The Death Knell

This is indeed the road leading to the lower level. After walking along the passage for some distance and solving some minor troubles, we quickly found the stairs and elevator leading to the lower level.

It is impossible to ride in the elevator. Not to mention the state of disrepair, it is not conducive to dealing with emergencies.

A group of people entered the second floor from the stairs. This staircase only leads here and does not go deeper. The distribution box here was still working. Su Ming turned on all the lights. Suddenly, the underground space seemed like daylight.

The sudden brightness took some time for the three ordinary people to adapt, but they soon discovered that the scale of this place was far beyond their imagination.

In front of them, there was a large experimental site shrouded in transparent glass. At a glance, there were at least hundreds of them, including operating tables, experimental tables and other things, which seemed to be in good condition.

"It's all anatomy tables, go through here." Some black bugs came down from behind a few people, and Su Ming blew them up one by one.

He then spoke to Cindy in the front and asked the team to start moving. Now that the line of sight was blocked, there was no way to the lower level, so he could only pass through these places first.

The group of people walked through the cracks in the glass room, as if they were visiting a museum. There were all kinds of old-fashioned surgical tools inside, and they knew what they were used for from the blood stains on them.

Not all operating tables were empty, some of them still had strange-shaped dried corpses on them. It seemed that the evacuation was very sudden, and the place was not even destroyed.

The reason is unknown, but Su Ming doesn't care.

After passing through the anatomy area, everyone came to a thick door. The door was tightly closed. I don't know how thick it was. The dust obscured the writing and patterns on the door. I don’t know how those little monsters I encountered before got through here. There are many possibilities, including ventilation ducts, bathroom drain pipes, and even resurrection from the dissecting table.

There is an old-fashioned ID card slot next to this door, connected to a password input panel.

"Leave it to you, open it." Su Ming pushed Barbara's wheelchair in front of the panel and motioned for her to open the door.

Without hesitation, she raised her hands and began to disassemble the card swipe device, pulling out a bunch of wires of various colors. She also took out a connector from the laptop bag, arranged it one by one, and finally connected it. on your own computer.

Barbara's computer knowledge is very comprehensive. She is not only a hacker, but also has strong practical skills.

"The oldest electronic door lock. Did the government have this before the 1990s? First, you need to simulate the ID card permissions..." Barbara took notes on the laptop and entered a series of commands. Quick, you got the password.

She pressed the code on the panel, and the door lifted upward with a chirping sound, and the dust fell like rain.

What appeared before everyone's eyes was a cruel scene.

The room behind the door may be a storage room. There are many jar-shaped glass tanks standing here. Various modified organisms are soaked in blue liquid. From time to time, there is a string of bubbles that add oxygen to the liquid. Among them The monsters have more or less human characteristics.

The genetic origin of their other half is unknown, and they have even completely mutated into biological characteristics that are completely unrecognizable. Some of them are curled up in a ball in the jar, while others are calmly closing their eyes, as if they are sleeping soundly.

"Are they alive?"

Barbara covered her eyes and peeked through her fingers.

Su Ming took off her hand and asked her to accept the reality.

"You should tell me this. Look next to the jars. Each jar has an independent console. What do the values ​​and indicators on it mean?"

Barbara endured her nausea and went to the nearest jar. What was soaked there was a meat ball, like a person with bent and deformed limbs. It was balled up and put into the body, and the body was closed together tightly. .

She didn't pay attention to the monster, she just pursed her lips and began to hack and operate the console with her laptop. The console looked like a book fixed to the ground on posts, with a keyboard and a small screen on top.

"Weapons created by combining human and armadillo genes...can unite their bodies to enter narrow areas and be used as spies..." She was operating the console while thinking about what she saw: " Experiment record...320 times...Test item number...Current status...Dead, it is recommended to re-create the experimental item."

"Is it an armadillo?" Cindy carried her knife and slapped her shoulder armor with the back of the knife, making a clanking sound: "I remember it was an African animal, right? These people...are really a bad idea. , what use is this kind of thing on the battlefield?"

Su Ming showed no expression and motioned to Barbara to look at the next one. He replied to Cindy: "Whether it works is another matter. The military always encourages scientists to try more. What if it works?"

"Haha..." Cindy shook her head. She already knew the virtues of the military.

Next, Barbara saw dragonflies and human monsters, flies and human monsters, lizards and human monsters, and other experimental products. She felt unfair from the beginning and gradually became numb. The more monsters she saw, the more she felt that her understanding of the bottom line of human nature was falling again and again.

Su Ming actually just wanted to let Barbara see a little more of the darkness of human nature. It seemed that the glamorous parliament would also conduct such experiments behind the scenes. Although Cindy was famous, in terms of the number of people killed, who could compare to her? What about the Amazon government?

Maybe Deathstroke killed some innocent people, but it was to earn a living. Surviving in the steel jungle of this world is also the law of the jungle. But what about the Amazon Council? It seems that making these things is less like weapons and more like torturing humans for fun.

By comparison, Cindy looks like a saint.

After going through this, Cindy may get some intelligence support from Barbara in the future, at least she won't be rejected immediately. Oracles in other worlds just ignore Death Bell, and that's not okay.

Besides, the information is not in vain. She will be given intelligence fees, which can be used to subsidize her family. Director Gordon will definitely thank Su Ming for her good idea in the future.

His eyes turned back to the room.

The jars here are not completely full, and some are obviously broken. It seems that the contents inside have escaped for various reasons. They are likely to be encountered in the next operation. In order to increase his understanding of them, Su Ming also asked Barbara to start cracking these consoles.

Now they are surrounded by broken empty glass jars, the contents inside are missing, and the blue liquid has long since dried up, forming a light blue mark on the ground.

Barbara ran the program expertly and then began to interpret it for them.

"Genes of humans and bats...Nocturnal weapons...Use ultrasound to determine direction, sneak into and destroy radar stations...Current status: Containment breached, please contact the security department. "

Cindy smiled and swung her weapon from side to side: "It seems that we have found a relative of Batgirl, but we just don't know what this one looks like."

Su Ming didn't answer her, but just pointed at everyone's heads. On the high ceiling, there was a big brown fur ball hanging upside down from the ceiling.

"Tch, a bat is a bat." Cindy pulled out two pistols and fired at the bats. The bullets formed a line in the air.

The bat-man didn't know whether he was avoiding the light or sleeping. In short, he ate a few bullets, then let out a strange scream and started to fly.