Volume 9: Molten Mine Chapter 457 Oxygen
"To be honest, I have no clue." After saying this, Ke Lan switched to a one-on-one communication mode with the Hound, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "My abilities have no effect in this tunnel... You also know the triggering conditions of those memory fragments. Only things related to Alpha civilization can activate them. That's why I think this tunnel was built by a third party."
"It doesn't necessarily have to be inside that 'Aguna Tor'... Don't tell me you are just guessing." The hound whispered.
"Hey...it's really just a guess. Anyway, things are already outrageous enough, so I might as well guess in the most outrageous direction. Maybe I will get it right." Ke Lan joked.
"So what do you think we should do now? You're the commander of the reconnaissance team. If even you don't have a clue, how can you lead this team?" Hound said worriedly, "Even though everyone's condition is relatively stable now, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried at all... Once this feeling of uneasiness spreads and even turns into panic, the situation will be hard to control. Especially the guys from the Security Bureau. I don't know about the others, but it's clear that the woman leading them is not on the same page with us."
"Let's go forward along the tunnel first. The information we have right now is too limited. It's better to take one step at a time and see what happens instead of wasting time guessing here. Maybe there are clues ahead." When Ke Lan said this, he switched the communication channel from one-on-one to all members of the reconnaissance team.
"Maybe what's waiting for us ahead is not a clue, but some kind of monster..." Just as Layton had said this, he was kicked on the butt by the hound.
"Shut up your crow mouth!"
"Even if it's a monster, it's still a clue." Ivan said, "I'm looking forward to seeing something unusual. Anyway, it's better than staring at this unchanging tunnel."
“That’s right!” Seeing someone standing on his side, Layton instantly gained confidence and raised his chin towards the hound. “All fear comes from insufficient firepower. If we really encounter a monster, we can just blow it into pieces.”
After saying this, Layton pulled the bolt of the heavy machine gun in a show-off manner.
"Haha, the rain has stopped and the sky is clear. You think you can do it again, right? How can you do it? Why don't you just fight your way out of the heretic sect's controlled area?"
"Okay, if you want to chat, you can do it on the way. It's time to act." After saying this, Ke Lan was the first to climb onto Valkyrie's back.
"Oh, if I had known earlier I should have installed a few detachable seats on the back of this machine, or even a base to fix the power armor." Layton said as he climbed to the shoulder of Valkyrie and mounted the heavy machine gun on the top of the machine.
"Everyone get on the bus, let's go!" Hound called to the others, and he threw the backpacks filled with rations into the cockpit of the aircraft. "It's 1:50 pm now. We just had dinner two hours ago. The next meal is scheduled to be served in ten hours. Do you have any objections? If anyone is dizzy with hunger, don't force yourself to go. Just say so. I don't want to lose people prematurely due to supply problems."
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The reconnaissance team traveled in the tunnel in a mecha for nine hours straight, and during these nine hours, the surrounding scenery did not change even the slightest bit - if they had not left traces of dye along the way, they would have almost doubted whether they had been going around in circles.
"The mecha's movement speed is about 50 to 60 yards, which means we've run about 50 kilometers in this tunnel... Damn, even the English Channel Tunnel on Earth is only this long." Hound complained, "Even if we're really inside that 'Aguna Tor', we're almost at the end, right? The diameter of the Ark is 400 kilometers, so this thing must be several hundred kilometers long, right?"
"If space folding technology is used, the space inside the battleship may be much larger than the volume observable from the outside." Ke Lan said, "If the civilization that built this battleship is really advanced than the Alpha civilization, I think it is entirely possible that they have mastered this technology that only exists in science fiction novels."
“That’s really…”
Before the hound could finish his words, a strange "cuckoo" sound suddenly interrupted him.
"Who? Whose stomach is growling?" He was stunned at first, then turned around and looked at everyone else.
Aya Breya had a blush on her face and was pressing her lower abdomen with her hands - but what made her a little embarrassed was that when the hound looked at her, her stomach growled again.
Suddenly, her face turned even redder.
The Hound immediately burst out laughing: "I thought you guys in the Security Bureau were all robots that don't need to eat or poop... So your stomachs growl when you're hungry?"
"The peristalsis of the intestines and gastrointestinal tract is a very normal phenomenon... I'm not a biochemically modified person, it's impossible for me to control it..." Aya defended in a low voice.
"She only ate a little at her last meal." Ke Lan said on the side. Among the five agents, Aya, the team leader, had the most food left - this was not because the food in her backpack was more than the other four people, but because she only ate half of the others' portion each time, even though she consumed no less calories than the others during the operation.
"You're not on a diet to stay in shape, are you?" The Hound teased with a smile, "Can you hold on? Dinner will be served in an hour. If you really can't stand it, I'll tell you two dirty jokes to distract you."
Joking aside, even though the Hound said this, he handed over an energy bar.
Aya looked at him with some surprise, reached out to take the energy bar, and then replied "thank you".
"You're better than those security agents I met before. Those guys acted like they were worth a fortune and didn't know how to say thank you." Hound took out a lighter from his pocket, opened the metal cover with a "snap", rubbed the grinding wheel lightly, and the flickering flame rose instantly. "Layton, find a way to get an iron pot later, and we'll cook..."
The word "soup" in "boil soup " was not uttered, but this time, no one interrupted the hound.
The hound stared blankly at the flame of the lighter, extinguished it woodenly, and then lit it again.
“What the hell…”
"What the hell?" Layton couldn't help asking, "What did you see, old dog?"
"Lighter... This lighter is a fake antique I bought at a flea market... This thing is just a replica of an old-time kerosene lighter. How can it light up in this place?" the hound muttered.
"What's wrong with this..." It took Layton two seconds to react, and his body froze . "What did you say? This is just a kerosene lighter? There's no oxygen supply tube?"
The hound stared at the flickering flame on the top of the cotton core. Suddenly, he pulled off his helmet and took a deep breath.
"Damn it! There's oxygen! There's actually plenty of oxygen in this tunnel!"
