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After rushing in, I turned a few corners and crashed head first into the people in front of me. I looked at them and saw that they were all standing there foolishly, not knowing what was wrong with them.

"What plane?" I yelled and pushed my way to the front of the crowd.

When I came in, I could already see traces of human construction in the cave, but that was normal in Afghanistan. All the way from the Afghan guerrillas to the Soviets to the United Nations forces, or Brother Lantern would not have laughed for so many years. Afghanistan's more complex three-dimensional mesh cave system provided him and his army of God with the best shelter.

But what he saw was definitely not an Afghan work. What he saw was an intercontinental missile silo with a diameter of more than 8 meters. Quinn used his Tactical Flashlight to look at the top of the emission well.

"The product of the Cold War," said Hem, interrupting the silence.

"Go around it," Quinn ordered.

"Wait!" Sea Snake pressed down on the earphone and suddenly ran towards the launch shaft. He looked down. After increasing the intensity of the scan, he turned his head back and said with certainty, "There's a signal response."

"Toby's Soldier?" Several people asked in unison, their voices filled with joy.

"No!" The words of the sea serpent nearly angered everyone to death. Even I wanted to kick him into the well.

"His teammates, all of them disappeared at the same time!" Sea Snake saw how angry everyone was and quickly explained.

"If there are any clues, we need to follow them." Quinn did not waste any more words, and took the lead to look for the maintenance ladder to the firing hole, then used his hands and feet to climb down. The light from my hand formed a long, tiny line from top to bottom, which gave me a sense of security.

There were piles of unknown materials on occasion, as well as a lot of tall and big equipment that looked like monsters. Looking at the style, it inherited the characteristics of Former Soviet Union, such as large and thick, sturdy, ugly, practical and so on. Another piece of evidence was that the button was written in Russian.

A few of Quinn's Russian mercenaries looked around separately and confirmed that this was a base with abandoned Former Soviet Union. After that, they followed the sea serpents to find the source of the signal.

At the side entrance to the square was a tall tunnel, wide enough to run four cars side by side. At the junction of the tunnel and the square, Sea Serpent found the body of the man in the uniform of the United States Army.

After inspecting it, Sea Serpent indicated for us to go over. There were people in charge of guarding the surroundings. I passed the Ghost Needle to Manager Qian to go over and take a look.

The body was badly decomposed, and Sea Serpent was checking the information on it with the soldier tag. I checked the cause of death out of habit. It looked like he had been stabbed in the side of his neck while he was running, and then he fell to the ground and died. By the light of the flashlight I could see the wall to the left behind him, the long trail of blood leading deeper into the tunnel, dark with age, striking against the whitewashed walls.

Do me a favor, turn him over and take a few pictures. Maybe it can be useful when settling accounts with the employer.

Lao Hei and Rocky carried the corpses over, and the two of them spoke out at the same time with questions in their voices: "Hmm?"

"What's wrong?" My heart immediately rose to my throat. Placing a few trap mine explosives on the corpse wasn't a new technique.

"So heavy" Lao Hei and Rocky spoke in English and Chinese respectively.

Lao Hei was originally a very strong person, and he was even more famous among the mercenaries. With several dozen kilograms of Gatling machine guns and bullets on his back, it looked like there was something wrong with the corpse.

The sea serpent moved the dead man's arm again, nodded and said, "At least three times heavier than a normal person." Unexpectedly, his movement was too big, and the corpse's weathering was too severe.

After swearing a vulgarity that could be used internationally, the sea serpent handed us the "item" in its hand. When it came to my hand, I weighed it. It was indeed extraordinarily heavy, an arm that had dried from the wind. To think that there was actually an eight or nine-year-old boy who was almost as heavy.

Upon closer inspection, the density of the bones seemed to be very high. Looking at the expressions of the others, they were all confused. Could it be the bones of the King Kong Wolf?

"There's no time to dilly-dally," Quinn said towards the corpse. He took out his military knife, cut off a phalanx, and put it in his pocket.

"The place he ran out of, is the place we need to go," Quinn pointed at the tunnel that had no end in sight.

The tunnel was longer than we had expected, and we climbed ladders at every turn. What the Foreigner created was sturdy, and the armrest of what had been there for dozens of years did not even shake. Generally speaking, we go down steps. It seems that the transportation of heavy equipment was taken into account when the tunnel was designed. Large electric cranes can be seen everywhere. If they are operating normally, they can ensure that any fully loaded heavy military truck will be unobstructed.

There were signs with different numbers, and mercenaries of Russian or Ukrainian origin explained to us that they all led to different intercontinental missile silos. It appears that this base was used for nuclear revenge after its home country had been flattened by a nuclear bomb. From the number of launching wells, as long as this base survived the nuclear war and successfully launched all the missiles, it was estimated that at least half of the major cities in the United States would turn to ash.

But then there was a new question, what about the huge consumption of electricity, which I guessed was that a small power station had been built with a drop in the level of the underground river, or nuclear power.

"Nuclear power?" I was shocked by my own thoughts and reminded Quinn to be careful and not create an Afghan version of Chernobyl.

"Don't worry, if someone brought a detector, his apparatus would be alerted." Rocky pointed to a soldier not far behind Quinn.

Only then did I stop worrying. This bunch of people are really amazing. There were a few three-man combat teams, including the firepower, sniper, blaster, and sniper team. There were also people responsible for testing the chemical and nuclear contamination. He really didn't know how much money was needed to support these guys, and what kind of dangerous mission they were carrying out.

They ran lower and lower. They had been marching non-stop for almost three hours. Fortunately, they had good stamina and hadn't lost their position. I don't have the advanced military multi-functional watches like Rocky and the others, but I can feel that the height is dropping rapidly. The tunnel was spiraling downward. Occasionally, he could see some dead people, some in military uniforms, some as civilians. The common denominator was that the bones were as hard as iron, while the flesh was as rotten as mud.

As the altitude plummeted, the dry environment of the plateau disappeared, replaced by the moss and moisture of groundwater gas.

"Here we are!" the sea serpent shouted from the distance.

"Where are we?" The people around me and I asked each other in confusion. After running for a while, we realised that Sea Serpent had already reached the center of the base.

This is a huge space in the middle of the mountain, there are many large and small rooms, and the common characteristic is that they are all very messy. I pulled open a place similar to the data room, and a musty smell hit me. The inside was littered with Russian information, old equipment, and a lot of dried up blood. There were a lot of bullet holes in the wall; it seems like there has been a fierce battle here.

The entire base was very large. If they could station thousands of people, it would be as big as a small village. From this, it could be seen how powerful Former Soviet Union could be. Of course, it was many of these strenuously repaired bases, and many others of the same kind; only the ones that had been used in the nuclear war had overpowered the powerful red polar bear.

The entire base complex was divided into four large areas by two vertical concrete roads, which were very wide. Standing on the hard ground, I could even feel that the base was in operation, that everyone was talking in Russian, that countless soldiers were on duty with red gun butts, that the technicians in white coats were hurrying to the laboratory, that the reloading trucks were whistling past with deadly missiles.

The others were calmer than the three of us, spreading out in search of clues. I sighed at Quinn and said, "An extremely large country, your reputation is well-deserved."

Quinn laughed, it was a little scary in the dark base, and said: "This, okay, Alaska's ice field is a little bigger than this, Florida has a few hundred hectares of land, which isn't actually for farming crops. "You have it in China, too. In Mount Kunlun, there are also Inner Mongolia and even more in Tibet."

I was startled. This guy knows more than I do. I was about to continue, but my attention was attracted by a three-storey bunker at the intersection of two main roads.

These two main highways were very wide, similar to the highways in the country. There was a round cannon building built at the intersection. It was possible that he had considered the possibility of being hit by the Special Force from the beginning of the plan, which was why he had spent so much effort to see the 360 degree shooting hole and the four-piece heavy machine gun when he had approached it.

The NSV machine gun, nicknamed Rock, was developed by the Former Soviet Union, a dual purpose high-altitude machine gun. The gun could be used as a support weapon for combat against the ground, as well as against the fire points, tanks and various transportation vehicles within a distance of 2000 meters. It could also be used as an anti-aircraft weapon for combat against low-flying targets.

To my surprise, all four machine guns were pointing in the same direction, if I remember correctly, towards the main peak of the Kush Mountains.

The experienced Quinn also found the same problem, and pointed towards the direction of the gun.

After about ten minutes, the man on the radio said, Boss, come over and take a look. In the four or five hours since we were attacked by those ghosts. Being struck continuously by all kinds of tall equipment, numerous launch wells and an underground base of the size of a town, the one in front of me right now is probably the Thor's Hammer.

At the end of the road in the direction of the main peak, there was a huge solid iron ball. How big was it? Its half was the size of a tank, and it weighed several hundred tons. This super large iron ball was stuck in a similar steel track with several heavy military earthers parked behind it. However, everyone could tell that those weren't used for farming.

"What the hell is this?" Someone exclaimed in the darkness.

"That's the answer," said Heim to the freight elevator at the end of the road.

With his reminder, I understood. There was an angle to the track, and it tilted downward toward the elevator. And if the iron barrier was removed and a little more force was applied, it would roll towards the cargo ladder. No matter what was inside, he would smash it straight down.

With that in mind, I went with the others to look at the map next to the elevator. He found out that it was actually the top elevator of the set, number 35.

Are we on the Kola Peninsula? A Russian mercenary with a heavy accent said. In 1970, during the Soviet military competition for geological exploration with the United States, the Soviet Union drilled a 12-kilometre well in the Kola Peninsula. "No, it's much lighter than that," said Rocky, stepping forward and looking carefully at the diagram pasted to the wall beside the elevator shaft. Not even a quarter of the way up, he said, trying to wipe the dust off it so he could see the numbers, but instead he hit the elevator button.

A droning sound was heard as the red light above the elevator shaft lit up. This type of elevator used in mines was not like the ones used in normal office buildings. It did not have a metal box, but a steel cage with a bottom. The indicator lights were similar to the kind used in ambulances to emit dazzling, rotating red light, and now they were flashing along with the short bell, as if to remind us that some monster was climbing up from the ground.

Everyone felt as if their nerves were struck by a hammer that weighed a few hundred tons. They were all stunned. This thing could actually work? Where did the power come from? The brothers from other directions also ran over when they heard the noise or saw the lights.

"Group A stay behind to keep an eye out, the rest of you go down," Quinn said as he led the group into the elevator.

The elevator was very large, so it didn't seem crowded at all when twenty people came in. With a slight tremor we went down vertically and looked up at the lights, which had become red dots, and in a few moments were out of sight with Ben.

When the elevator came down, it was surprisingly long. It took a full half an hour. In the end, there was a horizontal passage. At the end of the corridor was another elevator with a pile of detonators and cables, but no explosives. After a dozen long escalators had been changed, the absolute value of the lift had been calculated and was now almost below the sea level.