Black Technology Monopoly (The Black Tech Monopoly Corporation)

NO.654 Disappeared

With Zhang Heng's slap, the emotions of the people who were on the verge of collapse were finally pulled back temporarily, but looking at the terrified and helpless eyes of these people, Zhang Heng understood that there is no need for any memetic attack now, just give them another After a period of time, everyone's emotions will still collapse.

However, not everyone is so hopeless. Zhang Heng looked around the crowd, and among the thirty or forty people, quite a few remained calm, which was enough.

"Everyone." Zhang Heng clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention, "We need a team of people to go down to the base. No matter what happens, only by entering the base can we find the communication station to communicate with the outside world, and we can Find the only lifeline."

"Are you kidding me? I won't go down!" Immediately, the crowd erupted into an uproar. One of the obese men was already on the verge of collapse, venting his fear with all his might. He roared loudly, "Hundreds of shelters below project, the devil knows what was leaked, are we going down to find death?"

"It's just voluntary." Zhang Heng glanced at the other party with disdain, "Is there anyone willing to go down with me to investigate?"

"I'll go!" What Zhang Heng didn't expect was that the first person to speak was Joey. He smiled at Zhang Heng, "We have weapons in our hands that can protect you." He took out a Glock 19, expertly loaded, "Although this guy may not be effective against those contained objects, but it's better than nothing."

"I'll go too!" The second person to speak turned out to be Professor Anderson, and he smiled wryly, "I know where the base's contactor to the outside world is, and my ID card can also enter some more confidential areas. Help everyone."

Zhang Heng nodded and looked around again. Immediately, four more field agents came out, and one of them, a middle-aged man with a beard, said, "Count me in, maybe all this is just a joke made by the base. Woolen cloth?"

At this time, with the addition of Zhang Heng, the number of people who voluntarily went down to the base has reached seven. Seeing this, Zhang Heng stopped hesitating and walked towards the elevator first. Go up, those who don't want to go down stay here, may God bless you."

Joey and Anderson took a deep breath and followed closely behind Zhang Heng. At this time, security authority is no longer the criterion for evaluating status. In the face of disaster, the herd effect will expose people's humanity to the fullest.

Everyone looked at Zhang Hengyi who left with complicated eyes. Some people wanted to follow, but when they thought of the possible dangers in the base, these people finally retreated. They preferred to stay among the large forces, but they didn't know , Everyone today is like a group of lambs, waiting for the predators to approach.

When I got to the elevator door,

Zhang Heng's heart suddenly moved, he paused slightly, turned to look at Anderson, "Professor Anderson, I offended you just now."

"It's okay." Anderson was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand with a wry smile, "Compared to the dangers we are facing now, what are those just now? Besides, I have been pampered and pampered for too long, and I don't even have the most basic mentality." I can't keep it up, alas..."

Zhang Heng nodded his head and said again, "I don't think we should take the elevator."

Joey, who was behind Zhang Heng, looked thoughtful, and pondered, "That's right, it's really not a good idea to take the elevator now. If there is any danger, we can't even escape."

"Then let's take the stairs." Professor Anderson nodded, obviously understanding the danger, "I just hope that everyone can slow down a little, otherwise it will be difficult for me to keep up."

Everyone nodded to express their understanding, and then turned around and walked towards the stairs. The stairs were also sealed, but as Professor Anderson took out his ID card and swiped it on the card reader, suddenly, the emergency passage was closed. The door was opened, and a dark staircase appeared in front of everyone.

The angle of the stairs is steep, and the steps and handrails are filled with dust. Looking down from the stairs, the zigzag stairs are like the entrance to hell, making it impossible to see the bottom clearly.

Zhang Heng even doubted whether anyone had walked up this staircase during the years when the base was built.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

A group of seven people went downstairs quickly, the deep stairs seemed to spread infinitely, only the dark red emergency lights were shining above their heads, mixed with the echo of everyone's heavy footsteps, it was eerie and strange, as if they were in hell...

However, after going down more than a dozen floors, Professor Anderson began to pant. About halfway down, Professor Anderson was already sweating profusely, every step became extremely heavy, and his physical strength was completely exhausted.

"I can't walk anymore." Professor Anderson sat down on the stairs, shook his head and said, "You guys go, I'll rest here for a while."

Zhang Heng stopped, and saw Professor Anderson throwing his ID card over, his bald gray hair was wet with sweat, at this moment Anderson forced a smile, "I'll wait for you here, Hope you have good news."

"Professor..." Zhang Heng reached out to catch the other party's ID card, his eyes were a little complicated, but soon disappeared again, he nodded at Anderson, and ran down again without looking back, everyone understood that, with Anderson At the age of the professor, even if he barely returns to the base, his chances of survival are still infinitely close to zero in the face of those dangers. It is better to stay here, maybe there is still a glimmer of life...

"This scene is very similar to the beginning of a novel..." While running, Zhang Heng murmured in a low voice. When he was reading the novel, he couldn't understand why the little fat man was exhausted after climbing a few flights of stairs. Even when he was in high school, he even tried to run from the top of the fifth floor of his home to the bottom of the building. This kind of activity is only a matter of one breath, and he doesn't even need to pant after running.

But it wasn't until this time that he understood that although going downstairs didn't take much energy, compared to going upstairs, if you were to run hundreds of floors in one go, even Liu Xiang would have to give up completely.

Time passed slowly, and about fifteen minutes later, the remaining six people finally arrived at the bottom of the base. At this time, a steel gate stood in front of everyone. Seeing this gate, everyone stopped involuntarily. Panting heavily, he began to recover what little energy he had left.

However, compared to the panting of the crowd, Zhang Heng seemed to be fine at this time, not even shedding a drop of sweat, which made Joey and the others couldn't help but take another look at him.

After everyone gradually regained their physical strength, Zhang Heng walked to the gate, took Professor Anderson's identity card and swiped lightly on the card reader, and suddenly, with the rumbling sound, the gate leading to the interior of the base opened suddenly !

Behind the gate is the hall where Zhang Heng once visited to select D-level personnel. But at this time, the hall was dark, as if the power had been cut off, and only the emergency lights were still dimly blinking, shutting down the whole hall. It looks very weird.

Joey looked around at everyone, nodded, took out his Glock 19, and followed closely behind Zhang Heng. A group of six people rushed into the hall quickly, but the hall was completely silent, without any living or human beings. There were no corpses, not even traces of fighting, as if all the people had evaporated from the world!

"Damn it, where did everyone go?" Joey cursed in a low voice.

"External communication equipment is stored in the D19 area." Everyone ignored Joey's complaints. At this time, the bearded man suddenly said softly, "I can take everyone close to the nearest distance, but it may take a few Compare...the place where the weird containment project is located, if the other party escapes by chance, I'm afraid..."

"If the other party really escaped, do you think the other party will stay where they are?" Zhang Heng asked back.

"Uh..." The big man scratched his head, "You're right, then I'll lead the way."

Zhang Heng nodded, and walked to another door at the end of the hall with everyone. This door was one size smaller than the door to enter the base, and the word D was marked on it. Zhang Heng took out Professor Anderson's ID card and opened it again. With a swipe on the card reader, the door to Area D opened immediately, revealing a corridor with almost no end in sight behind the door.

"Go!" The big man shouted, and everyone ran forward again at a speed that could maintain speed and try not to make a sound. Soon, there was a fork in the road ahead.

"Right!" The big man led the crowd into the corridor on the right, but the moment he turned the passage, Zhang Heng suddenly saw a figure flashing past in the darkness ahead!

"Stop!" Zhang Heng grabbed the bearded man and stared at the darkness ahead, "There is a problem!"

Everyone paused and pointed their guns at the darkness ahead, but after waiting for a few seconds, nothing happened.

"What did you see?" Joey asked in a low voice.

"A figure." Zhang Heng stepped lightly, and took two steps forward vigilantly. The next second, that figure flashed past again. When he saw the figure clearly, Zhang Heng's pupils shrank. It turned out to be a figure. Slender, with a gray and white back that looks like a dead man!

...

At this time, on the other side, the people staying in the surface hall were wandering around anxiously, some were trying to open the door to the ground, some were chatting in small groups, and some Sitting decadently in the corner, waiting for the trial of fate.

The air is full of suffocating depression.

"Ahem!"

In a corner, Fat John coughed twice. He rubbed his arms. Just now, on the way from the cruise ship to the underground base, everyone was drenched. Now, John found sadly that he Appears to have a cold.

His head was a little dizzy, and the wet suit was sticky to his skin, which was very uncomfortable. He wanted to take off his coat, but the slightly feverish body temperature prevented him from doing so. He could only cough as much as possible, I hope to attract everyone's attention, maybe some kind-hearted person will lend me the coat?

However, for some reason, he seemed to feel that the air around him was getting colder and colder...

Damn weather, damn underground bases!

Fat John cursed and pulled his collar again. He felt that his body was about to go stiff. It was really hard to understand. It was only early autumn, how could there be such a low temperature, it was like the twelfth lunar month of winter!

Finally, Fat John couldn't bear it anymore. He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to ask for a coat from his colleagues who were facing away from him, but the moment he opened his mouth, he suddenly found that his voice was extremely hoarse, and he could only Let out the faint sound of mosquitoes and flies!

Until this moment, a look of panic flashed in Fat John's eyes, and he wanted to stand up quickly, but a pulling force stopped him. At some point, a pale hand was stretching out from the pitch-black space next to it, tightly clutching the corner of his clothes...

It was this pulling force that made him unable to stand up!

Fat John's eyes widened suddenly, and he finally showed a look of horror. He looked at the group of colleagues with their backs to him again, and wanted to scream loudly, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only say "ho ho "The voice comes!

The next second, that arm pulled suddenly, and in the terrified and desperate eyes of the fat man, his fat body was pulled into the pitch-black shadow beside him without a sound, and disappeared completely!

"what?"

Until this time, one of the men who was talking softly with everyone turned his head, but he only saw an empty space behind him, and even the dark shadow before him had long since disappeared...

"Did you hear anything just now?"

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