Chapter 40 (1/2)

Thanks to Yanan's howl and fury, his noise perfectly disguises all the sound of Joe's entering the room.

Myers ordered that when one of Yanan's daughters was killed, Joe gave a slight breath of air-conditioning, then left the gate separating the front and rear court rooms, and quickly patrolled the inner room.

Dead.

And it was Anan's daughter who died.

Joe didn't know what Myers was looking for, but there was no doubt that it was a huge problem, a terrible whirlpool.

Only great interests can make Myers so crazy.

It was so huge that he would offend the Rittal family and the kingdom of Saint HYA.

Deep in his pupils, the magic circle of three circles and six pointed stars was spinning rapidly. Joe's heart was beating vigorously. Waves of hot blood rushed into his head, and the blood vessels on his temples twitched violently.

The war spirit was like wildfire, which made Joe like a wild animal. He wanted to break through the door and rush to the field room outside to kill Myers and his subordinates.

But there is a strange calm, firmly sealed his intention to fight.

The intention of war is like a boiling volcano. The surging magma is raging and rolling, which may break through the rock strata at any time and destroy everything crazily. However, on the crater, an iceberg that has not been melted for thousands of years has been pressed down, which has blocked the crater with a chilling chill, maintaining Joe's last trace of soberness.

Joe was in a very strange state.

Every cell of his is burning and crazy, but his heart is extremely calm and sober. Driven by the heat wave in his body, his movements became extremely fast. Even when his strong body moved in the room, he almost took up the shadow.

However, under the extreme calm suppression, his action was meticulous and there was no voice. His movements are precise and efficient, and there is no extra movement. Even his skirt doesn't bring out a bit of wind breaking.

He had a terrible sense of fighting in his heart, and he could clearly perceive that there was something strange about the inside room.

Between the outside court room and the inside entrance room, the heavy metal door seems to be guarding something. What's more, Qiao is keenly aware that the external field room seems to be a little higher than the internal field room in the spatial structure.

After searching around the house, Joe pulled several metal rods out of a pile of metal beams hanging on the ceiling and a pile of disordered iron frames. With a very slight friction sound, a metal ladder appeared.

Slightly jump up, pull the metal ladder down, on the wall there is a ladder straight to the ceiling.

, as like as two peas, stepped up to the ceiling, and he struck his fist lightly on the ceiling, pushing his right hand forward, and a heavy metal cover that was exactly the same as the slate ceiling color was gently pushed up.

After a breath, Joe got into the dark door in the ceiling and came to a six foot high partition space about the size of the field house below.

There are more than ten one inch wide and two foot long gaps on the four walls that separate the space. Each gap is closed by transparent glass pieces, isolating the wind and rain from the outside world. Through these crevices, you can peep into the outside world. Below the gap, there is a square hole the size of a palm, which is clearly a specially reserved shooting hole.

The moonlight penetrated through the cracks in the east wall, leaving a greenish white light mark on the ground.

Joe's eyes twinkled with crimson light, and through the moonlight, he saw the furnishings of the partition space.

Under the four walls, there were iron cabinets half a man high. On the tin cabinet, each drawer is locked by exquisite padlocks one by one. On the outside of the drawer, there are light yellow labels with the names of countries or people written on them.

On these iron cabinets, rows of gun racks were fixed on the walls, and dozens of new-style flint rifles and short flint blunders were neatly hung on the racks. Each rifle and firearm was well maintained, and there was a faint smell of gun oil in the air.

In the northeast and northwest corners, there are more than a dozen tar barrels with red paint painted on them to represent the danger signs of explosive materials.

The casks were standard military goods, and Joe knew they must be full of granular powder and lead bullets without opening them.

It's a small arsenal, and it's probably Myers' secret database.

Joe boldly guessed that it was probably a private database belonging to Myers and had nothing to do with the Foreign Affairs Office in port tullen.

”A stronghold, a fortress, but this is not an escape route.” Joe frowned. He found the space, but he wasn't happy at all.

Now he just wants to get out of the way safely, find his subordinates, and then bring people back to Merse's trouble.