With Zhang Heng's slap, the emotions of the people who were on the verge of collapse were temporarily pulled back. However, looking at the horrified and helpless eyes of these people, Zhang Heng understood that there was no need for meme attacks at all now. Just give them a while, everyone's emotions would still collapse.

However, not everyone is so hopeless. Zhang Heng looked around at the crowd. Among the thirty or forty people, there were still many people who remained calm, which was enough.

"Everyone." Zhang Heng clapped his hands and attracted everyone's gaze. "We need a team of people to go down inside the base. No matter what happens, only by entering the base can we find the communication station to contact the outside world and find the only chance."

"What a joke, I won't go down!" Suddenly, the crowd was in an uproar. One of the fat men was already on the verge of collapse, venting their fear at the bottom. He roared loudly, "The hundreds of shelter projects below, only the genius knew what was leaked. Should we go down and seek death?"

"It's just voluntary." Zhang Heng glanced at the other party disdainfully, "Is anyone willing to go down with me to investigate?"

"I'll go!" What Zhang Heng didn't expect was that Joey was the first to speak. He smiled at Zhang Heng, "We have weapons in our hands to protect you." As he said that, he took out a handful of Glock 19 and loaded it skillfully. "Although this guy may not be able to play any role in dealing with those containment items, it's better than nothing."

"I'll go too!" The second person who spoke was Professor Anderson. He smiled bitterly, "I know where the base's liaison to the outside world is, and my identity card can also enter some more confidential areas, which should help everyone."

Zhang Heng nodded and looked around everyone again. Suddenly, four more field agents came out, one of the middle-aged men with a beard said, "I'm the one, maybe all this is just a joke on us at the base?"

At this time, with Zhang Heng, the number of people who voluntarily got off to the base had reached seven. Seeing this, Zhang Heng no longer hesitated and walked towards the elevator first. "Okay, if you are willing to follow, follow if you are unwilling to go down, stay here. May God bless you."

Joey and Anderson took a deep breath and followed Zhang Heng closely. At this time, security authority is no longer a standard for evaluating status. When facing disaster, the herd effect will expose people's nature.

Everyone looked at Zhang Heng and his people leaving with complicated eyes. Some of them also wanted to follow him, but when they thought of the dangers they might face in the base, these people finally retreated. They were more willing to stay among the large army. However, they knew that the people now were like a group of lambs, waiting for the predators to approach.

When he walked to the elevator door, Zhang Heng suddenly felt his heart moved. He paused slightly and turned to look at Anderson, "Professor Anderson, I offended it just now."

"It's not a problem." Anderson was stunned at first, then smiled bitterly, "Compared with the dangers we are facing now, what are those just now? Besides, I have been living a pampered life for too long, and I can't even maintain the most basic mentality, alas..."

Zhang Heng nodded and pondered again, "I think we shouldn't take the elevator."

Joey behind Zhang Heng showed a thoughtful look and pondered, "Yes, it's really not a good idea to take the elevator now. If there is really any danger, we can't even escape."

"Then let's go to the stairs." Professor Anderson nodded, obviously understanding the danger, "It's just that I hope you can slow down a little, otherwise it will be difficult for me to keep up."

Everyone nodded to show their understanding, then turned around and walked towards the stairs. The stairs were originally sealed, but as Professor Anderson took out his identity card and stroked the card reader, the door of the emergency passage was opened and a black staircase appeared in front of everyone.

The stairs are steep, with dust filling the steps and handrails. Looking down from the stairs, the zigzag stairs are like the entrance to hell, making it impossible to see the bottom clearly.

Zhang Heng even doubted whether anyone had walked on this stair during the years since the base was built.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

A group of seven people went downstairs quickly, and the deep stairs seemed to spread infinitely. There were only dark red emergency lights above their heads, mixed with the echoes of the heavy footsteps of everyone, gloomy and weird, as if they were in hell...

However, after more than a dozen floors, Professor Anderson began to pant. After about halfway down, Professor Anderson was already sweating profusely, and every step became extremely heavy and his physical strength was completely exhausted.

"I can't walk anymore." Professor Anderson sat on the stairs and shook his head, "You guys go, I'll take a break here."

Zhang Heng stopped at the foot, and Professor Anderson threw his identity card over, sweat wet the bald gray hair. At this time, Anderson forced a smile, "I'll wait for you here, I hope you can bring good news."

"Professor..." Zhang Heng reached out to catch the other party's identity card, his eyes were a little complicated, but it disappeared soon after. He nodded to Anderson and ran down without looking back. Everyone understood that with Professor Anderson's age, even if he barely returned to the base, in the face of those dangers, his chance of survival was still infinitely close to zero. It would be better to stay here, and there might be a glimmer of hope...

"This scene is very similar to the beginning of a novel..." Zhang Heng murmured in a low voice when he was reading the novel back then, he didn't understand why the fat man was exhausted after climbing a few floors of stairs. He even tried to run from the top of his five-story building to the bottom of the building in high school. This amount of activity was just a matter of breath, and he didn't even have to breathe after running.

But it was not until this time that he understood that although it was not much energy to go downstairs, compared to going upstairs, if you were asked to run hundreds of floors in one go, even Liu Xiang would have to stop completely.

Time passed slowly. About fifteen minutes later, the remaining six people finally arrived at the bottom of the base. At this time, a steel gate stood in front of everyone. Seeing this gate, everyone couldn't help but stop, gasped, and began to recover the remaining physical strength.

However, compared to everyone's panting, Zhang Heng seemed to be fine at this time, and did not even shed a drop of sweat, which made Joey and others unable to help but look at him more.

After everyone gradually recovered their strength, Zhang Heng walked to the front door and took Professor Anderson's identity card and slashed gently on the card reader. Suddenly, with the rumbling sound, the door leading to the base opened!

Behind the door was the hall where Zhang Heng had visited to select D-level personnel. However, at this time, the hall was dim, as if the power had been cut off, and only the emergency lights were still flashing dimly, illuminating the entire hall extremely strangely.

Joey looked around everyone, nodded, took out his Glock 19, followed closely behind Zhang Heng, and a group of six people rushed into the hall, but the hall was silent, without any living people or corpses, and there was even a trace of fighting, as if all the people had evaporated!

"Damn it, where did everyone go?" Joey whispered.

"The external contact equipment is stored in area d19." Everyone ignored Joey's complaint. At this time, the bearded man suddenly spoke softly, "I can take you to get close from the nearest distance, but you may need to go through a few more...the weird shelter project is located in. If the other party happens to escape, I'm afraid..."

"If the other party really escapes, do you think the other party will stay where they are?" Zhang Heng asked back.

"Uh..." The big man then scratched his head, "You are right, then I'd better lead the way."

Zhang Heng nodded and walked with everyone to another door at the end of the hall. The door was one size smaller than the door entering the base, with the words d marked on it. Zhang Heng took out Professor Anderson's ID card and stroked the card reader again. Suddenly, the door leading to District D immediately opened, revealing a corridor behind the door that could hardly see the end.

"Let's go!" The big man shouted softly, and everyone ran forward again at a speed that could keep it fast and try not to make noise. Soon, a fork in front of him appeared.

"Right!" The man led everyone into the corridor on the right, but the moment he turned the passage, Zhang Heng suddenly saw a figure flashing by in the darkness ahead!

"Stop!" Zhang Heng grabbed the bearded man and stared at the darkness ahead, "There is something wrong there!"

Everyone paused and pointed their guns at the darkness ahead, but after waiting for a few seconds, nothing happened.

"What did you see?" Joey asked in a low voice.

"A figure." Zhang Heng took a light step and took two steps forward vigilantly. The next second, the figure flashed by again. When he saw the figure clearly, Zhang Heng's pupils shrank. It turned out to be a back with a thin figure and grayish white body as if it were dead!

...

On the other side, the people who were staying in the ground hall were wandering around with nervous expressions. Some were constantly trying to open the door to the ground, some were talking in a low voice, and some were sitting decadently in the corner, waiting for the judgment of fate.

The air is filled with suffocating depression.

"Ahem!"

In a corner, the fat John coughed twice. He rubbed his arms. On the way from the cruise ship to the underground base, everyone was dripping into a chicken. Now, John was somewhat sad to find that he seemed to have a cold.

His mind was a little dizzy, and the soaked suit was sticky to his skin, which made people feel very uncomfortable. He wanted to take off his coat, but his slightly feverish body temperature prevented him from doing so. He could only try his best to cough, hoping to attract everyone's attention. Perhaps some kind-hearted person would lend him the coat to him?

But for some reason, he seemed to feel the air around him getting colder and colder...

Damn weather, damn underground base!

Fatty John cursed and pulled his collar again. He felt that his body was about to stiffen. It was really hard to understand. It was obvious that it was just early autumn, so how could there be such a low temperature? It was like the cold winter month!

Finally, the fat John couldn't help it. He opened his mouth slightly, trying to ask for a coat to his colleagues who were facing his back. But the moment he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that his voice was extremely hoarse, and he could only make the sound of weak mosquitoes and flies!

Until this moment, a panic flashed in the fat John's eyes and he quickly wanted to stand up, but a pulling force stopped his movements. He was stunned and subconsciously looked down, but he saw that at some point, a pale hand was stretching out from the dark space next to him, holding the corner of his clothes tightly...

It is this pulling force that prevents me from standing up!

Fatty John suddenly widened his eyes and finally showed a look of horror. He looked at the group of colleagues with his back to him again, trying to scream loudly, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only make a "hoho" sound from his throat!

The next second, the arm suddenly pulled. In the fat man's horrified and desperate eyes, his fat body was silently pulled into the dark shadow next to him, completely disappearing!

“Huh?”

Until this moment, one of the men who were talking to everyone in a low voice turned around, but he only saw that the back of him was empty, and even the dark shadow had long disappeared...

"Did you hear something just now?"
Chapter completed!