Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea

Chapter 404: Basement (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

 “Your name is Bear Grylls?” Salander was probably very annoyed and finally responded, “That person was you at the previous Grammy Awards.”

Xu Chuan nodded and said to Blomkvist, who was following behind, "Brother, hold on, we'll be there soon." Then he turned to look at the thin girl, "Yes, you actually see the pattern. Les Mills Awards?”

Salander lowered her head, "It's really out of place for you to stand up there. When did Umbrella go to the entertainment industry?"

Oops, this little girl has very good observation skills. Alas, no, it seems that she should be several years older than me, and it seems that she has also investigated herself. By the way, she seems to be doing investigation in a security service company now. member.

  Such companies can be regarded as our peers, but their business type is more focused on investigation and defense. If you put it this way, wouldn't they be Umbrella's enemies? Well, Master Xu's thoughts are flying to nowhere.

"Since you know Umbrella, you should know what I do." In the PMC circle, Umbrella's reputation has indeed become bigger and bigger, and people who are interested can still find out something.

“Mercenaries, war hyenas, guys who will do anything for money, a group of killers who make a living by fighting.”

"Oh, you actually said such a long paragraph, but you summed it up well." Xu Chuan didn't think there was anything wrong with her words. This description was already very polite. Mercenary in English is both The adjective "profit-seeking" and the noun "mercenary" describe this profession very well.

"However, we are different. Of course, you won't believe it if I say it myself. If you are interested, you can pay attention. Umbrella's door will always be open to you." This girl is very smart. Xu Chuan thinks her IQ is She may be on par with her own sister, but this world has not been fair from the moment she was reincarnated.

 What is most important in the 21st century is talent. Of course we must strive for such talents, even if they work part-time first.

There are some words that just need to be mentioned to the point, and those who can make people pay attention at once, except for those with ulterior motives, are the protagonists of refreshing novels.

Martin’s villa is in an excellent location, overlooking almost the entire island. The full glass curtain wall has a very good view. Through the glass, you can see the layout of the house, which is very IKEA style.

There was a Volvo parked in front of the door, "This is Liv's car." Blomkvist was bent over and gasping for breath, with Salander supporting him.

Liv is Martin's girlfriend. They are not married, but they live together for a period of time every year and usually have their own lives. This kind of flexible interpersonal relationship is really enviable.

The electronic lock on the wooden door was locked without any accident. Xu Chuan picked up a fist-sized brick from the grass and said, "Son, let's see how I smash your glass." ’

 Blomkvist quickly stopped him. Where did this lunatic come from?

Salander connected her laptop to the door lock, "It takes a little time..." Before she could finish her words, she heard a sound from Duang, and Xu Chuan kicked the door open.

 “Fuck.” Blomkvist couldn’t help but cursed.

Xu Chuan walked directly in and rubbed the muddy soles of his shoes on the carpet in the front hall. The white carpet was instantly invisible.

“Hurry up, we’ll be back soon.” This electronic lock is likely to be equipped with an alarm.

 “You knew and you did this?” Salander almost burst out.

“If you have evidence, call the police. If you don’t, run away. Why should you say it was me?” Xu Chuan turned on the light in the living room and the room lit up.

 Blomkvist complained, "I will definitely be revoked by the Journalists Association."

The decoration is extremely simple, completely in Nordic style. Connected through the living room is a small wine cellar. The innermost door opens to the basement. On the right is the boiler, and on the left is the laundry room, which smells of disinfectant.

Further inside is a storage room. In addition to some sundries, there is also a secret door in the innermost part. It can be fingerprint-identified and can also swipe a card, so why install a door handle? It is simply superfluous.

Xu Chuan made a gesture of invitation. He just knocked on something that should have been metal, but there was no way to kick it open, and he didn't bring any explosives.

Salander had a dark face and sped up the cracking process. Of course, her smoky makeup was already quite dark. In less than a minute, the civilian password lock was cracked. The door automatically opened inward. Behind the door Another flight of stairs going down.

It's not very deep down, about six or seven meters away. When you turn the corner, you see a row of equipment that looks like metal pipes, connected to several things similar to oxygen bottles, with several cables on top.

This should be the control room. The bottle may contain anesthetic gas, waiting for the prey to walk into the trap.

There was another metal door in front of him. Blomkvist looked around, pressed a switch, and the metal door opened with a sound.

It was pitch black inside, as if an unknown dark space had opened a gap toward them, and Blomkvist and Lanshad could not help but become nervous.

 Xu Chuan pushed them directly in, and then turned on the switch on the wall. The white light illuminated the entire space palely.

The entire space is designed with great care and is surrounded by pipes. There were chains on the left, metal rings on the ceiling and floor, a table with leather straps, and a cleaning area separated by a shower curtain, and the pool there didn't look like it was for bathing.

There are also video recording equipment. A recording studio. There was an unusually sturdy-looking iron cage at the very back, with a blanket and pillow inside. To the right of the door there is a bench, a bed and a TV corner with a shelf full of video tapes. Various tools are neatly hung on one of the walls.

 First of all, to eliminate a wrong answer, this is definitely not a chess and card room. Everything here can give people the most terrifying associations.

There was no time to complain about Xu Chuan's rudeness. Blomkvist knew that they had found the answer. He looked at the video tapes, which might contain what they needed.

Xu Chuan fiddled with a straight-handled valve connected to a pipe at the door of the room. “This guy must have learned from the design of the gas chambers in the Auschwitz concentration camp.” When the valve is opened, the gas will be released from the sprinkler head on the pipe.

Xu Chuan used both hands to break the handle directly, so it would be impossible to open it without using pliers, "Damn Na Cui."

“Let’s take a look at this.” Salander found two folders in a cabinet containing passport photos and handwritten notes about the women, as well as hundreds of photos of female corpses.

“Heh, I said this kind of creature will definitely leave a souvenir.” Xu Chuan said with a sarcastic look on his face.

The photos have names, dates and nationalities written on them, the earliest dating back to the 1960s, and the most recent less than a week ago, "God, I had dinner with him and Liv that day.", Blomkvist Pointing to the photo, his face was full of complex emotions such as surprise and regret, "At that time, there were strange noises coming from the basement. He said something was not closed properly."

"Her name is Irina, she comes from Belarus. When we were having dinner that day, she was locked in that cage." Martin Vanyel's voice came from the door. He looked at the valve with the wrench broken off in annoyance. Holding a SIGP228 in his hand.

 (End of this chapter)