Chapter 1785 Xu Ying
In the rearview mirror, the two figures gradually shrank until they disappeared completely into the shadows at the end of the road, out of sight. But Potato's gentle touch was deeply imprinted in Li Nana's heart, becoming a warm and precious memory in the apocalypse.
The convoy restarted, the soft sound of tires rolling over the ground particularly clear in the silence, as it slowly drove into the secret underground passage hidden inside the city walls.
Li Luo sat in the passenger seat, her gaze slowly sweeping across the interior of the passageway, a subtle stirring rising in her heart.
The passageway walls are made of thick, dark gray alloy, with a smooth surface that exudes an indestructible texture, like a solid barrier that isolates people from external dangers, giving people a sense of security.
The explosion-proof lights on both sides are embedded in the wall grooves. The warm white light is soft yet sufficient, unlike ordinary lights which are dazzling. Instead, it illuminates every corner of the passage clearly and brightly, and even the fine texture of the ground can be seen.
The walls are densely packed with high-definition surveillance cameras, their black lenses gleaming with a cold, faint light, like countless vigilant eyes constantly monitoring the movement within the passage. Interspersed among them are energy sensing devices emitting a pale blue halo, forming a tight protective net layered upon layer, leaving no loopholes, full of secrecy and professional rigor.
The vehicle moved smoothly, with almost no bumps throughout the journey. Only the slight sound of tires rubbing against the ground echoed softly in the tunnel, so quiet that you could hear your own breathing.
Looking out the window at the solemn scene, Li Luo felt a slight relaxation in her heart.
Such tight protection is sufficient to resist external prying and intrusion, and the subsequent storage of the reagents should be foolproof.
After about fifteen minutes of driving, the vehicle slowly came to a stop; we had finally arrived at the No. 3 underground docking point.
This is a spacious and well-organized underground space, much larger than imagined. The floor is covered with non-slip and wear-resistant light gray tiles. The tiles are flat and smooth with clear and regular patterns, and are so clean that there is not a speck of dust.
Scattered around are several enclosed rooms, including confidential conference rooms and temperature- and humidity-controlled temporary storage rooms, all equipped with heavy alloy doors. The doors fit tightly against the walls and are fitted with fine sealing strips, exuding a high level of security.
The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, not pungent, but rather refreshing, blending in with the solemn atmosphere around it, demonstrating professionalism and rigor. It was clearly well-managed and controlled, capable of isolating all external prying and interference to the greatest extent possible, ensuring that every task was carried out flawlessly.
Looking at the scene before him, Li Luo's heart, which had been hanging in suspense all the way, finally settled down. Such a thorough plan truly lived up to the professional reputation of the Blazing Fire Team headquarters.
As soon as the vehicle came to a stop, a man dressed in a black combat uniform strode up to greet them. His steps were steady and powerful, each step exuding confidence. He carried an imposing aura that commanded respect without anger. This was Xu Ying, the commander-in-chief of the Blazing Fire Team.
He was in his fifties, and the years had etched a few fine lines around his eyes, but they had not diminished his heroic spirit in the slightest. Instead, they had added a touch of calm and experience from weathering many storms.
His buzz cut was neat and clean, revealing a full forehead and exuding decisiveness;
His skin was a healthy bronze color, the result of years of running around and carrying out missions. His figure was still tall and strong, with his shoulders and back as straight as a pine tree. He was wrapped in the unique fortitude and tenacity of a soldier, exuding a powerful aura.
His eyes and brows are sharp as an eagle's, and his gaze is deep and penetrating, as if he can see into people's hearts. However, due to his long-standing position of power and his tolerance and experience, his sharpness and fierceness have faded, and he has gained a more gentle and profound sense of intimidation.
