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Chapter 550: There are several 'rats' hiding underground

Early May.

As the temperature gradually rises.

This vast wasteland has completely come alive.

Rumble~~~Rumble~~~
Over the grassland.

A fighter jet flew over the hills at an ultra-low altitude.

It also scared away a group of birds that were eating insects in the meadow.

"Fuck~~~The meat that was about to reach my mouth flew away again."

The shaded area of ​​the hillside.

A voice with a very authentic London accent rang out in the bushes.

If someone passes by this mountain area.

You may find that the color of a patch of grass seems different from other places.

The color is slightly brighter.

And it moves.

Yes.

A patch of grass was slowly crawling towards the valley.

It probably took a few minutes.

When the grass crawled to the valley, it stopped again.

Not a moment later.

Suddenly, a small hole appeared in the ground.

This patch of 'grass' seemed to be swallowed up by the earth and disappeared in an instant.

No.

Where is the 'grass' here?
He is clearly a "special forces soldier" wearing a simulated heat-insulating camouflage suit.

When this person went underground.

He squinted first, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark environment.

Then he took a small flashlight and walked towards the depths along a passage.

The passage is supported on all sides by sleepers.

The rocks around are almost all dark brown.

From time to time, large drops of water dripped down from the top of my head.

Turn around and around.

He walked about a hundred meters underground.

Finally, I saw a glimmer of light.

The camouflaged "special forces soldier" stepped on the water stains in the tunnel and strode towards the bright spot.

The light came from an old-fashioned 20-watt bulb.

The light from this bulb is dim and not as bright as an incandescent bulb.

But in the pitch-black underground world, this lamp is as important as a small sun.

The area illuminated by the bulb is very narrow.

It could barely illuminate this small room.

Yes.

This is a small room.

The walls are supported by wooden sleepers.

The ceiling is made of rusty iron and canvas.

in the room.

There were already three people lying in the corner.

Further into the small room.

There was a buzzing sound similar to the roar of a machine.

Although the sound is not loud.

But it can be clearly heard in the tunnel.

It is unknown how long this tunnel and sleepers have existed.

The sleepers had already begun to rot, and many parts of the tunnel had begun to collapse.

But the men in camouflage uniforms turned a blind eye to these 'dangers'.

Instead, he went straight into the small room.

After the man came in.

The other three people also sat up.

One of them was a man in his thirties with a full beard and Central Asian appearance. He looked at him and asked, "It's not time yet, why are you back?"

The man in camouflage clothing said calmly, "My mouth is full of birds, and I don't want to feed mosquitoes, so I came back."

The Central Asians didn't say much.

Instead, he asked, "A plane just flew over, was it the FC-31 Falcon?" The man in camouflage nodded, "Yes, it stayed for about a few minutes and then flew away."

Done.

He said with some emotion, "It is such a fascinating aircraft. It is very stable, quick, has perfect super maneuverability, and its aerodynamic layout is exactly the same as the Raptor."

"Damn Xia people."

"What else can they do besides imitate?"

"Damn the Pentagon. They even leaked the F-22 Raptor, a national treasure."

"Are you anxious now?"

"It's too late."
The man in disguise cloth kept chattering, spewing all kinds of unhealthy words.

Regarding his complaints.

Others have long been accustomed to it.

So wait until he finishes scolding.

The Central Asian talent said calmly, "Don't complain, we are also paid to do things. If the Xia people had not produced two fifth-generation aircraft, would the domestic bureaucrats be so generous and give us more money than we can spend in our lifetime?"

The man in camouflage frowned slightly.

Some are dissatisfied with the attitude of Central Asians who take money to do things.

Is this about money?
This is a major issue concerning national defense and security.

But he also knew it.

If he hadn't been given so much money from above, he wouldn't have stayed in these tunnels like a rat.

Oh shit.

I'm getting moldy from squatting all the time.

So if I blame others, wouldn't that be like being a whore and pretending to be a saint?
The camouflage cloth man took a deep breath.

Then he asked, "How long will that thing last? It's been so many days, why hasn't it been fully charged yet?"

"Laser cannons are useful, but they take days to charge after firing one shot."

"Luckily, there are generators and a batch of fuel left by the Japs in this abandoned tunnel. Otherwise, we would have to run away after firing a shot."

He had just finished saying this.

in the corner.

A man with East Asian features, strong limbs, but only about 1.7 meters tall stood up.

He said to the man in disguise fiercely, "Baga, say that again?"

But the man in camouflage cloth was not at all panicked.

Instead, he looked at the little Japanese with a smile.

The Central Asians saw this.

Then he quickly tried to smooth things over, "Okay, okay, stop talking."

But the two of them still looked like fighting roosters.

They stared at each other fiercely.

It seems like they start fighting as soon as they disagree.

The Central Asians are helpless.

I had no choice but to turn my attention to the fourth person.

The fourth person has an Asian-European appearance.

Commonly known as - string.

But he looks fierce and is taciturn.

He saw the two men fighting again.

He stood up without saying a word, and then said to the two people, "If you want to die, I won't stop you. But if you want to complete the task early and get this money that is enough for us to live happily for most of our lives, you both better shut up."

"If you want to fight, you can do so anytime after you leave Dongda."

"But if anyone dares to cause trouble again, I don't mind dealing with him now."

Although this "Chuan" doesn't talk much, he is obviously very prestigious among these people.

So when he stood up.

The Japs and the men in camouflage cloth also stopped their attacks.

No more chatter.

'String' looked at the Central Asian.

Then he asked in a deep voice, "How long will it take before that thing can be used? The Xia people are not fools. Our first attack has already alarmed them. If we don't take action a second time, they will pull us out of the ground sooner or later."

The Central Asian man hurriedly said, "It will be ready for use in a few hours at most. Laser cannons consume too much power, and our power generation device is from decades ago. Fortunately, it is well preserved. Otherwise, let alone storing power, we can't even use it."

'String' waved.

Interrupted his chatter.

Then he looked gloomy.

He said to a few people, "Then we will act tomorrow. After we shoot down the FC-31 Falcon, we will immediately obtain the parameters and then retreat as planned."

"Whether we can be rich and prosperous for the rest of our lives depends on this time."

(End of this chapter)