Chapter 382: Chapter 380: MS?

“Okay, Mom!” Hua Bao was just about to extend the Vine to cover the short man’s mouth, nose, and limbs when the “creaking” sound was heard, and the elevator came down.

Jiang Yan heard it too, “Don’t make a move yet.”

“Alright.” Hua Bao quickly retracted the Vine.

“Clang–” The steel plate stopped in midair, ten centimeters above the floor level, and two men, each holding a submachine gun, stepped off, one after the other.

“Little Boss.”

“Little Boss.”

“I’m here.” The short man gave the two a glance, then bent over to take out a rectangular, flat box from a locked metal container nearby.

The corner he was in, aside from having an oil drum, also had a brazier with a weak charcoal fire.

On top of the brazier was a tripod, and on it a soup pot with a lid, its sides blackened by heavy smoke.

White, dense vapor was continuously spilling out from the gaps in the lid.

“Mhm.” The two tall men nodded and stood obediently to the side.

The short man approached the soup pot, opened the lid, then picked up a pair of tongs to clamp the flat box and put it into the pot.

Through Hua Bao’s perspective, Jiang Yan could see that the pot was filled with mostly clear water.

Soon, the short man took out the box, now emitting white vapor, and after drying it with an old, yet clean towel, he quickly opened it and took out a syringe from the side.

Only then did Jiang Yan see clearly that inside the flat box were three vials of orange-yellow liquid.

The short man had already filled the syringe with the liquid.

The two awaiting men, seeing this, approached, and with great effort, rolled up their sleeves to reveal their grubby arms.

The orange liquid was swiftly injected into their arms.

“Thank you, Little Boss.”

“With this shot, I won’t be afraid of the cold for the next few days! Nor will I worry about running out of oxygen!”

After thanking him, the two men bid farewell and left.

Jiang Yan felt it was rather strange – what was it they were injecting?

Could it be a drug that enables one to resist the cold?

However, the two men shared the same syringe…

“Mom, should we make a move?” Just as Hua Bao finished speaking, the short man drew another syringe full of the liquid and injected it into his own arm.

“Wait a moment.”

Unlike the other two men, he took a new syringe and sterilized his arm before injecting.

After putting the syringe away neatly, he yawned wearily and walked towards the sleeping bag area.

He was still carrying an oxygen bottle on his back and showed no intention of taking it off, simply squatting down against the wall on the spot.

Soon, a faint snoring sound came from the mask.

Jiang Yan’s frown tightened: this man, sleeping without taking off his mask or oxygen bottle, seemed to be extremely alert.

After all, in this extreme cold weather, there were hardly any people in their vicinity.

“Mom, can we make our move now?” Hua Bao seemed eager to act.

“Not yet, come up here and meet me at the door to let me in,” Jiang Yan suddenly realized it would be simpler and more straightforward for Hua Bao to kill the man.

But even if it could suffocate someone with its Vine, the person wouldn’t remain silent.

What she wanted was to capture this man alive for a rigorous interrogation.

And in this building, there were also sixty or seventy guards with guns.

She didn’t want to cause too much commotion.

She did notice, however, that when Hua Bao passed the floor with the small door earlier, in addition to the neatly stacked “two-legged sheep” products waiting to be shipped out, there were only four guards.

It would be easy for Hua Bao to deal with these guards without making much noise.

And that place was one of the only two blind spots in the entire building’s line of sight.

The other blind spot was where the short man was located.

“Okay.” Hua Bao retracted the Vine and quickly climbed up the elevator chain to the upper floors.

On the floor with doors, the guards, already drowsy, had not yet reacted when they felt an invisible force fiercely grasp their necks.

The guards’ faces contorted, eyes bulging as they kicked their legs and convulsed a couple of times before falling still.

The door was of a very traditional type.

Only, there are three layers.

The outermost one is a wooden door, the middle one is a metal door, and the innermost, is more like a thick layer of heat-insulating cotton.

Such heat-insulating and soundproofing cotton seems to exist upstairs as well.

Hua Bao cocked her head to listen upstairs, hearing no movement, then carefully opened the door.

The cold wind of Xiao Xiao mixed with rice-grain-sized black snowflakes poured in.

Jiang Yan outside had also cautiously approached the door, and with a nimble shift of her body, she slipped into the room.

Even with a gas mask prepared in advance, the stuffy air and the foul and fishy smell hit her in the face instantly.

Seeing the piles of neatly packed dismembered limbs and heads, Jiang Yan trembled violently and shuddered several times.

She suddenly felt she had made an unwise decision.

At this moment, she just wanted to anesthetize the person quickly and leave this place as soon as possible.

The oxygen inside the room was very scarce, and wearing a gas mask, she couldn’t stay for too long.

Hua Bao already understood her intentions, curling up her body, and like an octopus, quickly scuttled down to the small-sized room below through the elevator shaft.

“What is that–” The man who was responsible for transporting “two-legged sheep” from the upstairs assembly line, just as he was lowering a storage basket, caught a glimpse of a slender shadow, like a puppet manipulated by strings, leaping down into the dark hole.

It was bizarrely strange.

But that seemed to be Little Boss’s rest area and supply Inventory Area.

“What’s up?” asked another man.

The man’s mouth twitched, his eyes flickered for a moment, “Nothing.”

Dealing with corpses had been too frequent, he must be hallucinating.

“Hmm–” Jiang Yan’s figure quietly appeared in the small-sized man’s room, and the man instantly opened his eyes and sprang up in a second.

Unfortunately for him, who wanted to speak, he felt his mouth and nose suddenly covered.

Jiang Yan did not give him the chance to speak more. She raised the anaesthetic gun in her hand, aimed at the only exposed part of his neck, and fired.

The drugs in this anaesthetic gun worked quickly and lasted a long time; it would take at least an hour for the man to wake up.

Hua Bao not only covered his mouth and nose but also wrapped his body with vines at the moment he was about to collapse, took off his mask and oxygen bottle, and then gently laid him down.

Immediately after, Jiang Yan moved her thoughts and took out several ropes and black sealing tape from the Space.

Only after the small-sized man was bound hand and foot, and his mouth and eyes were sealed with tape, did Jiang Yan start to carefully inspect the items in the room.

Since she was already here, before interrogating, she decided to first scavenge the useful supplies.

Hua Bao had already taken the lead and rushed out, pointing with her vines at a few massive boxes, “Mommy, this is Gold.”

Jiang Yan put the anaesthetic gun away in the Space, and then took out a cz805bren assault rifle with a 100-round capacity, before heading towards the Inventory Area.

Most of what was stacked here were packing materials, boxes, ropes, and a small amount of food.

However, this food made Jiang Yan feel nauseous; they looked like dried leeches and earthworms, and for the rest, she did not recognize them.

The earthworms were also mutated, of a size similar to loaches.

She gritted her teeth and swept all the supplies into her Space.

Those dried leeches and earthworms looked very disgusting, but in such an apocalyptic environment, perhaps she could exchange them for supplies later, who knows.

After clearing the Gold and a bunch of sleds, Jiang Yan returned to the area near the small-sized man, and took the remaining syringes and a bunch of flat boxes into her Space.

On the flat boxes, there was a slight protrusion.

She picked one up for a closer look, and her eyebrows furrowed.

“MS?”

She cautiously opened it, and Jiang Yan instantly inhaled sharply.

On the lid of the box, there was a layer of not very obvious patterns.

These patterns resembled some strange symbols.

Symbols…

Jiang Yan’s pupils sharply contracted; she had seen such patterns on the interior of Xueqian Meixue’s pink Mercedes, and also on the walls of the Flame Base’s core Inventory Area where Xue Miaomiao’s Gold birdcage was stored!

Importantly, what did “MS” mean?

Could it be… Musen…