Cultivating Immortals in Space: Cannon Fodder Becomes a Boss in the Wasteland

Chapter 101 Don't
It was dark in the building at this time.

Not to mention the underground warehouse with poor lighting.

However, the two people who didn't deal with each other walked in the narrow and dark passage, but now they had a surprisingly tacit understanding.

No one said anything.

Because they go all the way unimpeded.

All defenses and early warning systems have failed.

It was as if someone had just waded through it.

When he saw the thick door that was like a black hole with the middle door wide open.

Their hearts were raised one after another.

I have a bad feeling in my heart.

Their Guzman family can't afford this responsibility.

The cold sweat on the old man's face finally dripped from his chin.

Their hearts are getting heavier.

His eyes were blank, and he muttered to himself, "It's over, it's over..."

I saw that the entire floor of the palace-like hall was empty.

Suddenly it grows like crazy weeds.

The old man wiped off his cold sweat and comforted himself with a forced smile.

The entire underground warehouse is shiny, clean and even reflects faint light in the dark.

All kinds of weapons are neatly placed in the rooms on both sides, and the drugs have long since disappeared.

The face system, iris system, and fingerprint system are all useless.

"This is just an ordinary door lock, which can be opened with a key. The door locks behind are all high-tech door locks that require personal biometric identification."

More is what those people left behind.

When he rushed to the second floor and saw the same empty hall, his pupils shrank severely.

Now it's been looted.

It just feels like the darkness around them is going to swallow them up.

See the last door with the middle door wide open.

"There is still hope. With so many weapons, she shouldn't be able to move them away in a short time."

I can only helplessly admit that I am unlucky.

Going down layer by layer, each layer is empty, and the light can be used as a guide, just like locusts passing through.

Without his reminding, the man had already lifted his footsteps and walked through the empty and lonely hall.

His face became extremely ugly.

One security door after another was wide open.

"Fernan, hurry, go, look at the lower floors, are the things that those people left here still there?"

Quickly ran towards the stair passage leading to the second floor.

The old man's legs went limp and he fell directly to the ground.

wherever.

Only when they entered the warehouse and saw the huge empty hall in the dark.

They penetrate layers of undefended protective nets.

Their expressions were even more shocking than the girl's first time seeing the dazzling array of weapons displayed here.

But the more you go inside.

Then negative three floors, negative four floors, negative five floors...

Until I reached the negative tenth floor, I saw that the production lines left here were all swept away.

However, there is more than just their family's goods in this warehouse.

Sinking like a drowning person.

He said tremblingly.

This is a huge blow to him who loves money like his life.

Like gaping mouths in the dark.

To devour him whole.

This is all the property of their Guzman family.

His expression kept changing in the dark.

The old man trembled in both directions, and he trembled when he spoke.

Puff.

But it's about that terrible mysterious organization.

The old man spoke in a harsh voice.

Until they reach the warehouse door.

It would be fine if he was robbed.

His expression gradually became panicked, and his steps became more and more vain.

The fear in the man's heart could no longer be suppressed.

"No, no..."

At the end.

He couldn't help but pray in his heart.

　Ask for a monthly pass, recommend a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)