Chapitre 8: Chapter 8: Deep into the Tiger's Den
The rainstorm poured down again. Chen Mo and Zhao Jianfeng were sitting in the back row of the police car. The raindrops meandered along the car window into a river, as if there was an unbreakable anxiety in their hearts. Zhao Jianfeng's wound was still bleeding, but he forced himself to stay alert and marked the approximate location of the "Underground Palace" on the map. According to the information I heard, that place is hidden in the old industrial area in the west of the city, and the entrance is very likely in the basement of an abandoned machinery factory. His fingers poked heavily on the map, his voice hoarse but resolute.
Late at night, the old industrial area was shrouded in a deathly silence, with only the rusty pipes wailing in the wind. Chen Mo and Zhao Jianfeng changed into plain clothes and, by the moonlight, reached outside the wall of the machinery factory. When climbing over the wall, Chen Mo keenly noticed fresh tire marks at the base of the wall, still bearing the marks of dragging heavy objects. "Be careful! There are still people active here frequently recently." He reminded in a low voice.
The interior of the machinery factory was pitch-dark, and the rotten planks creaked beneath our feet, making a toothache sound. They turned on the miniature flashlights. The beam swept over the dusty machine and suddenly shone onto a metal track on the ground. Following the direction of the track, the two arrived at a heavy explosion-proof door, on which a precise iris recognition device was installed.
What should we do now? Zhao Jianfeng asked in a low voice. Chen Mo thought for a moment, recalling Su Qing's hesitant look in the New Moon Bay, and suddenly had an idea in his mind. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, retrieved the photo of Su Qing he had secretly taken before, and used image editing software to process it, simulating the image of Su Qing's iris with her eyes open. Try this. He held the mobile phone screen close to the recognizer, and his heart was beating violently in his chest.
"Beep!" The recognizer made a crisp sound, and the explosion-proof door slowly rose, revealing a spiral passage extending downward. The walls on both sides of the passage were inlaid with pale blue lights, making people's hair stand on end. The further down Chen Mo went, the more he could smell a pungent bloody odor, and the faint sounds of metal clashing and heavy objects being dragged could also be heard.
Finally, a bulletproof glass door appeared at the end of the passage. The scene inside the door made the pupils of the two people contract suddenly. In the vast basement, workers wearing gas masks are moving boxes of drugs, while armed personnel armed with guns are patrolling back and forth beside them. In the deepest room, Xu Mingyuan was having a heated conversation with several foreigners in suits and ties. The documents spread out on the table were clearly printed with the words "Final Plan of the Deep Sea Project".
Don't act rashly. Chen Mo grabbed Zhao Jianfeng, who was about to rush in. "There are too many guards here. Let's find an opportunity to get the documents first." The two moved carefully along the shadow, not knowing that their every move had already been captured by the camera hidden in the dark.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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