Chương 439: Is there really nothing?

Welles couldn't deny his discomfort at being looked at by everyone and walked straight to the door, but when he arrived he didn't expect this door to be just ordinary.

"I know what kind of door this is..." A soldier who used to work in construction explained that the function of this door should be to prevent moisture, so that people are more interested in the things inside.

If it's not food, not weapons or ammunition, and this door also protects the interior from moisture, what could it be?

The door was not closed, so after securing the area, Airon pressed the handle and pushed the door. As this door was made of metal, there was a grating sound, like metal scraping against the ground.

When the door opened, everyone breathed a sigh of relief to discover that there was no kind of secret mechanism this time.

At first glance, behind the door was a metal railing, and the corridor behind had changed direction, but there was a rusted bed on the railing.

Airon tried to push the door and, as expected, it did not move at all. After giving a signal to the soldiers behind him, they all moved.

"I want to fully open the door before we enter, help me!"

"Okay, let's count... One, two and three..."

"You're mine, baby!"

Crack!

Three people pulled with force and found that the handle and lock of the door in their hands were broken, and everyone who had stepped back due to the force exerted was surprised.

"For God's sake, how do we open this door?"

"Brute force!"

By the time someone suggested that idea, a soldier from the group approached with a hammer, and at first sight Airon knew that this hammer was quite large.

The man swung his arm and the hammer struck the iron bolt fiercely. The iron bolt bent slightly due to the impact force, and then the hammer continued to strike it.

While the sound of iron tinkling echoed in the cave, everyone felt good wearing these helmets that covered them from many interesting things.

Fortunately, this soldier was very strong and, with a few strikes, the rust on the surface seemed to fall to the ground.

After the door was opened enough, everyone walked inside and looked down the side hallway, all in combat formation in case an enemy was waiting for them.

What appeared in front of everyone was a deep corridor with separate rooms on both sides.

Welles looked at the railing behind him and said uncertainty, "It took a long time, and something tells me this looks like a prison."

Many were confused by these words.

"Are they building a prison in this kind of place? Is there any connection between this structure and a prison? What if this place is controlled by an artificial intelligence?"

"Like the Resident Evil movie?" A soldier from the back asked, and then everyone turned around.

"Uh, I was just talking casually."

After interrupting their conversation, Airon felt that the things stored here should be quite important and pointed to the nearest rooms.

"A prison is unlikely, but everyone should be careful, let's start with these two rooms." Airon pointed forward and warned, "The masks we have will protect us from any kind of toxic gas, do not take them off and remember to shoot first and ask questions later."

The P90 laser shone through night vision goggles and everyone positioned themselves at the nearest door, with Welles taking a step forward and placing his hand on the doorknob, while the rest nodded in guard.

It is possible to get a good result from this problem, so the benefits outweigh the losses.

Although the hallway was dark, night vision goggles provided everyone with good vision, but Airon still walked carefully.

As Welles counted on his fingers, dozens of weapons were aimed at the door.

Click!

Crack!

Welles turned the doorknob violently, then pushed hard, and at the same time, his body quickly moved to one side to make way for the other soldiers.

"Let's go!"

The lasers of dozens of P90s aimed towards the room, and the best part was that only Airon's group could see these lasers as they were specially designed to only be detected with night vision goggles.

In an instant, no one realized that there was a strong odor of decay coming from the room, but as everyone had special helmets and suits that covered every part of their bodies, no one noticed, but they did notice two highly decomposed walkers running towards them.

"Targets one and two, move and open fire!"

Airon, who had a calm expression on his face and a cold attitude, visualized the enemy and ordered them to fire.

Bang! Bang!

The best part about the P90 is that it has single and automatic firing, so bullets can be saved a lot and its cost is very low for the number of walkers that can be eliminated.

After carefully inspecting the two walker corpses on the ground, it was obvious that they were wearing active soldier clothing, and even the weapons on their bodies were also in active service. He picked up a weapon and found that the lot number was quite modern.

"Why do I feel like this is a prison?"

Welles' voice sounded again, and this time even the few people around him didn't make any noise, and it seemed like they believed his words a little.

However, Luke, who was still crouched observing the corpse, shook his head again: "You're thinking too much, these two should be the guards here, look at this."

After speaking, he picked up a bunch of keys from the waist of a soldier and shook them.

The keys jingled, and at the same time, everyone saw Airon stand up and walk towards the wall.

"What is this? Does it look like something that needs weekly maintenance?"

Welles narrowed his eyes and looked at the paper. It contained the content of monthly work and weekly results. From this, it can be seen that there should be more than these two people in this place, which means that there are likely to be walkers in other places such as rooms or even survivors.

"This should be a warehouse, but the stored things need regular maintenance, so some troops stayed in this place..."

"What could it be?"

Welles has some expectations, as an active soldier he knows very well that it must be a batch of precious supplies that the government attaches great importance to, otherwise, if they are just some weapons and ammunition, the government will never send troops to the garrison.

"Let's see, will we find out?"

Then they thoroughly investigated the rooms in this corridor, discovering that this corridor was only the highest structure here, and there was an elevator at the end of the corridor. To their surprise, the first floor was clearly in shutdown mode, but the elevator still worked.

"Airon, there are a total of six underground floors, and this place is really giant!"

Looking at the six buttons with a minus sign in the elevator, Airon was not surprised. He told everyone to take it easy and then said in a worried tone, "It seems that this place is probably not just a warehouse, that is, there is likely to be a large number of walkers below, and this elevator cannot accommodate so many people at once, so a complete plan must be made."

As he spoke, Airon pointed to the top of the elevator, opened the safety window with the butt of his gun, and looked at Welles with a smile.

"Shall I go?"

Everyone laughed, and someone patted him on the shoulder and joked, "Just make a sacrifice, in case something happens, at least we will be safe."

Airon also smiled slightly, but he was not joking.

"We need two people to take the elevator from the safety window to hide, and then use a control to operate the elevator, at least to have an escape route in case we encounter a horde of walkers."

"I want a group to go back and get ballistic shields!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Also, bring more ammunition, food, and some superior class weapons!"

"Understood!"

Airon began to give orders and everyone moved outside. Some placed green light bars on the road just for safety and sealed the doors they had already cleared in case any anomalies arose.

Welles became increasingly nervous as he saw all the preparations Airon was making. And for some strange reason, he would have liked Daryl to be in the group. If that guy were there, he would definitely be the first to stand up.

"Well, you come with me."

"Yes, sir."

...

"In position, sir!"

"Weapons ready!"

"The group that stays here must secure the place!"

"Yes, sir!"

The elevator slowly descended to the second floor, and soon made a ding, and arrived at the first group led by Airon on the second floor.

Looking at the elevator door that slowly opened, the people with ballistic shields in front saw the place and there was exactly one corridor similar to the one above.

"Let's go to the next one!"

The next one is the third floor and the second one is the fourth floor, all of which are the same corridors as the first floor.

"It doesn't seem dangerous."

Just as Welles' tense nerves relaxed, Airon patted him on the body and warned, "Don't relax, why is there no one when it should be active? I suspect that there must be walkers in the remaining two lower floors or worse, something more terrifying than that."