1792: C1792 Damn Gas Mask

C1792 Damn Gas Mask

Lee Nanfang had already been in the main Crete Island base for quite some time.

The gas mask on top of his head gave him a good cover.

They let him be treated by the guards as one of their own and brought him to the heavily guarded main base.

The leader of the guards gave him an order and went to the equipment room to change his clothes. Then, he immediately left through the front door of the base to defend against the invaders.

Facing such a kind-hearted person, Lee Nanfang obviously couldn't go and harm the other party's life.

Nodding vigorously, he obediently followed the Leader's instructions and left.

Once they left, they could forget about waiting for Boss Lee to reunite with them.

Lee Nanfang had to figure out the structure of the base and find a room.

That was where Avril had been under house arrest for the past few months.

The members of the Dongyang pseudo-Red Army had opened up a passage from the underground of that room and entered the base to take Avril away.

However, in such a huge research facility, there were countless of different types of rooms. The only thing that could be confirmed was that the room was at the bottom of the entire base.

Therefore, Lee Nanfang only needed to search at the bottom layer.

How could he be sure if the place he belonged to was the lowest level?

It was very simple. Just knock out a guard, take his identity card, activate the elevator, and press the button at the bottom level. Everything would be fine.

Maybe the secret base on the Crete Island had existed for thirty years, but it had never experienced any sort of attack. This caused the people here to become numb to the hidden danger of safety.

Lee Nanfang searched the entire way and met more than a dozen people. They even shared the same elevator with a young man and woman in white coats.

No one doubted his identity.

There were even people who completely ignored the gas mask on his face, and warmly smiled and nodded at him.

Since it's such a relaxed environment, why should we worry?

He began to strut around.

From the looks of it, the lowest floor was where they were, where the staff members of the base were supposed to rest and entertain themselves.

There were hundreds of rooms in the dorm that he could think through.

In such a complicated environment, finding the place where Avril had once been imprisoned would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The only way was to grab a person and ask.

To the aboriginals of the Crete Island, Avril, who had Gene Code s in her head, was equivalent to a goddess of war who was guiding them towards victory.

These guys didn't know anyone, and there was no way they didn't know the Goddess.

Any one.

It didn't matter if you were a man or a woman, as long as you could speak the human language.

However, every time someone encountered something, it would always happen once or twice when they were extremely evil.

On the way to the lowest level, Lee Nanfang didn't want to meet anyone, but there was always someone wandering around in front of him.

Now, he needed someone to answer his questions. He needed to walk around the base's bottom half a circle, but he couldn't see any living beings.

When he was really at a loss about what to do, the loud and clear national singing instantly attracted Lee Nanfang's attention.

Even though Boss Lee grew up in the mountains, he was sent abroad after he became sensible.

However, with the Chinese blood flowing in his bones, he was very familiar with the national anthem, especially with a teacher like Xie Qingshang. If he didn't know how to sing the national anthem, his legs would have been broken by Xie Laosi.

Someone was singing the national anthem at the bottom of a secret organization's research base.

Are you surprised?

Surprise?

Without any hesitation, Lee Nanfang sped up his footsteps and ran towards the source of the sound.

Through a small window on the door, he saw Prof. Zhang Zhidong, who was tied up on the operating table.

The white-haired old man had a resolute expression on his face. He sang the national anthem over and over again, ignoring the fact that the person beside him had grabbed his arm and was about to stab a needle into his veins.

Lee Nanfang saw it clearly.

If one were to think about the unknown green liquid in the syringe, one would know that it was not a high-protein nutrient solution.

The enemy was preparing to torture the Chinese in order to force the old professor to do something.

No matter how anxious Lee Nanfang was about Avril's situation, he couldn't just watch his compatriots suffer.

He raised his hand and gripped a short submachine gun. He took two steps back and was about to kick open the door in front of him and rush in to save the hostage.

It was already chaotic outside and the base's sirens were ringing non-stop as well. It was not as bad as the chaos he stirred up that led to their location being exposed.

Lee Nanfang pressed his center of gravity forward and poured all of his strength into his right foot. He only wanted to be able to inflict a heavy blow on the door that seemed to be quite sturdy.

However, once he broke through the door, he would be able to kill all the enemies in the short period of time when the people in the room were scared silly.

Everything was going according to Lee Nanfang's plan.

At least, until his feet touched the door.

However, in the next moment, something strange happened.

Who would have thought that among the group of people who were about to torture the hostages, there would be someone who would suddenly pee his pants, turn around and open the door, preparing to release the water.

Lee Nanfang kicked with all his might.

He hadn't been able to kick open the door, but he'd sent a pitiful person flying with a kick.

That person was sent flying and crashed into the innermost wall. His head tilted to the side and he no longer had to worry about letting the water go.

It wasn't a big deal for Lee Nanfang to kill someone with one kick.

However, the series of consequences of that person's death caused a bitter smile to appear on his face.

As he flew backward, his hand would return, bringing with it a rack of torture instruments erected in the middle of the room.

A metal nail hanging from the frame fell down and smashed into the foot of another bandit who was watching the show from the side.

The gangster who had been nailed in his foot wailed, wanting to fall to the side. In order to maintain his balance, he brandished his claws and bared his fangs in an attempt to find something to support his balance.

He accidentally pressed down on the table beside him.

There was a sumptuous meal on the table.

These delicacies were prepared for the Expedition Team leaders of the other four nations.

They did things according to the gangsters' requirements, so they naturally received special treatment. This was also where they put on an act for Prof. Zhang Zhidong, who still hadn't compromised in the end.

Their hands and feet were still chained, unable to move. They could only lie prone on the table, sucking away the liquid food.

When the table was held down by the fallen bandits and sent flying from the other side.

The four people at the table lowered their heads, afraid to see what happened to Zhang Zhidong. They were so lucky that they were pushed to the side until their chins were pressed against the table.

The four of them simultaneously raised their heads.

He happened to fall behind them, in the arms of the four bandits who were responsible for looking after the hostages.

The men loaded and pulled the triggers, ready for an emergency.

As a result, if something really happened, they wouldn't be able to react in time. Even the act of pulling the trigger was unintentional.

The four submachine guns fired furiously and the bullets flew everywhere in the room.

Breaking a light bulb on the roof, piercing the thigh of some unlucky guy.

The criminals who were about to inject the virus into Prof. Zhang Zhidong were completely frightened.

Lee Nanfang, who wanted to kill all the enemies, had no choice but to retreat.

This kind of situation where bullets flew everywhere was the most unique and hard to control.

Don't think that Lee Nanfang could still avoid all the bullets after entering the small room that was dozens of square meters. Even if that old woman, Goddess of Fortune, came here herself, she could only lie on the ground and pray for good luck.

The gunfire went on for more than ten seconds.

In the entire room, anything that was easy to break was turned into dust.

Miserable wails filled the air.

Relatively speaking, the safest ones were the four warriors who had fired their weapons.

Lee Nanfang understood this point. That's why, the moment the gunfire stopped, he turned around and aimed at the four people inside the door in preparation to shoot them.

Unfortunately, it was the same old saying. The ideal was very full and the reality was very strong.

The spear-wielding guards of Crete Island weren't idiots either, and they wouldn't casually become a live target for others.

As soon as they let go of the trigger and stopped the senseless shooting, they grabbed the hostages in their arms and used them as a shield.

Lee Nanfang came in too quickly, which was not enough time for them to react properly.

However, Lee Nanfang took a long time to find the right shooting position, which was more than enough for them to aim and fire back.

The guns in their hands were raised again.

Lee Nanfang's mind was in a whirl as he exited the door for the second time.

There was no other way.

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The group on the other side could shoot without restraint, but Lee Nanfang couldn't.

He was here to rescue the hostages. He could not let the hostages be killed by blind bullets.

In addition, there was another thing that he still couldn't understand.

Why did it seem so easy to him in the past? But now, it had become so difficult.

He could have rushed into the door the first time, taking advantage of all sorts of accidents and rolling in on the spot. After that, he would immediately kill the four armed robbers to prevent the bullets from flying out. There was no need to leave.

Even if he had withdrawn.

He could also take advantage of the time it took for the bullets to fly all over the place and lie down in front of the door, using the door frame as a cover to get rid of the other threatening bandits inside the house.

In short, there were many methods to rescue the hostages if they wanted to successfully kill the enemy.

However, he always felt that his field of vision was limited, and his hearing was limited. This resulted in his reaction being sluggish, and his brain being unable to make the most accurate judgement.

Therefore, he made the best of every opportunity.

After his second helpless retreat, he had finally used up all of his luck after entering the base.

"Don't move!"

A furious roar echoed from behind.

The four submachine guns were right behind him, aiming for his vital parts.

When Lee Nanfang had no choice but to raise his hands and surrender, the gas mask on his head was suddenly torn off.

The entire world became incomparably clear.

All sorts of light sounds could not escape his sensitive hearing.

He finally understood what had affected his performance.

That damned gas mask!

Who would be able to carry that kind of crap without affecting their sensory sensitivity?

It didn't matter who it was, it didn't matter who it was.

A gas mask allowed him to successfully sneak into the bottom layer of the secret base, making him helplessly become an enemy captive under the gun.

"Speak, who are you?" I already felt that something was wrong with you just now. I've been waiting for you up there for so long, but you still haven't appeared. Where did you get this set of clothes from?

The person who spoke was the first group of four cell guards that Lee Nanfang met after he came down from the elevator.

They treated Lee Nanfang as one of their own and waited for him to change his equipment. Together, they went to the front gate to defend against the enemy's invasion.

In the end, they waited left and right, but Lee Nanfang didn't come back.

They realized that something was wrong, so they grabbed a passing researcher and asked him. Only then did they find out that the guy with a gas mask had gone to the bottom layer of the base.

The four of them chased after him.

In the end, Lee Nanfang was captured here.

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