My empire of stars

A few minutes later, everyone gathered together with nothing to show for it.

"Captain, nothing." John shook his head in disappointment, and several others shook their heads as well.

"No, look here." The captain waved his hand in front of the light switch in the corridor.

"Did you find anything wrong?" The captain asked the other mercenaries after knocking on the switch, and the others looked at him in confusion.

"There is a layer of dust on the surface of this switch, but there are four clean fingerprints around it." The captain pinched the four fingerprints and lifted the switch box upward, revealing a card reader-style groove inside.

The mercenary captain took out a card given by his employer from his pocket. It is said that all places that need to read the card only need this card.

The sound of beep... beep... reading sounded.

Along with the sound of mechanical gears running, the corridor of the laboratory building tilted down into a steep slope, and at the end of the steep slope, a brand new metal door appeared.

"It seems that the new owner here has only made a small improvement on the basis of the original mechanism." John muttered as he looked at the hairy walls on both sides of the corridor leading to the underground.

"Since you chose such a remote place, you definitely don't want to attract attention. Why would you hide the renovation? Are you stupid? Go to the front and clear the way. I'll double your commission." The captain stepped forward and slapped John on the back of his head.

When John heard that his commission would double, he immediately held back the swear words he was about to say. He laughed foolishly and walked quickly to the front of the team with his rifle.

As everyone came to the end of the sinking corridor, the metal door automatically slid to the side, revealing an elevator that looked very old behind the door.

The mercenary captain and his group walked into the quaint elevator. As they stood still, the elevator made a slight squeak, which made people wonder if it would fall down.

John pulled the only metal lever in the entire elevator, and the elevator made a creaking metal friction sound and slowly descended.

After a few minutes, the elevator slowly stopped, and the tightly closed folding doors also opened to both sides.

What came into view was a concrete corridor, and the water droplets seeping from the cold walls gathered together and kept dripping on the ground. The old and mottled walls were covered with tiny cracks, and old halogen headlights flickered in the corridor.

"This is too shabby. The new owner who bought it didn't plan to renovate it at all." The chatterbox John began to talk again.

The captain and others rolled their eyes and ignored him, their eyes constantly scanning the corridor.

"There should be no danger here. Let's spread out and look for it." The mercenary captain waved to the corridor with several branches in front of him.

Walking through a dim corridor without lights, John came to a room with a huge warning sign at the door.

"Military secrets, no entry." John chuckled as he read the Russian on the warning sign in a low voice, ignoring the warning sign and reaching for the door handle.

After wasting a lot of effort to pry open the rusty door handle, John kicked it hard, and the closed door finally made a deflated sound, and the handle loosened gently.

After opening the door, John came to a place similar to a disinfection channel, but because of years of disrepair, it had lost its disinfection function.

After passing through the passage, his eyes suddenly opened up. There was nothing in the hall covered with white tiles except a few metal tables and chairs and some old computers.

He laughed at himself, thinking that he could get some good things outside the mission. Yes, the new owner must have explored here and would definitely not leave anything good.

He picked up a monitor and threw it at the wall out of boredom.

With a click, a worn tile on the wall sank inward, and then a wall flipped outward.

"It seems that I am really lucky!" John happily walked into the opened secret door.

Behind the secret door was a huge laboratory, and there were dozens of small rooms around the laboratory, but only the laboratory had lights supplied by the base.

In a row of culture tanks in the center of the laboratory, some things like spider webs were floating, and on the top of the spider web-like things there was a withered grass bud-like object.

John picked up an experimental diary from the table and read it.

On December 25, 1991, we had lost contact with the outside world for two days. We didn't know what happened in the outside world, and the supplies that were supposed to arrive had not arrived.

The survival supplies in the laboratory could only last for five days. Have we been abandoned by the great motherland?

My comrades and I decided to go out with the guards to find help with food. Although we knew that there was no one living within hundreds of kilometers around the laboratory, we had to give it a try.

On December 26, 1991, we locked all the experimental results in the secret room and prepared to set off with the only food. I don't know if there is a chance to return to this laboratory for which we have devoted all our efforts...

…………………………Dividing line…………………………

Time goes back to December 24, 1991, in the Moscow Kremlin.

Soviet *** sat quietly at his desk, saying nothing, smoking the cigarette in his hand.

"***, have you really decided?" The secretary beside him said softly.

"The pillars of this building have been rotten and no one can stop its collapse." *** frowned and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Tomorrow, we really..." Mist appeared in the secretary's eyes, her greatest motherland in the world will cease to exist tomorrow.

"Call the heads of several secret laboratories." *** said tiredly, leaning on the chair.

The secretary nodded and walked out of the office.

Dozens of minutes later, several officers walked into the ***'s office.

"How are your respective laboratories going?" *** asked as usual, as if he had no idea what major events were going to happen tomorrow.

"Report ***, everything is normal in the laboratory I am responsible for. The new stealth fighter will be put into service in as soon as three years. By then, the United States will no longer be our opponent." A person in charge said.

"***, the design of our new intercontinental missile has been completed, and the construction of the first experimental bomb will begin in three months." Another person continued to report.

"..." After that, several people reported in turn.

After listening to the general idea, *** pointed out the person who had not spoken and asked him to stay, and waved his hand to ask the others to leave.

When only the person in charge was left in the office, he slowly spoke:

"***, the Dream Demon Project is coming to an end. We have already conducted experiments on death row prisoners. This biochemical weapon transformed from parasitic fungi found in the ancient frozen soil will be unmatched..." The person in charge Excited to report.

"Oh? So how is the defense of the base?" *** stood up and walked around behind the person in charge and asked.

(With this update, it looks like I’m going to have 30 more updates!! And I’ll try my best to delay the number of words on the shelves. I won’t upload them until Dian Daddy forcibly informs me to put them on the shelves. I’ll help you save a little money, so everyone is happy with the small tickets. Come here~)