I Have a Mansion in the Post-Apocalyptic World

Chapter 297 How Could It Be Him?

It is obviously unwise to enter from the front, but Jiang Chen has no intention of going in by himself. :Le:Wen:Novel 3w.し

For things like investigation, just leave it to drones to do it.

He ordered the older soldier to go back and report to Cheng Weiguo, asking him to bring some people over to support him. At the same time, Jiang Chen also ordered the younger soldier to run to the back door of the shopping mall to guard against anyone escaping from behind.

After finishing all this, Jiang Chen took out a scout hummingbird drone from the storage space. This type of hummingbird chassis does not have a machine gun mounted on it. Instead, it is replaced by a set of relatively lightweight multi-functional camera and monitoring equipment, which is capable of various investigation tasks and is considered a very convenient investigation tool.

However, Jiang Chen was not completely satisfied. After thinking for a while, he also installed two sticky explosives the size of a fist on the top shell of the drone to make use of the excess payload of the drone.

Connecting the drone with the computer of the power armor, he carefully approached the shopping mall, then threw the disc in his hand at the entrance of KFC near the gate of the mall, and controlled the drone to float towards the window on the third floor.

Without the slightest sound, the disc-shaped drone approached the window sealed by the cloth, and the needle camera under the chassis pierced into the cloth.

Apart from a desk and a row of file racks, there was nothing suspicious in the room.

A small cut was made in the cloth, and the drone slowly floated into the room. Right below the window, Jiang Chen saw a disc-shaped fragment mine.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle.

Fortunately, tmd didn't just turn it in. It turns out that Nima is full of traps.

Not only the windows, but also an infrared tripping mine ambushed under the open door.

However, these things are of no use to drones.

Handle the drone skillfully. Flying directly into the same deserted corridor, Jiang Chen searched from room to room.

Most of the rooms are empty, or stacked with pre-war office supplies.

But the room at the end of the corridor. He saw something different.

Four refrigerator-sized metal machines stood in a row at the entrance. Stick to that machine. You can faintly hear a whine of the fan. Is this a computer case? But it doesn't look like much.

In the center of the room is a blood-stained operating table.

The light coming in from the gap in the wooden boards of the window happened to be sprinkled on the bloodstain on the operating table. There were three or two scalpels on the rusty tray. Judging from the bloodstains that were not completely black, it seemed that an operation had been performed here not long ago.

What's even more tingling is the paint bucket in the corner.

The barrel was obviously not filled with paint, but blood mixed with minced meat and cold severed limbs.

"Damn it." Jiang Chen, who was staying outside the shopping mall, cursed secretly, his stomach churning slightly.

These things are obviously not what a shopping mall should have.

Just as Jiang Chen manipulated the drone around the room. While searching for something that might reveal information, there was a faint sound coming from downstairs.

With a heartbeat, Jiang Chen immediately controlled the drone to float out of the room and down the stairs to the downstairs.

Flying directly past the row after row, Yuanpan stopped at the door of an office

The door was closed, but that didn't help the talented Yao Yao.

This little girl is not only unsurpassed in programming, but also has profound attainments in the modification of electronic equipment. Jiang Chen carefully controlled the hummingbird to get close to the door handle, aimed at the mechanical keyhole, and then stabbed out the probe with the camera on the front.

The probe went down the keyhole and made several bends in the keyhole. Passed through the back of the door smoothly.

The room is dimly lit, but you can see clearly.

There are four people in the room, three standing. One is lying down.

It was Meng Qian who was lying on the ground, and the closest to him was a man with beards. The tall and thin man couldn't see his face clearly, but his intuition told Jiang Chen that he was dangerous. As for the man with his back to the door, he didn't seem to have much presence, he should be a little guy or something.

 …

"Damn it, why did this idiot take the medicine by himself? Didn't I tell him, don't take this medicine by yourself! How does this shit have a brain?" A strong man with a beard said cursingly. , and at the same time kicked Meng Qian who was lying unconscious on the ground.

This kick seemed to hurt Meng Qian. Woke him up from his coma.

When he realized that he was tied into a rice dumpling, his eyes gradually became terrified.

"What should we do next?" A tall, thin man stood beside him. He was holding a streamlined rifle in his hand, and he was looking at Meng Qian writhing on the ground with cold eyes. Said in an emotionless tone.

"How about... just observe for a while?" The man standing at the door suggested.

"That's the only way to go, at least until he wakes up." The bearded man sighed, walked to a chair beside him, sat down, and lit a cigarette.

"You, who are you! Why did you tie me up! God, are you crazy? Hong Bo, Xiao Du, come and help me! These crazy people..." Facing the empty office The table yelled, and Meng Qian chanted inexplicable names indiscriminately.

Judging from the reactions on the faces of those people, the name he shouted should not belong to anyone present.

"Who can make this guy quiet." After exhaling a smoke ring, the bearded man shook the cigarette butt and said impatiently.

boom--!

A wisp of blue smoke rose from the rifle in the tall and thin man's hand.

Meng Qian was completely quiet. In those wide eyes, the pupils gradually became dilated.

Blood spread along the back of his head, reflecting the seeping blood hole on his forehead.

The room was eerily quiet.

The cigarette stuck between the two fingers of the beard was full of smoke, and he froze there without moving. After a long while, a piece of ash was silently peeled off.

"You... killed him?"

"That's right." The tall, thin man said disapprovingly.

The corner of his mouth twitched, the bearded man was obviously dissatisfied with this man's behavior, but it seemed that out of some kind of fear, he didn't dare to get angry with this tall and thin man.

"Okay, it's over now, everything has to start over." The bearded man slapped his thigh, flicked off the cigarette butt in his hand, and complained to his knee.

"Trash has no value." The tall, thin man said nonchalantly.

"But at least we can learn about the situation in that camp from his mouth. Now, we don't even know whether he has had contact with those blue skins or not." The man standing at the door said helplessly.

Whether it was a realization of his own sloppiness or out of extreme conceit, the tall, lanky man made no explanation for his companion's complaints.

After pondering for a moment, he said in an orderly tone.

"Use the mutated fly, inject the drug into its toxin sac, and then place them around the shelter... I'll be in charge of the operation, and you can find two mutated flies and come back."

The skull-sized fly, which attacks by shooting barbed maggots, is one of the most disgusting creatures in the wasteland. Although it is not very aggressive, it carries all kinds of germs on its body, and it is very troublesome once it gets infected.

"To live?" The beard raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm." The man nodded.

"Are you kidding me? Catch two mutated flies alive? Do you think that thing is a rabbit?" Maybe it was the commanding tone that made the bearded man really unbearable, he yelled at the tall and thin man.

"If you are infected with mutated germs, I can help you deal with it." The tall and thin man said with the same indifferent tone.

"Drink!" The bearded sneered disdainfully, "I won't let you touch my internal organs. Let me tell you, our Crimson Chamber of Commerce and you are just a cooperative relationship, not your servant."

"Is this what your boss meant?" The tall, thin man asked

"We helped you get into the shelter, and you gave us the recipe for that medicine—"

"Shh." The tall and thin man suddenly raised a finger and stuck it to his lips.

The room fell silent for an instant.

was discovered? !

Jiang Chen swallowed, and manipulated the drone to retreat.

However, at this moment, something unfortunate happened.

Because the keyhole has not been oiled for a long time, the probe made a slight sound when it was withdrawn from the keyhole.

"Who's there!" There was a shout from behind the door, and the man near the door quickly turned the handle and knocked open the door.

Seeing that it had been discovered, Jiang Chen fortunately pushed the power of the drone's engine to the maximum. Accompanied by the buzzing of the current sound, the drone rushed into the room with a "woo".

The tall and thin man raised his gun, but the moment he saw his face clearly, Jiang Chen was shocked.

Lin Chaoen! ? How could it be this product?

That Rebel Alliance guy, Lin Chaoen with whom he met at the Bullet Casket Tavern on Sixth Street? !

He almost forgot about this guy. After agreeing to cooperate against mutants, he didn't hear from him. He didn't expect to meet him here!

Lin Chaoen pulled the trigger, and at the same time, Jiang Chen reflexively pressed the switch of the sticky bomb.

The signal from the drone was cut off, and Jiang Chen looked up at the second floor of the shopping mall.

about a half-second delay.

boom--!

Accompanied by a roaring explosion, the scarlet flames flickered, and the wooden board that sealed the window was blown out more than ten meters away.

Looking at the billowing smoke from the window, Jiang Chen was a little confused.

He was completely confused, what kind of play was this singing about? (To be continued.) () "I Have a Suite in the End Times" only represents the opinion of the author Chenxing LL. If you find that its content violates national laws and conflicts, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing healthy and green Read the platform. 【】,thank you all!

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