my stealth fighter

Chapter 249 Shelter
Seeing the very characteristic signs and slogans of the times, the nuns vaguely guessed that this semi-basement might be a civil defense fortification many years ago.

Schools are supposed to serve as shelters in emergency situations. School classrooms are generally built stronger than private houses, and the wide and unsheltered playground can even serve as a gathering area for refugees when an earthquake strikes.

The area of ​​the basement is about half the size of the playground, and it is divided into many areas with different functions, such as material room, toilet, collective bedroom, motor room, air and water circulation filtration system, etc.

The load-bearing walls are thick and strong, and the interior is reinforced with steel bars, showing the characteristics of that special era. In order to survive the nuclear, biological and chemical warfare, the shelter was built at a cost, including the various equipment equipped inside. From today's perspective Come on, they are all big, heavy, stupid, and ugly obsolete goods.

Still, it's amazing that these big, heavy, stupid, ugly things are still functioning after such a long time!
Inexplicably a little touching.

The factories in that era were very simple, unlike the current manufacturers who deliberately made the products delicate and fragile in order to encourage users to replace new products periodically.

If the current small, exquisite, energy-saving, and high-tech products are equipped in this shelter, I am afraid that it will not be able to start it in ten years...

Other things in the basement, such as tables, chairs, shelves, and beds, are all full of a sense of the times, and many things are embellished with five-pointed red stars.

Walking into this basement is like stepping through time and space.

Of course, these machines are too old after all, even if they are still working, the noise they make is really unbearable, it is hard for these villagers to stay in the basement.

To make matters worse, the number of villagers hiding inside obviously exceeded the design capacity of the underground shelter, and the air purification and circulation systems were overwhelmed. The indoor air was quite turbid, barely enough to keep people alive, and coughing kept coming and going.

When Catherine broke through the door just now, she noticed that the hidden door was extremely heavy. It seemed to be made of stainless steel. There was a thick layer of asbestos sandwiched between the two layers of fine steel door panels to protect against the impact of nuclear explosions or large-tonnage bomb explosions. and high temperature.

Everything here is to survive the doomsday.

However, the nuclear apocalypse that people imagined in the past has not come, but here the villagers survived the threat of demons, at least most of them survived.

The lights in the underground shelter are still old incandescent lamps. The disadvantage is low brightness and high energy consumption. However, there are explosion-proof nets to prevent accidental breakage. Several villagers brought their own hand-cranked emergency lights to illuminate the room.

Catherine asked two nuns to guard the door, and she and two other nuns went into the basement. This was to prevent accidents from happening and causing everyone to be dumped.

The villagers were all unkempt, just like refugees from Africa. The men stood tremblingly in front, while the old, young, women and children shrank behind.

"Why! Why break the door!" a woman screamed hysterically.

Some children managed to stop crying, but were so frightened by the screams that they started crying again.

"Quick! Block the door! Otherwise the evil spirits will kill us all!"

The woman staggered and wanted to close the door, but Catherine grabbed her and slapped her on the face, causing her to turn half a circle on the spot and fall to the ground.

"To shut up!"

Just as the villagers were about to start a commotion, they were frightened by Catherine's harsh words.

Sure enough, no one dared to shout anymore.

"You... who are you?" A middle-aged man summoned up his courage and asked, "Are you the police? Are you here to save us?"

He was the one who shot the door with a shotgun just now, and now only half of the gun is in his hand.

"You think we look like police?" Catherine asked angrily.

The villagers looked at each other in fear. They saw that these five people were all nuns, but why did the nuns come to this deep mountain and old forest?
"Where is the police? Are the police here? Are they outside?" The man looked out.

"Don't dream, do you think those useless policemen can save you when they come? The police have sent people over, and sent two waves of people. If you didn't see them, it can only mean that they didn't arrive here at all. I'm afraid they were already here halfway. It was intercepted." Catherine said the truth coldly.

The villagers finally gave birth to a little hope, and it was like cold water was poured on their heads, and some women and children began to sob softly again.

"Don't cry." The man turned around and said, "What's the use of crying? Didn't these nuns come to save us?"

Catherine looked at him coldly, and found that he was wearing a pair of hunting pants and had a different accent from the others. She asked, "Are you from the hunting team?"

"Yes, my name is Ron."

Ron is more courageous than the villagers, and he has seen the world. He just saw Catherine swinging a sharp sword at an incredible speed to form a light curtain, which perfectly blocked all bullets, including shotguns. Something came to his mind, so He tentatively asked, "Could it be...you are extraordinary?"

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally someone who can understand human speech."

Some villagers are stunned, but more villagers are still stunned. After all, this is a rather closed village, and the villagers don’t really care much about what happens in the outside world. Whether it’s the change of regime or the rise and fall of the stock market, they are not as good as those in the village. One-third of an acre of land is important, and the fertility rate is low. Most people in the village are old people, and there are fewer and fewer young people. The farthest place many villagers have traveled in their lives is the nearby town. No one has ever been abroad.

"We are extraordinary nuns from the Ararat Monastery, and we are here to expel heresy and slay demons under the orders of the head pastor!"

Catherine said while holding the crucifix hanging on her chest, and the other nuns also held the crucifix.

The villagers were still confused, but at least they understood that the nuns were here to save them, even though they didn't have much confidence in the young girls.

Ron has seen more of the world than the villagers. In fact, he doesn't like dealing with people very much. He is relatively withdrawn. Most of the time he lives alone in a wooden house in the forest and hunts for a living.

"Ararat Monastery..."

He murmured and repeated, this name was somewhat familiar to him, where did he hear it?
what!correct!He once rescued a group of trekkers in the forest. The trekkers said that they once wanted to go trekking on Ararat Mountain, but every time they approached there, their equipment would be inexplicably damaged, and they had to give up the trip. Other trekkers and Climbers have also encountered similar situations, as if there is an invisible force preventing people from entering Mount Ararat.

(End of this chapter)