Headshot Wizard - Chapter 201

Chapter 201

From the inside, the structure of this base is no different from what Lance observed from the hillside.

Obviously, this is a newly established base, and many facilities still need to be improved. Several construction robots are working tirelessly on the construction site, and two gray-eyed believers are directing the clumsy robots.

And as the carriage gradually deepened, he also passed those Carlos without any risk. The cordon of Carlos given in the fox’s database is about fifteen feet. Within this range, they can easily smell unusual smells. Fortunately for Lance, until the coachman who delivered the water proficiently entered the depths of the base, the Carlos did not find him either.

After a while, the carriage began to slow down slowly, and finally stopped in front of an egg-shaped building. The industrious coachman picked out a bucket of water from the compartment and walked in to the side door.

Not long after all the water in the carriage was transported, the coachman breathed a long sigh of relief. The Rambo’s union paid him a lot of money, and his daily work is just to transport water once. After completing this task, he can get a whole day of free time.

Such a job is not easy to find.

The coachman thought this way, and went to his cabin somewhat leisurely. He didn’t notice at all, a translucent shadow crept out of the shadow behind the carriage, and quickly got into the side door.

“Karma!”

With a low sound, the side door of the egg-shaped building was closed. With a click, the lock was also locked by the way.

…

“Although it is not the first time to use a chameleon, this feeling is really strange!” Lance walked naked in the shadow of the building, facing the excessively quiet environment, he could only secretly complain in his heart. His feet were in direct contact with the cold ground, where the ground was paved with fine granite, and the fox also detected some traces of radioactivity from the granite.

Entering through the side door, there is a huge hexagonal bucket. Obviously, the coachman just poured water from the coach into it. On the right side of the bucket is a thick pipe, like a blood vessel of an ancient creature, winding upward through it. Lance has seen it before that there is a water tower at the top of this building. Presumably, the Rambo Union should have taken measures to pressure the water in the bucket into the water tower above, and then allocate water resources according to the specific needs of this building.

When thinking about this, Lance had already walked through a corridor. The temperature in the air has dropped a lot.

Obviously, this base of the Rambo Trade Union and Gray-Eyed Cultists is a defense mechanism that is tight on the outside and loose on the inside. It is not easy to pass through the magic gate, but once you successfully sneak in, there are basically no guards or other things to guard besides those annoying Carlos.

The sides of the corridor were whitewashed and looked like fresh paint.

Lance noticed that there was a half-person-high oil painting hanging on the wall on the left hand side. The content of the oil painting is very strange and scary: it is a mother with bare breasts breastfeeding her child. Her skin is fair and her lips are rosy; but the shocking thing is that the child in her arms is seemingly innocent and small. There are actually a pair of fangs in his mouth, not only that, but the slender tail that is half-hidden also declares that this guy is not human. What is even more shocking is that the mother does not seem to be kind. Although she was feeding the baby, she was supposed to hold the baby’s right hand and pinched the baby’s neck tightly at this time, and her eyes were also exceptional. Ferocious.

The rest of the picture is dark and fuzzy, as if it is in a wheat field where the sky is going to darken. A pumpkin lantern in the distance looked strange.

There should be a follow-up part of the painting, but Lance only saw this part in the hallway.

At the bottom of the screen, there is a line of small characters written. The language of this line of small characters is unknown, but according to Lance’s estimation, it should belong to some kind of ancient language with a long history, and its popular age is even more distant than Gu Wanlun.

“It’s really a malicious worldview.” Even after only a few glances, Lance could still feel the strong malicious intentions that the painter meant when he painted this work.

Ignoring this richly-meaning oil painting, Lance quickly traversed the corridor and left the door.

In the front is a piece of iron railing, and it begins to sink below it, which seems to be a basement.

He leaned forward cautiously, standing on the railing and looking down, but after only one glance, he was shocked by the sight in front of him!

This is an extremely open space, and there is a staircase on the left hand side that leads directly to the basement. In the empty basement, there are two rows of transparent containers.

The transparent container was filled with light blue potion, and from time to time, several bubbles appeared from the bottom of the container.

The most wretched thing is that every transparent container contains a green goblin who knows nothing about life or death!

Lance looked around and saw that at least a hundred transparent containers were placed in this empty underground place. Almost few containers are empty.

“This group of desperate guys, this is the capture of all the green fairies in the Blue Lake!”

Lance couldn’t help but feel a tingling scalp. Dora had previously mentioned inadvertently that there were about 130 green fairies in the Cangbi Lake, and they lived here peacefully with the leader Anan as their leader.

“I don’t know if these green goblins have been injected with the second-generation Pandora virus.” Lance frowned.

He turned on the power of Hawkeye to the maximum, searched carefully, and found that there was no one here temporarily.

So he walked down cautiously.

Walking close to these containers, the chill behind Lance grew deeper. All the green fairies were expressionless, their eyes closed tightly, and they curled up into the shape of a fetus in the mother’s body.

Two tentacle-like catheters came in from the outside of the container and inserted them into their necks. Lance also noticed that the two catheters bulged from time to time, seeming to transmit something in or out.

Lance has only seen such scenes in science fiction movies in his previous life.

In the center of the two rows of transparent containers is a long operating table on which is placed a large number of precision instruments, including test tubes, syringes, tweezers, cutters… everything is no different from the equipment on the earth.

This should be the laboratory of the Grey-Eyed Cultists. Up to this moment, Lance was still very surprised where these precision instruments came from.

“The equipment used by the Rambo Union or the Gray-Eyed Cultists when testing the Pandora virus is almost a hundred years ahead of Ferendor’s mainstream pharmacy circle.”

He approached the experimental equipment, suddenly his heart moved, and secretly took out the arcane ring and installed a set in it.

I have to say that the precision of the instruments here is higher than that of his own tools made by himself using powder. Using these things, Lance’s knowledge in pharmaceutics can be further improved.

After stealing a set of tools, Lance moved on.

At this moment, he found that a translucent container on the left hand side was broken.

The broken glass should have been cleaned up a long time ago, but it can still leave some marks.

“This, it should be the green goblin that escaped.” Lance noticed that this container was already at the end of the ranks.

Except for a container on the opposite side, walking inside is a piece of black. There are several cages in the corner. At this moment, the cages are open and empty inside. I don’t know what was originally installed.

Lance slipped around and got a rough idea of the situation. He stood in front of a translucent container and looked at the two catheters carefully.

If you want to rescue these green fairies, Lance must figure out two things: first, whether these green fairies have been injected with Pandora virus; second, what is the function of these two catheters? Would it be wrong if it dropped?

He held his chin close to the translucent glass. Hawkeye quickly scanned the structure of the catheter, and the images of the internal imaging were quickly printed in Lance’s eyes.

“So…” After seeing the internal structure of the duct, Lance breathed a sigh of relief.

Only in the next second, he suddenly noticed something wrong.

The green goblin who was soaked in the solution face to face with him unexpectedly opened his eyes quietly and stared at Lance coldly.