Chapter 87 Chapter 87

Unsurprisingly, the initial part of the mission went very well.They entered the fire station through the back door.Puller quietly fiddled with the door lock, and after a while, the door was pushed open. "The army taught you to pick the door and press the lock?" Cole asked in a low voice. "We were taught urban street fighting," Puller replied. After confirming that there was no one on the first floor, they went up the stairs to the second floor.It took Puller ten minutes to connect the phone cable to the wall socket, and he pulled out an old satellite phone that looked like a big brick from his backpack.

"Where did you find it?" Cole asked. "Army. We never throw anything away." He plugged the phone line into the satellite phone jack, pressed a button, and held the phone to his ear. "There's a buzz," he said. "Can I make long-distance calls?" Cole asked, trying to put on a small smile. "There's no problem at any distance," Puller said. They went back to the first floor, to the row of lockers that David Lelymore had mentioned.These cabinets are locked tightly, and it looks like no one has touched them since the fire station closed.

Pulling off his backpack, Puller said, "Time to change into show clothes." He pulled out two hazmat suits with respirators. "That old chap says plutonium has a half-life of over twenty-four thousand years," Cole whispered. "He was right." Pooler handed her a hazmat suit.Cole looked at it and said, "He also said that these suits might not be enough to block direct nuclear radiation." "The suits are much better than the ones they used in the 1960s. But you can stay here and cover me if you want. It might be more useful than you going in with me."

"You also understand that you are talking nonsense." She began to put on the protective clothing. Once dressed, Cole looked at Puller and said, "We look like astronauts going to walk on the moon." "You may not be too far off the mark." Puller pried open the locker and found the platen inside.With a firm press, the back panel opened.He touched the lever and prayed to himself that the mechanism would still work decades later. With a bang, the locker slowly drifted away from the wall to the right, and a breeze rushed in.Puller breathed a sigh of relief.The cabinet made a harsh sound when it was sliding, and it hadn't been moved since the 1960s.Puller couldn't help but smile.Whoever the enemy was, they obviously did not enter the fort from here.It was the mine shaft they used.

Cole turned on the flashlight, and what they saw was a staircase leading down. "You seem a little disappointed," Pooler told her through the mask.She looked at Pooler in a little surprise. "Did you just secretly wish we couldn't get in there?" "Maybe a little," Cole admitted. "Being open to your fear is better than being scared by it and turning around and running," he said. "What if you still can't face your fear in the end?" "Then all you're facing is death," Puller replied.He pulled out two pairs of night vision goggles.

"It must be pitch black in there, our eyes can only rely on it. When we are sure there is no one else in there, we can turn on the flashlight. I will show you how to use this pair of mirrors, you have to get used to it slowly .And, if anything happens to me, you'll rely on its help to get out of there as soon as possible." "If something happened to you, it might have happened to me." Puller shook his head. "You can't say that. We have to be optimistic that at least one of us will survive." He explained how to use the night vision goggles, slipped them over Cole's head, and snapped them over her respirator.

"Okay, you already have the ability to use night vision goggles." He put on his night vision goggles and plugged it in.Then he handed Cole the reel of telephone cables. "Leave the line while walking." "I've got all the phone cables I can find. Hope it's long enough." "We can only use what we can find. If it's not long enough, we'll find another way." She nodded. Puller was the first down the stairs.His vision was generally a bit blurry, and the green color of the night vision goggles made him feel like he was in a large, chaotic fishbowl.However, the details of the surrounding scenery are clearly displayed in front of him, which he cannot do with the naked eye.

Puller pays attention to details.There is often a big difference in the details between going out on a mission and evacuating the scene after completing the mission. They reached the bottom of the stairs.Ahead was a long corridor with concrete walls painted yellow.They walked down the corridor, and it wasn't long before Puller saw the air filter.He patted Cole on the shoulder, pointed to the front and said, "The air filtration system." Cole pats him on the back to show that she saw it too. In front of them was a huge and complex machine that might have been the most advanced in its time.There was nothing about the air filtration system in those drawings, but Puller saw what he expected at a glance.A big fan, twice his size in diameter.This is a place to be careful.Fortunately, at least they don't have to worry about the fan suddenly turning up.He flexibly twisted his body along the shape of the blades, slipped through the gap between the two large blades, and turned around to help Cole slip through.They moved the phone cable carefully so that it did not catch on the sharp blades.What they are most worried about right now is that the cable will be cut by something, thus losing communication with the outside world.In the nearly one-meter-thick cement shell, the mobile phone will not have any signal.Puller tried his best to pass the cable along the ground and over the base of the fan, so that the smooth curved metal surface of the base would not cause any damage to the cable.

They continued on for dozens of meters.Puller counted the steps silently and judged that they were almost there.He adjusted the position of the backpack strap on his shoulder, and drew the M11 pistol from the front holster. With the MP5 submachine gun still hanging on his chest, he can point its muzzle at the enemy in seconds.Puller looked back to see that Cole had also drawn her King Cobra revolver. The interior of this pilot plant is huge, and if encounters occur here, they may not all be close combat.But after all, it is different from the long-distance sniper hunting in the wild. In such a space, MP5 has a powerful lethality that is enough to make anyone terrified.But if there was already a sniper waiting in ambush, also wearing green night-vision goggles, Puller and Cole might be dead.

They made it through two more obstacles, one of which Puller simply smashed.Then they entered a place that was, by any standard, remarkably spacious.It was still pitch black here, and without night-vision goggles they would be blind men and elephants.There were about a hundred meters of telephone cable left, which Puller hoped would be enough.He quickly dodged to the right, hiding behind a long metal workbench, and Cole quickly followed.There was a musty smell here, and the airtight cement shell couldn't stop the moisture rising from the ground. Pooler looked around the building's interior.It is very tall, has no windows, and has brick walls.The ceiling was nearly ten meters above his head.The whole building looks very solid, with fluorescent tubes hanging from the pillars.The drawings they had seen showed that there was another floor above it, presumably for administrative and service offices.However, the place where they are currently located is obviously the main building of this pilot plant.

Covering the entire building is a dome-shaped concrete shell.Puller couldn't help thinking that he was in a house, and that house was in an eggshell. "We've got to search this place thoroughly," Puller said through his visor. "What exactly are we looking for?" "Look for anything that's breathing, and then look for fifty-gallon lead-lined drums, and things that don't look like they should be here." "What the hell is that?" Cole asked impatiently. "Looks like something new here," he replied. "You search from the left, I'm on the right, and we'll meet in the center." He handed Cole a walkie-talkie. "It works here, it doesn't need the signal transmitted by the satellite. But they are not secure, and other people can listen to the conversation." Thirty minutes later, Puller found them. He checked the quantity, and there were five drums in total.He didn't know if the barrel was lined with lead, but he hoped it was.He leaned closer and saw the stains and mildew on the outside of the metal barrel.The walls of the barrel were intact, and there didn't appear to be any holes through which radiation could leak out, which would have killed him.He leaned in further and wiped some of the smudges off the barrel with his glove.Faded blue marks, and a skull and crossed bones. The blue one is uranium. The other barrel side by side is also blue.Puller shook the two buckets with his hands, they were quite full, and of course its weight probably included the lead lining on the inner wall.The lid of the barrel was tightly sealed, and a thick hard shell was still formed on it. It seemed that it hadn't been opened for decades. The other two barrels are painted with red markings and also have skulls painted on them. plutonium.He pushed them and they were full too. The marking on the last bucket is also red.plutonium.Puller's attention, however, was elsewhere. The lid of this bucket is gone.Puller moved forward again, desperately desperate, and looked down into the bucket.The interior walls are lined with lead, yes, that's not bad.The lead lining is very complete and has not been damaged by any external force.That's great. The barrel is empty.The plutonium was gone.It's scary.This means great disaster. Puller then noticed something else.On the concrete floor next to the five barrels, there were six identical circular marks arranged in a row.Puller fully understood what this was.There had once been six other barrels here.Uranium and plutonium.uranium or plutonium.Now they are gone. He pressed the intercom. "I found the stuff. But one barrel was empty, and it was supposed to contain plutonium. There were six more barrels missing." The intercom crackled, followed by Cole's trembling voice: "I've found something here, too." "Cole, are you okay?" "I... just searched here. I'm on the east side, more than a hundred meters away from where we parted." "What? What did you find?" "Roger. I see Roger Trent."