My surname is Stark, who changed my job to become a female big gun?

Chapter 241 If You Don't Help, Are You Still Here With Crow's Mouth?

At 3:41 a.m. local time, Benghazi --

The captain frowned and observed, and finally confirmed that Allen's statement was correct. One wall in this room was too thick.

"Go upstairs and have a look!"

Following the captain's order, several people came upstairs, and a dilapidated bed immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Under the bed!"

The three worked together to move the rotten bed away, and a rectangular plate that was obviously completely different from other floors came into everyone's eyes.

"It should be right here."

Sanderson volunteered to step over the rotten bed first, leaned over and stretched out his hand and groped along the edge of the board for a while. After successfully finding the groove with his fingers, he pulled upwards suddenly, and the whole "floor" was crushed with a creaking sound. Sanderson flipped up.

Without the cover above, the actual situation below the slab was finally completely exposed to everyone. The entrance to the so-called safe house was a vertical passage like a shaft!

No wonder the three of them felt that the wall somewhere on this floor was much thicker. In order to deceive others, the damn CIA set up the entrance in the wall!

No wonder it looked like it was ransacked but no one found it. Who would have thought that the entrance to the safe house would be set under a broken bed?
"I'll go down first."

Sanderson volunteered and was about to turn over and go down the well, but before he could make a move, he was stopped by the captain.

"Wait a minute, don't rush!"

The captain looked around the room, and then he dragged a piece of wood from the broken bed and weighed it twice before throwing it into the shaft.

This trick is called throwing stones to ask the way, at least you can know how deep it is below!

In the dark environment, the three of them held their breath. Fortunately, the sound of the landing came back less than a second after Mu Fang disappeared from sight. Obviously, the depth inside is not deep, and it is probably only on the first floor of the basement. about.

Sanderson looked at the captain, and after getting permission, he handed the rifle to Allen beside him, and then he gripped the pistol tightly and prepared to climb down.

There is a metal ladder reserved in advance on one side of the shaft, so everyone is not worried about the problem of getting in and out of this so-called safe house.

"I'm starting to miss my tactical backpack."

Sanderson made a joke, which eased the tense atmosphere among the three.

The fact is indeed the case. Since the task received by everyone is only for reconnaissance and search, they did not carry too much tactical equipment on their bodies when they acted.

They didn't even expect that there would be a follow-up attack, so most of the tactical equipment of everyone was placed in the combat backpack except for the main weapon.

According to their usual combat habits, in any night battle, they will prepare night vision devices in advance and put them in the backpack, and then cooperate with the invisible laser pointer on the weapon to directly hit the enemy by surprise in the dark.

The rifle in the captain's hand is equipped with a tactical laser designator, but there is no integrated tactical light on it, so there is no way to provide illumination for the team.

Sanderson and Allen had tactical lights installed on their weapons, but now they don't know what kind of ghost they were blown up by that javelin.

The pistols of the three men were not equipped with tactical equipment at all, and they were all naked guns. For a while, they really had to rely on Sanderson to try and grope downstairs.

Fortunately, the shaft was not deep. Sanderson arrived at the bottom of the shaft in a short while, and then roughly estimated the depth, which was almost the depth of a conventional basement well.

Sanderson fumbled around for a while, took out his lighter from his pocket, and lit it, which was the only lighting device they had at the moment.

With the flickering flame above the lighter, Sanderson was finally able to see the environment below the shaft clearly.

Unlike the expected damp and mess, this so-called safe house did not contain too many things.

A table, a simple bed, and a set of cabinets are all the "furniture" of this safe house.

A set of radio equipment was set up above the table. It looked rather old-fashioned, but it shouldn’t be a problem to use it. There were a few car batteries under the table, which should be the source of electricity for this safe house.

However, Sanderson stretched out his hand and tried back and forth on the switch several times, but failed to turn on the light in the safe house. Presumably, the electricity in the battery had been used up.

In addition, there were several cardboard boxes in the corner. Sanderson glanced at them, and there were a lot of compressed dry food and drinking water in them.

"How? What's down there?"

The captain's voice came from the shaft, presumably because he was a little anxious waiting up there, so he urged him to speak.

"Those radios that the CIA says are there, but I'm afraid we'll have to figure out the power issue ourselves."

Sanderson didn't find anything useful, so he had to put his hope in the last cabinet.

When the cabinet door was opened, two Glock pistols and some 9mm pistol bullets came into view, but judging from the dust on the top, the cabinet had not been opened for at least some days.

Then there was a medical kit, and Sanderson could guess what would be in it, nothing more than some normal stuff like bandages and painkillers.

"This is?"

However, after Sanderson continued to look down and saw the last few things placed in the cabinet, the expression on his face finally became joyful.

What was left was a few long sticks with "SnapLight" printed on them that looked like candy.

"Light stick!"

Sanderson was overjoyed, and quickly took out all of them. With the faint light from the lighter, he tore open the outer packaging of the fluorescent stick with his teeth.

Sure enough, there was an orange-red disposable fluorescent stick inside. With this thing, the lighting problem was finally solved!

Putting away the lighter, Sanderson pinched both ends of the light stick in the dark, and then broke it hard, and the fragile glass tube suspended in the liquid inside the light stick immediately heard a crisp sound.

The chemical liquid in the glass tube merged with the liquid outside and immediately began to produce a chemical reaction, and after a while of shaking, an orange-red fluorescent light enough to cover a small area appeared in the basement.

"Head, good news, I found the lighting stick."

Sanderson did the same, dismantling a light stick again and breaking it, and then threw it directly below the shaft so that it could provide vision for the two people above.

Seeing this scene, the captain signaled Allen to be alert, and he turned over and went down the ladder to the safe house.

"Lighting sticks alone are not enough. Without electricity, we still have no way to contact our superiors."

The captain took the light stick from Sanderson, went straight to the table, and carefully inspected the old radio device.

"There's a wire going into the wall, and it looks like it's connected to the broken TV antenna outside."

The captain checked repeatedly, and finally confirmed that the battery used to power the house below should really be dead.

"I just checked. There is no generator here, not even a hand generator."

Sanderson shook his head. There are not many usable things in this dilapidated house. What kind of safe house is this?

The captain ignored Sanderson, but simply removed the electric clamp on the battery and replaced it with another car battery.

The expected power recovery did not occur, and the indicator light of the transformer next to the battery did not even light up.

"We can't be so unlucky, can we?"

"Less crow's mouth."

The captain glared at Sanderson, who was not helping and making sarcastic remarks, and reached out to replace the electric pliers on the last car battery.

Crack!

A dazzling electric spark flashed, and the originally dark safe house regained light in an instant!
(End of this chapter)