Chapter 710: Salt Lake Scenery (4)

Facts have proved that it is relatively easy to enter the drainage network below the city. The entrance to the former mine is hidden behind a large wine barrel used to hold some local wine, sealing the entrance The prawns obviously do not know that if you drink the wine first, it will be easier to remove the barrel.
Judging from the fruity aromas surrounding them and the broken pottery cups left behind the barrel, Du Er could tell that his work had been completed.
At this time, he had collected some hard-earned medicine bottles and carefully packed them into a cushioned backpack. The fart elder took the strap over his shoulders and let the bag fall on the buttocks. The strap is not entangled with the holster of the pistol, so that the gun can be pulled quickly at a critical juncture.
A team of engineers in the regiment had broken the re-engaged brick wall, and when one ear and the adjutant entered cautiously into the passage below, they were resting on the crowbar.
One-eyed angry gave them an ear scraper, hoping that they can be a little sober in important tasks.
The passage here is handled very smoothly. There is no doubt that the nobility has been excavated here so that they will not stain their clothes when they escape.
"This smells good."
His adjutant commented that, as usual, he did not notice the irony.
Nodded in one ear and filtered out the smell from the guy next to him. A faint smell of sewage from a distance showed that there was a sewer nearby, and the tunnel was thinly covered with a layer of dust, mold and moisture Mixture, which made him miss the crowded territory underground.
However, more importantly, fortunately, there is no stench from the carrion. If there are any beasts underneath, they will definitely gather to attack the passers-by.
"But it looks pretty clean here."
He said, patting the communicator microphone in his ear gently.
"let's go."
"May Mao engage you in success."
A rough voice came, and his voice was attenuated by this little communication receiver.
"Tell Kundera to let him prepare mushroom wine immediately."
One ear pretends to be a fearless look that you think is obvious enough.
"We may need a drink when we are done."
In fact, he kind of hoped that the other guy would be able to say something at this time, complimenting his courage with the usual stupid words, but apart from the weak hiss of static electricity, no sound could be heard in one ear.
This is not surprising, the low-power signal emitted by the portable communicator cannot penetrate the rocks and dirt that are blocking the transmission line.
"I will."
The voice in the communicator smiled and assured that the Fart Agents had walked through the uneven hole in the brick wall and turned around with one ear to the engineer who was staying behind him illegally.
"Seal the hole."
Although he hated to cut off his retreat, he still gave the engineer such an order.
Because he knew very well that they would do it anyway after he left, he might as well pretend it was his idea.
Du Er didn't wait to supervise their execution of orders, because it felt like he was buried in his grave.
He first entered the darkness, and the adjutant followed him closely.
The torches were embedded in the ceiling when the tunnel was being built, but in order to avoid attracting the attention of the enemy, the fart elder did not light them up, nor did he need it. The dark environment was the same as the daytime in his eyes, living underground They are used to darkness.
Although he is a one-eared adjutant, this named "Heavy Cannon" carries a rare small grenade launcher. This thing is almost as much as a butt. It is carried behind his back, which allows him to You can easily get it when you need to use it.
Usually in anticipation of more troubles, the adjutant often takes this heavy weapon with him, and facts have proven this to be a wise preventive measure many times.
After walking for about a few hundred meters, the Fart Team reached the end of a new tunnel and found a metal door in front of it, with some unseasonable patterns engraved on them.
The adjutant sipped and reached for the grenade launcher.
"Wait."
One ear blocked the other. This obstacle here is a bit unreasonable.
If the map is correct, this should be the escape route for Xiami, but if he builds a secret passage for the special purpose of escape, then he would not want anything to delay the journey, even for one second. No way.
One ear stepped forward, put your fingertips on the cold metal surface, and pushed in carefully.
The next second, the slightly open metal door showed a dark crack in front of them.
"open."
One ear carefully pushed the door completely open without making a sound.
Buttheads crept into the tunnel on the other side to enhance their other aspects of perception to fill the visual vacancies caused by lack of light Not surprising, because it turns out that we walked a few hundred meters deeper into the darkness. The tunnel we are in now is connected to a shaft passage, which is one of the main sewage outlets in Shangcheng District.
When he raised his ears and listened to the movement there, a faint sound of liquid flow came from that direction, and he suddenly broke into the disturbed rodents, squeaking around, squeaking, and their tossing Make the echo blurry.
But Du Er was relieved that he did not hear any footsteps from Xiami.
"No shrimps found."
He whispered in one ear, and the adjutant whistled, dispelling those bold local pests. At this time, they slowly approached them in order to detect the strange sound and smell of the fart.
Driven by the farts, they fled around, looking for refuge in the dark.
Some of them did not run in time and were caught by the fart agents and stuffed into their mouths-when underground, farts often feed on insects. They have no hygienic concept, let alone because these insects are growing Feeling sick in the sewer.
The infiltrating fart unified the black carapace, and the bare skin was also completely blackened. Except for the two eyes, the whole body completely blended into the darkness.
They are silent and silent, they are simply natural lurkers, but this kind of silence is not innate. Before the action, almost all farts took a dumb medicine, which can make them lose their language ability in a short time. The only The only communication method is sign language.
But due to the natural chaotic thinking of fart spirits, sign language usually leads to completely wrong expressions, so there is only one command for one ear-so fart spirits only need to listen to him.