Deep Sea Embers Chapter 416: The whereabouts of the consul
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The deepest mines in the Frost Mine have been exhausted decades ago, and this city-state depends on it
"Blood" is probably just the result of some kind of distortion. There is a door left by the original city hall buried deep in the bottom of the boiling gold mine, and the current city hall and consul may also be participants in this secret. Maintainer -
Even the well-trained and disciplined guardians who often deal with all kinds of dangerous and weird things can't help but fall into silence and amazement when they hear these news.
Besides the astonishment, they also understood why this operation was classified as a secret, and the gatekeeper would not announce the specific situation until everyone went down the well.
Such news, even without considering the threat posed by the extraordinary vision behind it, is just
The truth of the "depletion of mineral veins" itself is enough to set off a storm in the city-state!
"Right now we can't be sure if all the mineways were exhausted decades ago, let alone what was being transported out of this mine when the veins were exhausted - the only thing that is certain is Yes, if all this is really a product of some kind of 'pollution', and the abnormal phenomena in the city-state are also related to this pollution, then we are now at the origin and deepest part of the pollution."
Agatha's eyes swept over the surrounding subordinates, her tone was as calm and composed as ever.
"I believe that everyone knows the current situation on the surface, and I also know that you have doubts about why you sent the most elite squadron here at such a critical moment to investigate what kind of mine. —I am as worried as you are about those compatriots who are fighting monsters in the fog, and I am worried about the battles in the surrounding seas.
"However, we are also in the battlefield at the moment. Investigating the situation in this mine one by one is to help comrades in other places to the greatest extent and find the source of the crisis from the root, which is better than fighting those monsters in the thick fog Do endless consumption.
"That's it, anyone else have questions?"
Looking around, she saw the calm and firm expressions of her subordinates as usual, so she nodded slightly.
"Okay, then let's start to act, the target is the deepest mining layer. Pay attention to observe the dark environment along the way, and check the status of ventilation and lighting devices at any time. Everyone received a set of mine self-rescuers when they came down. Now Put on the mask and open the external circulation valve—do you remember how to use it? If you encounter a situation, turn the valve clockwise to the internal circulation and pull out the self-rescuer pin, and at the same time quickly retreat to the main roadway, giving priority to saving yourself.”
The guards, priests, and nuns immediately carried out the order, put the breathing mask on the mouth and nose, confirmed the condition of the connecting pipe and the circulation valve, and fixed the special underground lantern on the chest buckle to avoid affecting the movement .
Agatha did not wear a mask——as the gatekeeper of the **** of death, her physique is already different from that of ordinary humans, especially in the
In terms of "breathing", the usual poisonous gas and suffocating environment will not affect her actions.
And just as the subordinates were preparing to set off, a slight hissing sound suddenly reached Agatha's ears.
At first, she thought it was the sound of the circulation valve as the men breathed through their masks, but soon she realized that the hissing sound came from farther away—outside the crowd, under the lights. out of shadow.
"Attention!" Agatha reacted instantly and reminded, and in the next second, several other guardian fighters also noticed the sound of valve deflation coming from the darkness, and several rays of light shone on that person at the same time. direction.
Among the entangled haze of light and fog, Agatha saw a figure emerge from the dark corner—a figure in a thick black coat, a gas mask, and seemed to be carrying a gun.
The figure was lying in the middle of a pile of debris, breathing hard, and a hissing sound came from his gas mask.
Why does a person suddenly appear here? The guards checked the entire traffic point before, and it was absolutely impossible to miss such an obvious figure!
Questions popped up in Agatha's mind instantly, but she did not hesitate to move, and within a few steps she came to the figure that seemed to be dying, and the guards followed closely behind her.
"...is a soldier of the city-state," a guard instantly recognized the equipment of the fallen man,
"The direct guard of the consul."
Agatha quickly took a look at the soldier, and saw that there was a metal breastplate on the other side's thick black coat. The power pipe connecting the breastplate and the armguard was broken, and the military breathing mask blocked Almost all of his face, he can only be judged from the figure that this is a male soldier - and his fatal wound is near the chest, it seems that the internal organs have been severely damaged.
One of his arms is broken, and his other hand is still clutching the rifle.
It seemed that the sudden light around him caused some stimulation. After Agatha approached, the soldier wearing the breathing mask moved suddenly, as if trying to raise his head.
The guards around were startled for a moment, and subconsciously picked up their weapons, but Agatha waved her hand, took a step forward, and bent slightly.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"The Archon's Guard...Martin...Blade...Sergeant..."
"Sergeant Brad, why are you here?"
"Consul...Winston..." The guard soldier who claimed to be Sergeant Brad spoke hoarsely, the voice under the breathing mask became more and more difficult, he mentioned the name of the consul, and struggled Raise your arms as if you want to point somewhere,
"Mr. Winston...entered a secret room...we need...support...
Before he could finish speaking, the arm suddenly lost its strength, and there was a last hissing sound that quickly diminished from under the breathing mask.
He died, and the second after his vitality left, Agatha saw dirty black mud slowly oozing from his wound and under his mask—this body quickly disintegrated as if melting , making a chilling sticky wriggling sound.
"Fake!"
The surrounding guards immediately reacted and retreated quickly, while the accompanying priest took a sudden step forward, and at the same time sprinkled a handful of the prepared mixture powder on the disintegrating corpse, and threw a A pale ball of fire.
With a bang, pale flames rose into the air, and the fake corpse was swallowed up by the flames in the blink of an eye. The lingering heat.
Agatha looked at this scene with a calm expression. When the figure just appeared, she realized that the figure might also be a duplicate body emerging from the thick fog. Turning his head thoughtfully, he looked at that
The place where "Sergeant Brad" pointed before he died.
"In this direction..." she muttered softly.
"Your Excellency the Gatekeeper, that's just a counterfeit deception," the priest at the side heard this grunt, and couldn't help stepping forward to remind him,
"It may be an enemy trap."
"But it doesn't seem to know that it is a fake," Agatha shook her head lightly,
"Remember
Have you got the information you have before? These 'fakes' seem to have three situations, one is muddled, attacking all living people, one seems to be under control and will be destroyed in an organized way in the city, and the other seems to retain the memory and emotion of the original body, even unaware I am a fake..."
The pastor froze for a moment, and his tone was hesitant:
"Did you mean..."
Agatha's eyes seemed a bit complicated for a while, but no one noticed her hesitation at this moment. After a short pause, she said calmly:
"This 'fake' was copied not so long ago, and he may have retained memories from hours ago or even less - on the other hand, as we went down, the news from the city hall has been that The confidential secretary is passing it on his behalf, and the consul Winston seems to be missing."
The pastor quickly realized what Agatha meant.
"The counterfeit is a fake, but its memory is real," he said quickly,
"The Consul Winston may have brought a group of soldiers here not long ago, and one of them, a sergeant named Martin Brad, was killed in the mine tunnel-this thick fog reproduced The sergeant who just died in battle and his memory!"
"Maybe this is the truth."
Agatha nodded lightly, and then turned to the mine tunnel illuminated by dim lights~IndoMTL.com~No one knows the situation in the depths of the mining layer, but the Consul Winston is clearly in control Some truths that others don't know - now he led a group of soldiers into the depths of the mine at the critical moment when the whole city was caught in a vision. There is no doubt that the biggest clue may lie in this direction.
"Thank you for your guidance."
Agatha turned her head, nodded solemnly towards the pile of dried mud where no human silhouette could be seen at all, and then waved to the surrounding subordinates:
"Come on - let's find the whereabouts of the consul!"
At the same time, on the boundless ocean covered by the chaotic and dark sky, the ghost ship with twin shadows skimmed the waves like the wind, passing through countless, virtual and real ship shadows.
Lawrence stood on the bow of the White Oak, looking down at the undulating sea below.
Among the undulating waves, he could already see the... reflection of the city-state in the distance.