The Demon’s Menu

Behind the door, it was dark.

Behind him, the wreckage of the car was ablaze.

With the brilliance of the flames, Jason could roughly see the layout of the room.

It was as dilapidated as the exterior, there was no extra furniture, and the floors were mostly broken, especially in the corridor near the door. '.

Obviously, anyone who pushes the door and walks in directly will fall down.

A straight hanging ladder was buckled on the side near the door.

The 'temporary employer' just opened the door just a crack, not only to protect himself, but also because he was talking to me from the ladder.

Such a comprehension emerged in his heart, causing Jason to check the ladder more and more carefully.

Since the other party is so cautious, it is very likely that they will not simply set up a trap.

Soon, Jason made a discovery.

On the fourth step of the ladder, what appears to be solid metal is actually spliced ​​together.

This is for those who avoided the first trap.

The source of both is at the bottom of the ladder.

One by one, there are steel nails that are as long as a finger.

The steel nails are densely distributed, and there is a clear passage in the middle. There is no doubt that this is the place where the temporary employer just walked.

Half leaning on the ladder, he grabbed the ladder with his right hand. Jason used the dead branch in his left hand to widen the 'passage' on the ground. Then, he poked the ground with the dead branch to confirm that there would be no more traps. Just stepped down.

Exploring the road with dead branches, Jason took seven or eight steps forward along this 'passage'. After getting out of the range of the steel nails, he turned into another corridor, and a heavy curtain blocked in front of him.

The curtain hung down from the top of the head and fell to the ground, covering the eyes tightly without any gap.

If it were me, there would definitely be a shotgun behind the curtain, and the trigger was tied to the fishing line and connected to both sides of the curtain. No matter which side of the curtain was pulled, the shotgun would be pulled...

With this thought in mind, Jason took two steps back subconsciously, retreated to the corner, protruded the dead branches in his hands in a posture that was almost against the wall and prostrate on the ground, and carefully reached under the curtain, and then , after retracting his head, his fingertips gently pushed aside the curtain.

Light!

Bright light shone from the corner of the curtain, like a knife cutting the darkness into two, and printed it in front of Jason's eyes. After he took a deep breath, he stuck his head out.

The rammed earth ground is no different from the ground beneath him, and the legs of the table can only be seen halfway due to the angle.

Thankfully, there were no shotguns or other traps within sight of him.

However, Jason still carefully checked the entire curtain with dead branches, and then got up and walked over to lift the whole heavy curtain.

The more dazzling light made Jason couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

In front of him is a room of about fifty square meters, filled with tables.

On these tables, there are more than twenty lit monitors showing the whole of Tell Street.

No wonder he grasped the timing so well!

Jason thought to himself, and his gaze followed the monitor's power cord to the socket embedded in the wall.

Electricity, or except for limited water, more complete public facilities will not exist in District 26!

In fact, after entering zone 20, electricity becomes a limited time supply.

And it can make the 26 districts without electricity suddenly have electricity, plus this one by one supporting monitoring facilities...

It seems that the position of this temporary employer in the hearts of the big man is far more important than I thought!

In the same way, the plan of the great man,

Also bigger than expected.

After all, in the 26 districts without electricity, it would not be a simple matter to arrange such a big hand even for that big man.

This is mixed news for Jason.

The good thing is: he doesn't have to worry about the unlucky guy who just died being the target of the 'big guy'.

He has plenty of time to stay here.

The bad thing is: he will face an even worse situation, not only the revenge after being discovered by the 'big man', but also the enemy that the 'big man' has to face becomes his.

The other party is definitely not a simple guy.

Otherwise, the 'big man' would not be so troublesome.

Glancing at the monitor in front of him again, Jason seemed to have seen countless enemies, rushing towards him, wanting to devour his flesh and blood.

call, call.

Unable to bear, Jason took a few deep breaths.

He forced himself to calm down.

Panic is of no use to him now.

It will only make the situation worse.

Then, his eyes began to scan the surroundings.

He needs to find more useful, valuable items to help him through this difficult time.

And this is another important purpose of his entry here.

Soon, Jason made a discovery.

In the corner of the room, two rectangular wooden crates were placed side by side, and on top of the wooden crate on the left was the package he had just 'posted'.

He walked over quickly, Jason did not open the box immediately, but first checked the two wooden crates and the 'package' just now, and after confirming that no traps such as 'booby traps' were placed, did the two wooden crates and the The 'packages' are all open.

In the wooden crate on the left is a UZ submachine gun, two matching 50-round magazines filled with bullets, and three K2 defensive grenades. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The wooden crate on the right is neatly stacked with cans, bottled water, and a miniature medical kit containing alcohol, gauze, bandages, needles, anti-inflammatory drugs and other items.

The 'encapsulation' is much simpler, just a black-brown notebook.

Jason, who was extremely insecure, immediately picked up the UZ submachine gun, confirmed that the magazines with the gun were full, and put the two magazines and three K2 grenades into the trouser pocket and the inner pocket of the jacket respectively. breathed.

In addition to the two MF92 pistols before, Jason's body can be said to be full to the brim, especially the waist, which is even more painful, but the sense of security is unprecedented.

After all this was done, Jason picked up the alcohol gauze to wrap himself up.

The wound was much smaller than Jason had imagined, and the bullet didn't stay in the body.

No bullets or sutures are required.

This allowed Jason to deal with the wound several times faster.

In order not to waste alcohol, Jason did not directly rinse the wound with alcohol, but first soaked the alcohol with some gauze, then cleaned the wound with these gauze, and then bandaged it.

After cleaning the wound, the gauze stained with blood was thrown by Jason on the wooden crate, next to the notebook.

Naturally, Jason picked up the notebook.

From the outside, the black-brown notebook is just an ordinary notebook with an age, except that the black-brown cover should be cowhide, there is nothing worth paying attention to.

But as a 'package' entrusted by a 'big man', Jason will not be careless.

And the next moment, also proved Jason correct.