Chapter 81 Chapter 81

Puller and Cole reached the edge of the jungle.They knelt on one knee and quickly scanned everything in front of them.Puller shifted the pack from his left shoulder to his right. He looked around again.They have no room for error and cannot afford to be wrong.It was almost dawn. Cole followed his example and looked around carefully. There are no lights.The house was dark.No traffic on the street. They are probably the only two people left on the planet.Puller looked to the right, then to the left, and finally to the target in front of him, and nodded to Cole. They came out of the woodland.

Puller was wearing camouflage uniform and his face was painted black.There is an M11 pistol in the front and back. The MP5 submachine gun is slung across the chest. Cole wore black pants and a dark shirt, with his face blacked out like Pooler.She was holding the King Cobra pistol and had a spare pistol in a holster around her waist. Sweat soaked Puller's underwear.The humidity of the air hit a record high.The combination of heat and moisture was tormenting.Pooler could imagine the suffocating heat of those in the old houses without electricity, but perhaps they were still thankful they had a roof over their heads.

He stared at the concrete dome ahead.The building rising abruptly under the night sky looks like a large hard tumor growing out of a healthy organ.Puller used his metal scissors to cut a large hole in the wire mesh.A few minutes later he and Cole were standing next to the large tumor. Cole pulled a few pages from her backpack.Pooler took the flashlight out of his trouser pocket.They studied the drawings carefully. "We need to figure out roughly how big this guy is," Puller said, and Cole nodded. Cole stayed where he was.Puller faced west and began to measure with his feet.He walked a hundred steps.He took a huge stride of about 1.2 meters.It was difficult to make such measurements in the bushes and grass, but he made the best effort possible.About one hundred and twenty meters wide.Longer than a football field.

He next measured the length of the building. He walked two hundred paces.About two hundred and forty meters long.Almost a quarter of a kilometer.He roughly calculated the square meters of the building's interior and was impressed by the results.Governments do this kind of big stuff all the time, especially in the old days when they were able to burn money at will. sprawling building.Big enough for what? The blueprints he found in Strauss' safe did not reveal its purpose at all. Also included in those drawings was a warning from the government that no mining blasts should be carried out within a three-kilometre radius around the facility.In addition, many coordinate points in the drawings are marked with dangerous symbols.The drawings and documents are undated and have no descriptive notes.Puller and Cole scoured every inch of the drawing, but they still couldn't figure out what it was for.

confidential.top secret.Maybe that's why Drake was chosen in the first place.Today the building is a lump of concrete abandoned in the middle of nowhere. Puller returned to Cole."How big is it?" she asked. "Larger than it looks," he replied softly. He looked back across the block beyond the woods.1950s style house.More than half a century of history.In those days, many things happened in the world. He turned to Cole. "What did your parents tell you about it?" "Not much to say. One time the sirens went off here and my dad said no one knew what was going on. As far as I know, they never got to the local police station. I spoke with Sheriff Lindemann's The ex talked about it, he had been retired for a long time. He told me that he didn't run the place at all."

Puller pulled out of his pocket the page he had brought from the firehouse.Fire safety measures are printed on it.92 and 94 are written on the edge of the paper. "Have you guessed what these two numbers refer to?" "Maybe." "what is it then?" If the numbers really represented what he guessed, the case would have to be looked at from a whole new angle.An angle that spelled great disaster. "I'll tell you after I confirm." "Why don't you say it now? You made a lot of guesses in front of me." "This time is different. I have to confirm it. If I get it wrong, I'm just going to panic people for no reason."

Cole licked his lips. "I've been panicking for a long time, Puller. Come to think of it, gas pipelines, nuclear reactors, can you guess something more terrible than this?" "Probably much more terrifying." "Okay, the panic you have caused me with such a serious look has far exceeded my maximum tolerance." Puller half-kneeled in the jungle, carefully listening to the sounds of various wild animals nearby.Dawn is breaking in the east.He heard the tail of a speeding snake.He knew by the sound that there were other copperheads nearby.Florida's swamps are infested with the aggressive water moth, and there have been some snakebites in the final stages of Ranger training.Some of Puller's comrades were terrified of snakes, but they fought back their fear.A comrade-in-arms nearly died from a fatal bite by a corona snake, but he was saved.Yet he was dead four years later when a roadside bomb in Afghanistan exploded right at his feet.

Snake venom is terrible, but roadside bombs are much more terrible. Puller considered the options available to them as he listened to the voices around him.He thinks very fast, because time is the most scarce thing he currently has.He came to the concrete wall at the back of the building, brushed away the dense vines and plant tendrils attached to the wall, and touched the rough wall. "Are you sure your father said it was about a meter thick?" "Yes, my dad saw it when they were working." Building a wall with a thickness of one meter on such a large area requires cement as vast as the sea.Only the federal government can do such a project, in a sense it is like rebuilding a Hoover Dam.

for what? "We've got to get inside this guy," he said. "Yes, but how to get in?" Puller touched a smoother wall.The strength of cement will weaken over time, especially in the local natural environment.But reaching a thickness of almost a meter is enough to allow it to withstand erosion and degradation of the material over a considerable historical period.He looked up and saw that the building standing in the air was ten stories high.Some surrounding trees grow taller than it, but there are not many such trees.He could grab the vines and climb to the top of the dome, but what if he got there?

One meter thick.It's hard to break through walls, at least not without alarming others.He needs to find a hammer drill and power up this place.He looked down, staring at the place where the concrete wall met the dirt.What happens when you dig a hole underneath? Puller took a folding shovel from his pack and began digging.After less than a meter of digging, the shovel slammed into something.He dug up some loose soil and turned on the flashlight to check. "Like some steel thing," Cole said. "Yes, it's iron. Rusted, but still solid." He wondered how far this iron line of defense extended from the base of the wall.There are about two meters.The people who built the giant dome didn't forget to invest money in such details.

There is no way below, and no door above. There should still be a path.You can't build a thing like this without leaving an entrance.What if there is a need to re-enter its interior? He said suddenly, "Let me look at those drawings again." Cole hands him the backpack.He flipped through it quickly and found the page he needed.He carefully read the above text.It was clearly recorded, but it hadn't caught his attention before.That's it. "We need to find your brother," Pooler said to Cole. "Randy? What does he have to do with this?" Cole frowned. "You're not trying to tell me he's involved in this? First thought my sister was trying to blow you up, and now—" Puller grabbed her arm. "No, I don't think your brother is involved. But I think he can help. Let's go find him."