My surname is Stark, who changed my job to become a female big gun?

Chapter 241 If you don’t help, you’re still here with a crow’s mouth?

Author: Mu Yucheng Fengxiao

Chapter 241 If you don’t help, you’re still here with a crow’s mouth?

At 3:41 a.m. local time, Benghazi——

The captain frowned and observed, and finally determined that Allen's statement was correct. There was a wall in this room that was a little too thick.

"Go upstairs and have a look!"

Following the captain's order, several people came upstairs and saw a dilapidated bed that immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Under the bed!"

The three of them worked together to move the broken bed away, and a rectangular plate that was obviously completely different from the other floors came into view.

"This should be the right place."

Sanderson volunteered to cross the broken bed first, leaned over and groped along the edge of the board for a while. After his fingers successfully found the groove that could be used to borrow force, he pulled upward suddenly, and the entire "floor" was squeaked.

Sanderson lifted up.

Without the covering above, the actual situation under the slab was finally fully exposed to everyone's eyes. The entrance to the so-called safe house was actually a vertical shaft-like passage!

No wonder the three of them felt that the wall somewhere on this floor was a lot thicker. In order to cover up others' eyes, the damn CIA set the entrance in the wall!

No wonder it looks like this place has been ransacked but no one has found it yet. Who would have thought that the entrance to the safe house would be under a broken bed?

"I'll go down first."

Sanderson volunteered and was about to turn over and go down the well, but before he could make any move, he was stopped by the captain.

"Wait a minute, don't rush!"

The captain looked around the room, then pulled a piece of wood from the broken bed, weighed it twice in his hand, and then threw it into the shaft.

This trick is called throwing stones to ask for directions. At least you can know how deep it is!

In the dark environment, the three of them held their breath. Fortunately, the sound of landing was heard back within a second after Mu Fang disappeared from sight. Obviously, the depth inside was not deep, and it was probably only on the first floor underground.

about.

Sanderson looked at the captain, and after receiving permission, handed the rifle to Allen beside him, then held the pistol tightly and prepared to climb down.

There is a metal ladder reserved in advance on one side of the shaft, so no one is worried about the issue of entering and exiting this so-called safe house.

"I'm starting to miss my tactical backpack."

Sanderson made a joke, which eased the tense atmosphere among the three of them.

This is indeed the case. Since the mission they received was only reconnaissance and search, they did not carry too much tactical equipment with them during the operation.

They did not expect that there would be subsequent attacks, so in addition to being installed on the main weapons, most of the tactical equipment was placed in combat backpacks.

According to their usual combat habits, for any night battle, they would prepare night vision goggles in advance and put them in their backpacks, and then use them with the invisible laser pointer on the weapon to catch the enemy off guard in the dark.

The rifle in the captain's hand is equipped with a tactical laser designator, but it does not have a tactical light integrated on it, so it cannot provide lighting for the team at all.

Sanderson and Allen's weapons were equipped with tactical lights, but now they don't know what they were blown up by the javelin.

There was no tactical equipment installed on the pistols of the three people at all. They were all bare guns. For a while, Sanderson really had to rely on himself to explore downstairs.

Fortunately, this shaft was not deep. Sanderson reached the bottom of the shaft in a short while, and then roughly estimated the depth, which was almost the depth of a conventional basement shaft.

Sanderson groped around on his body for a while, took out his lighter from his pocket and lit it. Now this thing was the only lighting device they had.

With the flickering light from the lighter, Sanderson was finally able to see clearly the environment below the shaft.

Unlike the expected humid and messy place, there were not many things placed inside this so-called safe house.

A table, a simple bed, and a set of cabinets are all the "furniture" of this safe house.

There is a set of radio equipment set up above the table. It looks old-fashioned, but it should not be a problem to use. There are a few car batteries under the table, which must be the source of power for this safe house.

However, Sanderson reached out and tried the switch several times, but failed to turn on the light in the safe house. It must have been that the battery had run out of electricity.

In addition, there were several cardboard boxes placed in the corner. Sanderson took a look and saw that there were a lot of compressed dry food and drinking water stored in them.

"How's it going? What's down there?"

The captain's voice came from the shaft. It seemed that he was a little anxious waiting at the top, so he urged.

"The radio equipment that the CIA mentioned is indeed there, but I'm afraid we have to solve the power problem ourselves."

Sanderson didn't find anything useful, so he had to put his hope in the last cabinet.

When he opened the cabinet door, he saw two Glock pistols and a number of 9mm pistol ammunition. However, judging from the dust on them, this cabinet had not been opened for at least some days.

Then there was a medical kit, and Sanderson could guess what it would contain. It was nothing more than some bandages, analgesics and other conventional stuff.

"This is?"

However, when Sanderson continued to move his gaze downwards and saw the last few items placed in the cabinet, the expression on his face finally showed joy.

The only remaining things I saw were a few long sticks that were packaged like candies and had the word "SnapLight" printed on them.

"Glowsticks!"

Sanderson looked happy and quickly took it all out, using the faint light emitted by the lighter to tear open the outer packaging of the fluorescent stick with his teeth.

Sure enough, there was indeed an orange-red disposable fluorescent stick inside. With this thing, the lighting problem was finally solved!

Putting away the lighter, Sanderson touched the darkness and pinched both ends of the fluorescent rod, and then broke it off with force. A crisp sound was heard from the fragile glass tube suspended in the liquid inside the fluorescent rod.

The chemical liquid in the glass tube merged with the liquid outside and immediately began to produce a chemical reaction. After a while of shaking, an orange-red fluorescence that covered a small area appeared in the basement.

"Head, good news, I found the lighting rod."

Sanderson followed the same example and once again took apart a fluorescent stick, broke it off, and then threw it directly below the shaft so that it could provide a field of vision for the two people above.

Seeing this scene, the captain signaled Allen to be alert, and he turned over and went down the ladder to the safe house.

"It's not enough to just have a lighting rod. Without power, we still can't contact our superiors."

The captain took the light stick handed over by Sanderson, went straight to the table, and carefully inspected the old-style radio device.

"This wire went through the wall. It seems to be connected to the broken TV signal antenna outside."

The captain checked repeatedly and finally determined that the battery below used to power the house was really out of power.

"I just looked and there is no generator here, not even a hand-operated generator."

Sanderson shook his head. There weren't many useful things in this shabby house. What kind of safe house was this?

The captain ignored Sanderson, but simply removed the clamp on the battery and replaced it with another car battery.

The expected power restoration did not occur, and the transformer indicator light next to the battery did not even light up.

"We can't be so unlucky, can we?"

"Stop the crow's mouth."

The captain glared at Sanderson, who was not helping but making sarcastic remarks. He reached out and replaced the electric clamp to the last car battery.

Crack!

A dazzling electric spark flashed, and the originally dark safe house suddenly regained its light!

(End of chapter)