The strongest reserve for the doomsday

When I approached, the fat man poked the ground with a crowbar, and several muffled noises came back from below.

This means that this is not solid underneath. Rather, there is another layer underneath.

But inside this room, I just looked around, and I didn't find any stairs that lead to the basement.

It stands to reason that such a bunker has a basement to hide from air raids.

But I don't think there is any need to make this entrance and exit hidden.

There is no room in this ground floor room, so it is almost certain that this room does not have access to the basement below.

Of course, this underground space must also exist.

Then there is only one possibility, the entrance is not here.

"Ordinary supplies will be stored in the basement, I think there should be something in this basement, should we go down and find it?"

I squatted on the ground and said to the fat man.

"I want to go too, but didn't I find the stairs to go down?"

"This staircase, there is no one inside, it is very likely to be outside."

"Outside?"

"Yes, I don't know why, this basement was designed like this, but that's just my guess, I'll see it later." With

that, the fat man and I walked out of the house with a flashlight.

Right next to our park, just a little more than 10 meters away, in the corner of the façade, there is a staircase that slopes down to the basement of the house.

The fat man and I stood at the entrance of the cave and shone a flashlight downward.

The space below seems to be quite large, and there are several floors of structure. The corridor below is very dry and tidy.

In the far middle is a small room with sparkling waves.

It is estimated that it was the water that leaked into it during the heavy rain today. In other places, black holes are not very clear.

The height of this staircase is only about 1 meter, and the width is less than 2 meters.

It's still a little difficult to get in from here.

"Dao Chief, will you go down?" asked

the fat man from the side.

"Mm-hmm, I'll go down and see what happens. "

To be honest, I don't have a lot of offensive weapons on hand right now, just an AK and a few high-explosive grenades.

But the defensive equipment is very complete.

Includes body armor, cut-resistant gloves, bulletproof helmet, round stainless steel shield.

With that, I also have something to rely on.

Ordinary zombies really can't help me for a while.

And now it's raining heavily, and it's making a noise, so it's also covering up my footsteps and making it safer for me to go down.

After walking a few steps, you will come to the basement level of this basement.

It's not a very big room, but it's very deep. The perimeter is a corridor in a circle.

The cement floor in the middle is gone, and it leads directly to the second basement floor.

That is, it is a duplex underground building. From the ground level entrance, you can directly see the room structure on the second basement floor.

On the second basement floor, from my point of view, the bottom is now flooded by rainwater, and it looks more like a pond now.

The corridor on the basement floor is very dry.

In this corridor, every time I step on it, I will stir up a cloud of dust.

I shone around with a flashlight here, and found that there was nothing wrong, so I beckoned the fat man to come down with me.

While waiting for the fat man to come down, I carefully examined the four walls of the basement floor.

On the left wall were written four big words

- "Be vigilant!" and

on the other wall it was written -

"Defend the Motherland!" After

the fat man came down, we walked through the corridor to the depths of this large room on the basement floor.

Sure enough, this basement was supposed to be a place to store some supplies.

Judging from the current state of these items, the name utility room may be more appropriate.

In the depths of this room, all kinds of daily miscellaneous items are stacked.

For example, a damaged bunk double bed. That is, the kind of steel bar high and low bed.

There were also tattered tables and chairs, lamps with no light bulbs, discarded tires, and various ammunition boxes.

There were no useful supplies here, and the ammunition boxes were empty and there was no ammunition.

However, these wooden ammunition boxes, which are now very dry, are a good material for ignition.

The fat man and I grabbed a few wooden ammunition boxes, climbed up again, and returned to the ground.

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The author has something to say:

Thank you for the gift from the old brother "wipe out WIC", and thank you for the gift from the "high" brother~