with the artificial board.

This secret room is much smaller than the study room, estimated to be only eleven or twelve square meters. The furnishings are also quite simple. There is basically nothing else except a chair, a long birch table, and a rope hanging from the roof.

Chaoyang curiously walked to the center of the secret room, looked up, and immediately understood the meaning of the rope.

There was actually a deep square hole on the roof. It was completely unclear where the other end of the hole led. Only the faint candlelight reflected from the edge of the hole wall could be vaguely seen, which showed that its surface was very smooth. This is undoubtedly the escape route that Abvich left for himself. Once he climbs into the secret passage along the rope and then puts the rope into the hole, even if the latecomer can discover the secret passage for the first time, it is absolutely useless to follow him and climb in. Easy thing.

Xue Quan's judgment was correct.

There is indeed a plan in the Black Steel Building. If they rush in rashly, they will probably only alert the enemy.

Chaoyang walked to the table and dug out the drawer below. Inside were piles of letters, some of which seemed to have been there for a long time, and even the envelopes had faded.

He didn't have time to look carefully here, so he decided to soak it all with his will power. Anyway, as long as it's something he touched and recorded, he can reproduce it as many times as he wants.

Then he opened another drawer.

It was filled with gems the size of quail eggs, the red ones were crystal clear and the green ones were breathtaking. Even a layman can tell at a glance that these gemstones are absolutely of high quality and valuable.

There is no need to reproduce it.

Chaoyang took out a bag and planned to take it all as ordered.

In fact, one thing that Jedi Brothers Newspaper said rightly is that the cash flow of Destiny Gate has been basically exhausted and it must rely on bank loans to maintain operation. But then again, why don’t you use the money you borrowed based on your ability? Rapid expansion of territory with borrowed funds is nothing more than a common business strategy for modern people.

Of course, it would be even better to be able to pay off debts with other people’s money.

After putting away these gems, Chaoyang glanced at the red cloth in front of the table - it was about one meter long and half a meter wide. It hung on the wall like a decorative painting, but it had no content.

Letters represent secrets, and gems represent money. Both are very important when you need to run away, but what does hanging a piece of cloth mean? Are there other passages hidden behind the cloth?

Chaoyang stretched out his hand to open it, but unexpectedly, the moment he touched it, the red cloth slipped off the wall.

Sure enough, there is another mystery on the wall.

But it was not what Chaoyang wanted to see.

Behind the cloth is a dark cabinet recessed into the wall. The cabinet is divided into two levels. On the upper level is a bunch of dried wild roses, and on the lower level is a gold basin. The basin contains a complete brain! Compared with withered flowers, the brain is so fresh, the surface is watery, and the back grooves are clearly visible, as if it had just been served.

Damn me.

Chaoyang couldn't help but feel his stomach churn, which reminded him of the brain food he ordered in a hot pot restaurant. But the problem is, that thing is a pig brain, and this is clearly a human brain!

There is a dark book leaning against the golden basin. It is unusually dark. The candlelight in the room is still bright, but there is no luster on its surface, as if all the light has been sucked into the cover.