Volume 16 Tower of Babel Chapter 943: Sweet and Fishy
Soap felt irritated for no reason. In a trance, he had a feeling that this building did not seem to be a safe house, but a prison, a cage, where they were locked up and waiting for the judgment.
Will someone really join them? Soap's eyes swept over the crystal bombs... Why were these crystal bombs sent to this unmanned safe house three days ago? What is their purpose? What is their relationship with this safe house? What kind of people are these names like Zeus and Demeter?
Soap grabbed the kettle and took a sip, then patted the giraffe on the shoulder and said, "You stay here, I'll go up there to help."
For some reason, he always felt that, except for the weird "clown", no one in this team could be trusted... Although there were many suspicious points about the "clown", Soap always felt that he was more reliable than the others in the team...
Even though he couldn't give a reason, if the "clown" and the captain of this team disagreed, he would definitely stand on the side of the "clown" without hesitation.
"I'll go up and help set up the sniper point and clean up the house... If those people take several days to come, we'll have to live here for a while." Soap said to the team leader.
The team leader was thinking and didn't have time to pay attention to him. He just nodded casually.
Seeing that the team leader had no objection, Soap picked up his things and walked out of the basement and came to the first floor of the safe house.
Two soldiers from the Spear Squad were setting up the safe house - they installed one-way glass taken from the basement on each window and applied a layer of bulletproof coating. Then, they set up a folding bulletproof shield facing the door of the safe house, and behind the shield were two 12.7mm heavy machine guns. The spare ammunition belt boxes were placed within the reach of the machine gunners. The boxes were all opened and a section of the ammunition belt inside was pulled out.
A well-trained machine gunner can even operate two heavy machine guns at the same time and completely block the direction of the gate with fierce firepower. As long as he is equipped with an assistant to replace the barrel and ammunition belt, the two machine guns can fire alternately and the fire suppression can even continue until all the bullets are used up.
The monsters that were mutated from humans were not very strong physically. The 7.62mm semi-automatic sniper rifle in Simon's hand could easily kill them. The power of two 12.7mm heavy machine guns was more than enough to deal with them.
As for the monsters that could fire giant spikes, and those that were bred in the tumorous growths of fleshy fungal blankets, they were not found inside the Ark - at least in West District 12, they did not find any along the way.
The two spearmen looked up at Soap and continued to work on their own tasks.
Soap didn't even say hello to them and went straight up to the second floor.
The structure of the second floor was very simple. There was a straight corridor connecting the upper and lower stairs and a floor-to-ceiling window at the end. There were six rooms on both sides of the corridor. The doors of these rooms had been removed, so the situation inside could be seen clearly at a glance - these rooms should be bedrooms. Some rooms had folding beds, and some had bunk beds made of welded steel pipes. However, these beds had been rusted beyond recognition. Not to mention sleeping on them, they could hardly be used as shelves to store things.
Several soldiers laid moisture-proof mats on the ground, and added those inflatable sleeping bags that were only the size of a palm after being compressed and folded. If, as Soap said, those people would not arrive for several days, then they would probably have to make do with sleeping under such conditions tonight.
The " Joker" was not among these people, so Soap could only continue to go to the third floor.
The stairs in this house were also made of welded steel plates and steel pipes. Like the beds, they were also rusted beyond recognition. Soap himself weighed about 80 kilograms, plus the 20 kilograms of equipment. Every time he stepped on them, there was a teeth-grinding creaking sound. He had to hold on to the wall as he walked up, for fear that the step under his feet would suddenly break and he would step on empty air when he took the next step.
Faintly, he seemed to hear some strange noises, but because his attention was focused on the stairs under his feet, he didn't pay attention to those subtle strange noises at all...
Soap subconsciously thought that the sounds were coming from the dilapidated structure of the stairs... He didn't know if the security agents only checked the basement when they checked the safe house. The three floors above the ground looked like no one had taken care of them for decades.
Just as he stepped onto the third floor, a special smell in the air made him tense up - the smell was very much like rust at first, but it was not mixed with the dry, bitter smell of dust that was often found in unused houses. Instead, it had a hint of strange moisture and fishy sweetness. Soap was so familiar with this smell .
This is the taste of blood.
During an extermination campaign against indigenous creatures, he watched helplessly as his companion was cut in half by the sickle-like limbs of the insect-like creature. The body, broken into two pieces, was less than two meters away from him, and warm, sticky blood spurted out and soaked his head and body... He would never forget this smell in his life .
Soap tried his best to suppress his inner tension. He quietly took off the rifle hanging on his back, opened the safety, and walked forward step by step.
The structure of the third floor was similar to that of the second floor, except that the floor height was lower and the corridor was narrower. As Soap walked along the corridor, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, so strong that even breathing seemed to become a little difficult.
Finally, he stopped in front of a door. The strong smell of blood came from behind the door. Along with the smell of blood, there was also a strange "gurgling" sound that he had faintly heard at the stairs.
But compared to just now, the sound is now much clearer.
Soap really wanted to shout for help, but was afraid of disturbing the things in the room. He hesitated and planned to step back, but his body became extremely stiff due to excessive tension. When he took a step, he temporarily lost his balance and his elbow hit the door.
The door was not locked and was pushed open by his elbow.
Soap raised his head in horror and happened to meet the eyes of the thing in the room.
