Tritium lamps, which burn eternally, are embedded in the walls on both sides of the steps, illuminating the area with their faint light.
After an unknown amount of time, Duke Storm finally saw a clearing ahead, lit by lights, with boxes of completely sealed supplies laid out on the ground.
The king chuckled self-deprecatingly: "That ancestor experienced a nuclear winter, so he instructed his descendants to always leave enough supplies here to last for more than thirty years, and never to disobey. Those who have experienced hunger always crave food more."
Duke Storm nodded in understanding.
This underground fortification is huge, like a giant plaza, with more than a dozen houses built on it...
Like an underground military base.
Moreover, there are many passages here, and it's unclear where they lead.
The empty underground fortifications were swept by a cold wind. Sometimes, the Storm Duke would hear strange sounds, as if they were far away, yet also close at hand.
It's very strange.
King Roosevelt glanced at him: "I will tell you where each passage leads later, but that is not the purpose of bringing you here."
As the king walked inside, the Duke of Storms came across a villa-style building with its exterior walls covered in red symbols.
He was startled, feeling that some kind of dangerous creature was being held inside.
However, the house seemed to have a magical power; even though he resisted it from the bottom of his heart, he felt that something inside was calling to him.
The king pushed open the door and entered. Duke Storm saw that in the villa’s spacious living room, there were seven coffins made of pure gold.
The aged king asked, "Do you know the value of gold?"
Duke Storm nodded: "It's currency."
“No,” the aged king shook his head and smiled, “It has been known for a long time that only gold can shield one’s fate. Come in, this is a gift from your family, and it is also the foundation for your eastern expedition.”
Chapter 872, The Storm Is Coming
Return countdown: 56:00:00.
On the "No. 11" airship.
"Cough cough cough," He Jinqiu coughed violently, and no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, he couldn't stop.
Qing Chen looked at He Jinqiu and asked in a low voice, "How are you?"
He Jinqiu thought for a moment: "I should have another month... of course, it could be even less."
If it weren't for Mr. He's formidable strength, he probably would have been bedridden long ago.
Qing Chen remained silent; he could sense the other person's unwillingness to accept defeat.
He had finally cultivated to Rank A, just one step away from becoming a demigod, but now he died of a terminal illness during the best years of his life.
If it were me, I wouldn't be willing to accept it either.
Qingchen typed on his phone to prevent any eavesdropping devices from being in the room: "Actually, I've always known that the drugs that help you coexist with cancer have side effects. After the injection, you'll become extremely bloodthirsty and crave protein intensely... But I once saw a test subject underground who still retained his consciousness. According to him, over the long years, he had learned how to control his desires."
He Jinqiu looked out the window and replied in writing: "Are you thinking that maybe I will become that kind of monster?"
Qing Chen nodded: "Yes. I've been thinking about something. Could it be that Ren Xiaosu became a god because he was a knight and unlocked all his genetic locks? You know, there were also superhumans among the experimental subjects of the Fire Seed Company, but only Ren Xiaosu succeeded. If there's anything that makes him different from others, it's that the knight's training method is different from everyone else's."
He Jinqiu: "I was also wary before, but I no longer have the chance to unlock the genetic lock."
He had no choice.
Qingchen nodded: "I understand what you mean. I'll take this gamble for you. But if you become a test subject, I will find a way to imprison you until you learn how to control your desires."
He Jinqiu laughed and said, "If I really become a gray-skinned experimental subject, you'd better just kill me. I can't accept becoming such an ugly monster. Remember to burn me to ashes too, and don't let anyone see my ghostly appearance after I die."
Mr. He is still the same Mr. He who values appearances.
Qing Chen smiled, turned around and went out, pulling Bolton aside to ask, "Marquis, could you ask the Fifth Princess to help find a drug that can coexist with cancer? As long as you help me get this drug, it will offset my previous merits, and I won't be poached by Silver City."
Bolton's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded: "I'll make the call right away."
Right now, Bolton is busy arguing with the Eleventh Prince, and Qing Chen has made such a simple request, how could they not grant it? This isn't some particularly precious medicine, just a bit uncommon.
He immediately made a phone call, and the fifth princess on the other end of the line readily agreed, stating that the research lab studying the drug was located within her pharmaceutical company.
At most 8 hours, her people will be able to get the medicine and deliver it to Silver City as quickly as possible.
The Fifth Princess instructed: "This drug currently has significant flaws, and I do not recommend He to be injected with it. If He loses his mind after the injection, he must be killed."
It seems that the Fifth Princess is well aware that this drug can create ferocious, gray-skinned experimental subjects. These subjects have an extreme craving for protein and are likely to turn into man-eating monsters.
But He Jinqiu had already considered the consequences.
After hanging up the phone, He Jinqiu felt noticeably relieved. Whether she lived or died, at least there would be a result.
However, two hours later, the Fifth Princess suddenly called: "The research lab in Storm City was suddenly attacked by an unidentified expert. The attacker destroyed all the data and took away the only two samples of the drug!"
Qing Chen and He Jinqiu looked at each other, feeling that this was too much of a coincidence.
They had just made this request to Bolton when the lab was immediately attacked?
The other party must have decided to take action on short notice, otherwise the timing wouldn't have been so coincidental.
So now there are three possibilities.
The first reason was that the Fifth Princess didn't want to give it, but she didn't want to offend Bolton, so she put on a show, pretending to go and get it, and then lying that it had been stolen.
The second possibility is that a fortune teller sensed something through prophecy and then arranged this robbery.
The third... When Qingchen thought of the third possibility, he fell into deep thought.
He Jinqiu stood there, her energy and spirit seemingly dissipating in an instant, and even her expression became much more tired.
When Qingchen looked over, Boss He smiled and said, "This is probably fate."
"I'm going back to Storm City right now to track down the killer," Qing Chen said solemnly. "I don't believe the other party didn't leave any clues at all."
He Jinqiu said, "It's definitely too late, and the other party might have destroyed the medicine... I'm going to wash my face."
As he spoke, he went into the bathroom. Qingchen could only hear the sound of rushing water. Boss He seemed to be in a daze. It wasn't until half an hour later that he came out of the bathroom.
He Jinqiu typed on her phone for Qing Chen: "Before I die, I will help you destroy the Empire's TOP military base. This is the last thing I want to do. Where are the coordinates?"
Qing Chen replied: "700 kilometers south of Baiyin City."
Both He Jinqiu and Qing Chen had resolute expressions on their faces. If this military base was not destroyed, the Eastern Continent would forever be shrouded in the shadow of nuclear deterrence.
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...
"How about we go hunting?" Old Eleven suddenly said in the command room. "It's too boring to go back to Silver City so early. Let's go hunt some game!"
Bolton complained, "You were so slow on the way back, and now you're making excuses not to go back to Silver City. The airship my wife sent to Silver City has already arrived, but we're still not here! You're just trying to stall for time so you can poach people before we get to Silver City!"
Old Eleven said with a smile, "So what if I am? Otherwise, why don't you jump down?"
Marquis Bolton glanced at the ground through the window, then shrank back: "Hunting it is!"
He Jinqiu typed to Qingchen on her phone: I glanced at the map. It's only 230 kilometers from here to the military base. At our speed, we can get there in a day. After we land, we'll go hunting with Lao Shiyi and then quickly break away from the group.
Qingchen stared at the map on the holographic sand table, lost in thought.
On the holographic map, the ground 230 kilometers away is flat and there is nothing there.
But he knew that the Empire's TOP military base was there.
However, Qingchen felt a strange worry in his heart.
He pondered for a moment, then typed in response: "We'll move out once the hunt begins."
The No. 11 airship slowly descended to the ground.
The old man changed into a training uniform and unloaded dozens of mountain off-road motorcycles from the airship. The three huge wheels of these motorcycles were like the feet of giants, with extremely strong grip.
The eleventh brother laughed and said, "How about we make a bet? If I hunt more prey than you, you'll have to give me the steward."
Bolton was furious: "He's a free man, not my slave. Why should I gamble with him?"
The eleventh brother scoffed, "Coward."
With that, he twisted the accelerator and sped off, the huge tires kicking up dust that left Bolton with a mouthful of ash.
Bolton sat on the motorcycle, stunned for a long time, not knowing how to drive it: "Butler, butler! How do you drive this? Why isn't the throttle working when I twist it? Huh? Where's the butler?"
Bolton turned his head and found that He Jinqiu and Qing Chen had already ridden away on their mountain bikes. He could only watch their backs slowly disappear into the distance.
"He probably didn't want to see me lose to that black knight, so he went to hunt for me," Marquis Bolton thought dejectedly...
Strangely, Qing Chen and He Jinqiu did not appear again from dawn to dusk.
Old Eleven returned with hundreds of prey, only to find him shirtless, carrying a wild boar king on his shoulder, his body stained with blood.
Bolton was startled by this brutal scene. With He and the butler not around, even if the other party killed him and left his body to rot in the wilderness, no one would know.
He said guiltily, "Butler He will be back soon, so don't do anything rash..."
Old Eleven chuckled: "You can't even lie properly."
Marquis Bolton asked timidly, "Have you seen them while you were hunting?"
“I haven’t seen them, but I know what happened,” the eleventh brother shook his head. “Don’t worry, we’ll just wait here for two days. As for whether we’ll be able to see them again, I can’t say for sure.”
Bolton was taken aback. Had something happened that he didn't know about?
However, at that moment, the eleventh prince said to several soldiers, "Take Marquis Bolton to the airship, confiscate his cell phone and all electronic devices, don't let him go out, and don't give him any chance to contact the Fifth Princess!"
Bolton was taken aback; this Eleventh Brother was far from as friendly as he had imagined!
"What are you trying to do?" Bolton was dragged into the airship by his arms, and he roared, "Are you plotting something? My wife won't let you get away with this!"
As the sun set, Old Eleven sat sideways on his motorcycle and lit a cigarette.
He was looking in the direction of the Empire's TOP military base, seemingly lost in thought.
A thick, dark cloud drifted in from the sky, completely obscuring the setting sun.
Plop, plop.
Raindrops fell to the ground, stirring up the earthy smell.