Super Zoo

The team member was lying at the door of the next room. Following his gaze, he saw that there was also an empty room behind the iron door.

In the center of the room was a reclining chair commonly seen in dental clinics, with several belts with buckles tied to the reclining chair. In the corner of the room was a washing sink, with a leather hose connected to the faucet, dragging on the ground like a dead snake.

Similarly, blood stains were found on the reclining chair.

This corridor was not very long. At a glance, there were only more than 20 rooms in total. Soon, Lyudmila and her team members checked most of the rooms.

All the rooms were empty, and various medical equipment were placed in the rooms. All of them were covered with dust and had obviously been abandoned for a long time.

However, I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but all the team members always felt that in addition to the stale smell in the air, there was also a strong smell of blood. Large patches of long-dried blood stains could be found on the equipment in all the rooms.

The largest room is more than 50 square meters. In the middle, there is a machine table like a factory assembly line. The entire wall on the opposite side is built into dozens of closed compartments of about one square meter, divided into two rows.

The compartments are one by one. The space is definitely not suitable for normal adults, but it is just right for small and medium-sized animals. Lyudmila even found a lot of hair in several compartments.

The ground was covered with dust, leaving a row of footprints. Lyudmila twisted the rusty faucet hard, and the faucet made a dry sound of "ho ho", but no drop of water was left.

"Damn, what the hell is this place?! Search around for suspicious clues!" Lyudmila frowned. An abandoned underground hospital? Research institute? Or a secret prison for torturing prisoners?

Where are the two captured female government soldiers?

"Boss, look here!"

A team member squatted at one end of the machine table and pointed his gun at a protruding piece on the back of the machine table.

There was a row of steel stamps on it, in German, and the team members didn't understand German very well.

There was a very strange pattern under the German, which was not any known commercial logo.

There were several numbers clearly printed behind the pattern: 1942.

"Could this place be built in 1942?" Lyudmila pressed the intercom beside her ear: "Chekov, there is a row of German here, come and take a look."

"Swish, swish..." There was a slight noise from the other end of the intercom, and it seemed that someone was talking, but it was not very clear what it was.

"Damn this broken place! Why is there such serious electromagnetic interference?!" Lyudmila cursed a little annoyed.

"Boss, there is a person here!"

Lyudmila turned around suddenly, left the room, and followed the team member to a room at the end of the corridor.

This room was cleaner than the other rooms, but there was nothing to decorate it. There was only a black iron bed, on which lay a young Western man wearing only briefs, motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Since it was the last room and the last one to be searched, there was actually an iron fence elevator at the deepest part of this room that only appeared in the 1930s and 1940s!

Among all the rooms, only this room was locked.

"Break the door."

What Lyudmila and her group did not notice was that at the moment they used electric welding to break the door, one of the switches in the row of switches in the main gate of the underground corridor suddenly jumped and turned off.

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"Oh, God, this is simply a paradise for finding chicks. There are no laws, no morals. As long as you have money or are handsome enough, hot chicks will come to you on their own!"

Less than a mile away from the Moran International Mercenaries attacking the manor, there was a three-story hotel on a remote road. Bill walked drunkenly in the corridor, and all he could think of was the hot Eastern European chick just now.

He was very glad for his decision. He was about to get married, and he was ready to indulge himself one last time before officially entering married life. He didn't tell anyone and traveled alone in several Eastern European countries.

The "quality" of Eastern European women is well-known. They have the hot bodies of Western women, the delicate skin of Eastern women, and the most open sexual concepts in the world.

Compared with the West, Eastern European countries are actually relatively poor, and pure Western men are very popular with Eastern European girls.

In short, Eastern European countries are a paradise for hunting for beauties.

With this idea in mind, Bill planned to travel around Eastern Europe, have sex for a month, and after having enough Eastern European girls, he would go back and get married honestly, and from then on be a good man who puts family first.

Unexpectedly, at the first stop, in this shabby hotel in a small town in the countryside of Ukraine, he met a local girl who took the initiative to chat up with him. Bill only spent three US dollars to buy her a glass of wine, and she left her room number.

The door of room 2046 was ajar, and the sound of water splashing could be heard from inside. Bill walked into the room, closed the door with his backhand, and drunkenly leaned against the wall, smiling at the bathroom and saying, "Honey, I hope I didn't walk into the wrong room."

A familiar laugh came from inside: "Believe me, a handsome British man like you will not be rejected no matter which Ukrainian girl's room you walk into. Of course, the premise is that you don't let your wife know this..."

A tall and troublesome blonde beauty walked out of the bathroom, wearing only a large bath towel. The two plump semicircles outside the bath towel were stained with water drops that had not yet been wiped off.

"Haha, baby, have you forgotten what I just told you, I am traveling alone." Bill naturally hugged the waist of the woman in the bath towel.

"Oh? Do you have any friends with you?" The woman's eyes were as charming as silk, and her eyes were full of electricity.

"Of course not, do you want a 3P?" Bill asked with a smile.

"Nothing, just confirm that you are alone."

The woman's smile suddenly became a little weird. Bill was about to say something, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist, his whole body twitched, and his body fell softly to the ground, foaming at the mouth, unconscious.

The smile on the woman's face had changed from charming to cruel, and she held a stun gun in her hand.

"Nicole, two idiots have been fooled by this guy. We can complete our mission this month ahead of schedule. Maybe there will be a good reward from the headquarters."

A burly bald man came out of the bathroom. He was only wearing a pair of short leather pants, revealing his muscles that were so strong that they were a little scary. He grinned and showed a mouthful of rotten teeth. At first glance, he looked like a miniature version of the Hulk.

"Stop talking nonsense. Send him to the basement and lock him up with the pig." Nicole turned around and opened the closet. There was a small button at the innermost part of the closet. When she reached out and pressed it, the closet automatically opened, revealing the wall behind it.

On the old wall, there was actually an old-fashioned elevator entrance.