I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

However, the road to the old chapel was more difficult than anyone expected.

The end of the west auxiliary road no longer resembles the cold, white, and tidy appearance of the ward; the walls are getting older and older, and the ground is beginning to collapse and crack.

The surrounding environment felt as if one had stepped from a working institution into its long-abandoned depths.

Anran ran ahead, a waterproof bag slung over her shoulder, the key in her hand, her pace neither too fast nor too slow, always at a rhythm that allowed the patients behind her to keep up.

Now she's not in a hurry anymore.

She can make judgments almost instantly about who can't walk, who should help whom, who should cross the collapsed section first, and who should give way.

"The one who's burning up with fever, carry it first."

"If you can walk, move to the left and stick to the wall, don't block the middle."

"You, support Grandma, don't rush ahead."

The little girl originally wanted to run by herself, but after taking only two steps, she turned around and saw a little boy, even thinner than herself, leaning against the wall in a daze. She pursed her lips, turned back, and grabbed the boy's sleeve.

"Don't stand under the light, your shadow is too obvious."

The little boy was clearly not in a hurry to react and just stared at her blankly.

The little girl, however, was getting a little impatient.

"Why are you looking at me? Your leg isn't broken, come on."

After saying that, he grabbed the person and moved forward.

His precocious and stubborn demeanor is quite impressive.

The old woman walked in the middle of the line, panting as she looked up at An Ran.

The look in his eyes was quite different from before.

She truly is Number Seven's daughter; just as strong and powerful...

However, there was now an even more powerful person by her side.

After turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up.

We've arrived at the old chapel.

It's called a chapel, but in reality, only a dilapidated frame remains.

The top of the building had almost collapsed, with only the cracked window still crookedly stuck to the wall, and most of the glass was already broken.

Inside the church, rows of old wooden benches were overturned and some were even broken in two and buried in the dust.

The ground in front of us wasn't flat either; there was a noticeable depression in the middle, making it wobbly to step on.

Outside, the faint sounds of pursuing soldiers' footsteps and radio broadcasts could still be heard in the distance.

However, once inside, the sound was largely blocked out by the walls and ruins.

Although somewhat dilapidated, it actually gives one the illusion of a temporary shelter.

Of course, it's just an illusion.

An Ran glanced around, her gaze quickly settling on a section of floor deep inside the chapel.

The material here is clearly different from the surrounding area, and there is an iron bar pressing down on it.

This is most likely the passageway.

She walked over and tried to lift it up with force.

Didn't move.

It's not just the cover plate; there's clearly reinforcement underneath, so opening it isn't as simple as just lifting a wooden board.

The patients behind them came in one after another, and seeing this scene, their breathing became heavier.

Someone asked in a low voice.

"Is this the road?"

The other person also swallowed hard.

"It looks like a coffin lid."

The little girl squatted on the ground, reached out and touched the newly added iron bar, and couldn't help but frown.

"This area should have been recently welded."

An Ran couldn't help but turn around.

How did you know?

The little girl pointed to the edge.

"The color here is different, and there are wear marks, so it was obviously repaired later."

At this moment, Chen Zhengcai caught up from behind.

Blood was still seeping from his shoulder and ribs, and the two rips on his tactical vest were quite noticeable.

Even a casual glance at it would still give me a pang of guilt.

But this time she didn't let herself get caught up in those emotions and handed over the keys directly.

"this."

Chen Zheng took it, glanced at it, and nodded. "Not bad, those two blows weren't for nothing."

An Ran's lips twitched.

"To be able to joke at a time like this is insane."

Chen Zheng squatted down, inserted the key into a very hidden keyhole below the iron bar, and gently turned it.

With a click.

The first locking tongue popped open.

But not enough.

There's an even tighter mechanical buckle below.

Seeing this, Chen Zheng immediately pulled out a short knife, inserted it into the gap, and used the prying force to lift it up.

The muscles in his arm tensed, and blood immediately seeped out of the wound on his shoulder.

Upon seeing this, An Ran's breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively raised her hand, but ultimately refrained from touching it.

She understood.

What I should do most right now is to manage the people around me, not to act on my emotions.

Bang!

The metal buckle was finally pried off.

A corner of the metal cover under the floor was pulled up, and a gust of cold wind immediately rushed up from below.

The wind carried the smells of metal and engine oil.

This suggests that there is likely an industrial system operating underneath.

Chen Zheng continued to exert force and completely lifted the iron cover.

The environment below wasn't simply black.

Every so often on the inside of the well wall, there is an old maintenance lamp embedded in the wall, sometimes lit and sometimes dim.

Beyond the maintenance lamp, the darkness was so deep that it seemed to have no end.

Deeper inside, faint aftershocks of mechanical vibrations could still be heard.

Everyone fell silent.

Clearly, Ward Zero is no longer just a rumor.

It's right below.

After the metal lid was opened, a series of numbers on the inside was also revealed.

0-B channel.

Chen Zheng saw it but didn't say anything. An Ran also saw it, and her eyes darkened.

Both of them saw that there was a very shallow old scratch on the inner part of the well wall.

It belongs to the same system as the marks Anran had seen before, but the lines are more messy, clearly drawn in haste.

She touched it lightly with her fingertips, and her whole heart clenched.

It's highly likely that the mother really did go down there.

Moreover, by the time they arrived here, their condition was already very poor.

Before she could catch her breath, a disagreement arose in the patient queue.

A young man peered down into the well and his first instinct was to move closer.

"Down! Down now! They'll catch up sooner or later, and maybe there really is a road down here!"

The other immediately retorted, her voice still trembling.

"Are you crazy? Even if it's bad up there, at least we've seen it. Do you even know what kind of place that is down there?"

One middle-aged woman was even more decisive, directly losing control of her emotions.

"What if what we're going down into is real hell? Maybe if we turn back and surrender now, we can still survive!"

Her words immediately created a tense atmosphere.

The expressions on their faces changed instantly.

"Yes, didn't Madam just say that if we hand over the person, we might let the others go?"

"I don't want to go down, I really don't want to go down..."

"At least surrendering will save your life, right?"

The atmosphere in the chapel suddenly became tense.

Fear is the most primal and profound emotion of humankind.

The most primal and profound fear is the unknown.

Those who had finally made it this far were even more frightened when they saw the well opening.

Because the true unknown is more terrifying than the suffering we have already witnessed.

Anran stood by the well, listening to these sounds, and couldn't help but clench her fists.

But at this moment, she felt an unusual calm.