Chapter 185 Wufu 22 March

Xing Conglian walked through the dark underground pipeline. At that time, he did not know that at a certain moment, Lin Chen and him were only separated by a wall.

As if conscious, he stopped somewhere, raised a torch, and illuminated the passage in front of him. The mines built by the British are not that difficult, and most of the areas have kept the original drawings, with the exception of some creatures that are not within the scope of the plan.

Inside the damp and dark abandoned pipe, a three-colored spearhead pit viper entrenched in front of it as a nest.

Dynasty was so frightened that he almost cried out.

Xing Conglian pressed his hand against the wall of the cement pipe, and felt the slippery moss on his hands. He looked up at the top of his head, and suddenly his heart palpitated. The chill began to spread throughout his body from his chest, and a layer of goose bumps quickly appeared on his arms.

He paused for a while, and Kang An squeezed in front of him and asked, "Boss, shall I come?"

Xing Conglian ignored him. He came back to his senses, took out his dagger, took half a step forward, stepped on the snake's tail with one foot, and pinched the slippery snake's body with the other. Keep going.

...

Inside the mine cellar.

When Lin Chen's consciousness was about to blur, he vaguely felt that someone was looking at him.

At that time, he was resting on Duanyang's lap, Duanyang had already fallen asleep, and his breathing was hot, and all kinds of chaotic images appeared in his mind. Most of the pictures are related to Xing Conglian, and his consciousness no longer has the energy to restrain the subconscious.

There was a sound of breathing that didn't belong to him or Duanyang. He could only open his eyes slightly, and through the light that was so thin that he saw someone standing in front of the iron cage staring at them.

He woke up instantly.

The person outside the cage was wearing a long robe. After he looked carefully, he realized that it was a white coat. But the uniform was so long that it almost fell to the ankles, and the man wrapped in the robe was so skinny that standing in front of him looked like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

Lin Chen stroked his forehead and moved his gaze to the person's face with difficulty. At first glance, he just wanted to scold someone, the other party was wearing a pure white mask, and there were two bright red blood tears dripping from the eye sockets, like a ghost.

Probably because he moved too much, Duanyang also woke up. The moment he saw the man outside the cage, the young man exclaimed, "Ah, what the hell!"

Duanyang's voice seemed to wake up the beasts that were sleeping underground. Suddenly, many cages around them roared, and the iron cages shook, making a huge clanging sound.

"Shh."

The masked man put his index finger close to his lips, and the sound from behind the mask was pure electronic sound, with an inorganic coldness, but a lightness that mocked everything.

Lin Chen sat up straight, and always felt that Dana, a ghostly place, really had all kinds of mental illnesses. Although he pretended to be a ghost, the person in front of the cage was still a human being.

"Why?" he asked.

After he finished speaking, he felt that he was stupid. This is not the country of China. He speaks Chinese and the other party is like chicken and duck.

But suddenly, he really heard the long-lost, pure Chinese: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, come... come with me..."

The chains were opened, and the armed men guarding the cellar pulled them out of the cage and walked out.

...

From the sewers to the designated location, they only traveled for about fifteen minutes.

Very faint light poured down the drain, and the air had a rancid smell different from that of underground pipes.

They were blocked by an iron fence. Kang An took out his tools and wanted to remove the fence. Xing Conglian pushed the person behind him and kicked away the rusted railing in front of him.

The bars flew out, slammed to the ground, the dust rose, and they climbed out of the pipes.

After this loud bang, there was a rustling sound of running on the floor, as if someone heard the movement and rushed downstairs.

The floor was shaken, and taking advantage of the gap before the meeting, Xing Conglian didn't choose to take a gun. Instead, he took out a cigarette case from his wet waterproof pocket and lit it.

Intensive footsteps sounded from the corner and approached quickly. As they approached the door, the black barrel of the gun rushed out of the door.

Xing Cong even drank a cigarette, and after tracking the Gaomeng people for a whole week, they finally saw the embarrassed rainforest warrior.

Chao Dynasty held the notebook to his chest, and said to the almost naked Gao Meng man holding an AK47 in front of him: "Next... good afternoon!"

Xing Conglian took a breath, shook his ashes, and said in Gao Meng language, "Take me to see your chief."

...

Lin Chen's footsteps were weak, but he had to pretend not to be so miserable.

He put one hand on Duanyang's shoulder, examining the scene in front of him.

Honestly, if he hadn't been pretty sure he was kidnapped deep in the Dana rainforest, he would have thought he was visiting some national laboratory.

There was pure white in front of me. Under the incandescent light, there was a space about the size of two basketball courts. Many people in white lab coats were busy inside the moving door. No one would have thought that in the depths of an abandoned mine with a dilapidated appearance, there would be a laboratory with such advanced equipment.

There was a strange plastic smell in the air.

The laboratory staff handed over a full set of dustproof suits. Lin Chen's eyes kept on the ghostly masked man. The other party turned around and looked at them from the door, as if he was still smiling at them.

He and Duanyang were forced to stop at the door, put on light blue dustproof clothes, and the moment they put on the masks, the blocked breath made him feel like he was burning all over.

"Consultant Lin, where is this?"

Only then did Duanyang reply from the shock, and asked tremblingly.

"laboratory."

"I know it's a laboratory, but why is there such a large laboratory here, and who is funding it?"

When the moving door opened, the staff in the laboratory were obviously of extremely high quality, and they were just working hard without even looking at them.

"You ask me, who am I to ask?" Lin Chen coughed lowly and asked back.

"I...then why are they arresting us?" Duanyang said, and hurriedly covered his mouth, "I won't ask, I won't ask."

During the conversation, they passed an experimental bench, and some experimenters were analyzing a pure white powder.

"Can you recognize these experimental equipment and what are they used for?" Lin Chen grabbed Duanyang's arm and asked in a low voice.

"There seems to be a gas chromatograph, a mass spectrometer, a distillation column..."

"What kind of laboratory is this probably?"

"This should be a chemistry lab."

"Huh?" Lin Chen paused, thinking of the reason for Duanyang's kidnapping, he asked, "Drug research laboratory?"

"It's not like, there is no centrifuge here..."

Lin Chen shook his head. He looked at the focused eyes on the experimental bench and realized that there was actually something wrong with his previous cognition. The place that looked like a laboratory might not be a laboratory. It should be a chemical factory.

In a chemical factory deep in the three-needle zone, Lin Chen could probably guess what it was without looking at the scientific names of those powders.

He gently rubbed the ring on his hand, thinking of the middle-aged man who died tragically on the smuggling boat, and the identity of the other party became clearer gradually.

However, he was probably confused, and he only felt that although all this gradually revealed clues, it was too confusing.

...

Xing Cong has seen many miserable scenes, so the corpse in front of him is not so scary to him.

In a warehouse on the first floor of the factory, there are more than a dozen corpses, most of which are middle-aged men whose bodies have been smashed. Because the rainforest climate is really not conducive to the storage of corpses, many corpses have been covered with white maggots and stench. Difficult.

Wang Chao covered his mouth and nose in fright and pressed his face tightly against his back. Xing Conglian looked back and looked at the soldiers who aimed their guns at them.

The opponent seemed to have the stance of directly killing them here and then throwing them in.

"Old... boss..."

There was a cry in Wang Chao's voice, and Xing Cong looked at the corner pointed to by the young man, only to find a naked Gao Meng boy sleeping in the corner of the corpse pile.

Xing Conglian sighed inaudibly.

The bald-headed bar owner started to go mad at the door of the warehouse. He howled and wanted to rush in like a madman, which attracted the soldiers of the Gaomeng tribe with guns to point their guns at them nervously.

Kang An unlocked the gun insurance and stood in the frontmost position.

"How many people are upstairs?" Xing Conglian asked, throwing down the cigarette butt and stomping it out.

He didn't know how his words offended these savages, but the other party was even more excited, and his dark fingers squeezed the trigger.

At this moment, a weak voice came from the far end of the dilapidated corridor: "Stop!"

Xing Cong looked at Lianxunsheng, and saw someone walking slowly against the sun.

...

After walking through the not-so-long laboratory, Lin Chen and Duanyang came to the last office area of ​​the laboratory.

The style of the office is completely different from the cleanliness and tidy of the whole laboratory. It is filled with all kinds of waste and debris. There is an old tire on the desk. There are scraps of paper everywhere. The white magnetic board is covered with black handwriting, and the painting With all kinds of complex chemical formulas, at Lin Chen's level, he couldn't understand it at all.

Therefore, he could only look at the masked man in front of him with a more focused gaze. The two blood and tears on the other's mask were even more dazzling under the incandescent light.

He is 160cm tall, weighs 45kg, and has a shoe size of 230. He should be left-handed. Apart from that, Lin Chen found that he couldn't see the other person's other characteristics, including gender.

He looked at the handwriting on the whiteboard again, and at the masked man again, frowning slightly.

"Tell me about it," he said.

"Hee hee." The cold laughter of the machine came from behind the mask, and the man turned his head and pushed open the back door of the office.

Duanyang couldn't help screaming again and grabbed his hand hard.

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes and looked into the dimly lit space. There were countless small iron cages behind the door, and he couldn't see his head at all.

The cages were closed one after another with gray-brown wild monkeys. Those monkeys had pink faces. When he was in college, Lin Chen had specialized in studying this kind of monkeys. Their scientific name is rhesus monkey, which is an important species used in scientific experiments in countries around the world. You must know that a single rhesus monkey sells for more than 10,000 yuan in the international market. The nearly 100 experimental monkeys detained in this laboratory are worth 1 million yuan. Probably only in places like the Dana Rainforest. There is such an unbridled supply of monkeys.

The thin masked man stopped in front of a cage.

The light shone on his pale mask: "Give you a choice, do something for me, or be chopped into feed to feed my babies."