On the operating table, as a mercenary pressed a button, the pulley turned and the special rope on it was lowered towards the tunnel below.
This special rope is a type of aromatic polyamide fiber, scientifically known as Kevlar.
The tensile strength of Kevlar is 2.8 times that of nylon 66 and 6 to 7 times that of steel wire.
And its weight is only one-fifth of the steel wire of the same thickness.
A Kevlar rope just six millimeters thick is enough to lift a two-ton car.
Several Kevlar ropes connected and bound the assembled iron cage elevator, which quickly fell down the tunnel.
Ten minutes later, the special rope connecting the iron cage suddenly tightened, and the two soft steel cables used as safety ropes just above the iron cage creaked at the same time.
"Boss, they're at the bottom!"
There was an unclear voice coming from the walkie-talkie. It was White Ghost's voice.
Jacob listened to the intermittent sound in the communicator, walked to Charles and reported to him.
Charles was standing on his metal prosthesis, looking at the deep pit, waving his hand and commanding:
"Send a few people to deliver the things first!"
The mechanical arm twisted the turntable, and after more than ten minutes, the iron cage returned to the ice surface.
This time, supplies were transported under the ice, including oxygen masks, searchlights, compressed biscuits, water, weapons and ammunition, and four insulated boxes.
Looking at the incubator, Tang Song, who was standing next to him, raised his eyebrows. His spiritual sense penetrated the incubator and he could easily see what was inside.
It's four boxes of dinosaur eggs.
Interesting, Tang Song's eyes flickered, he didn't think Charles Weiland brought a few boxes of dinosaur eggs just to eat boiled eggs.
Alien, dinosaur eggs, Tang Song reached out and touched his chin, thoughtfully.
The iron cage that transported the supplies was raised and lowered three times before all the equipment was transported down.
It can be seen that every time the iron cage came up, Charles Weiland's subordinate mercenaries were very nervous, looking as if they were facing a great enemy.
Thermal imaging searchlights, seismic detectors, and many other monitoring equipment were all used and aimed at the iron cage.
A group of mercenaries pointed their guns at the iron cage, and a few even opened the shoulder cannons on their shoulder armor without hesitation.
Three red laser dots were aimed at the iron cage. Judging from the nervous expressions of these mercenaries, these shoulder cannons would be triggered immediately if there was any abnormal movement in the monitoring equipment.
However, after the iron cage went up and down two or three times, there was no movement. The mercenaries gradually relaxed, but they still did not put down their guns.
When all the supplies were delivered,
"Tang, I'm sorry to bother you!"
The iron cage slide opened, Charles Weiland took the lead and extended an invitation to Boss Tang.
"Fox, take them up there and keep watch!"
Tang Song watched Charles walking towards the iron cage on the thick snow. He paused with his cane and stopped Fox and several bodyguards who wanted to follow him down.
Tang Song took off the black jade ring from his thumb and threw it into Fox's hand.
"Yes! Boss!"
Fox held the black jade ring in his palm with a little nervousness, as cautiously as if he was holding a newborn baby.
During the time she followed Boss Tang, she got to know the true appearance of the black jade ring.
Tang Song walked into the iron cage, faced Charles's meaningful gaze, nodded and responded with a smile.
What a joke. There's a pit two thousand feet underground, nearly six hundred meters deep. If you don't leave some backup plans and something really goes wrong, you'll be playing with your life.
He left Fox and others there to guard against possible Iron Man appearances, and also to guard against Charles Weiland!
If anything unexpected happened, this old guy would slide up and blow up the entrance of the cave.
2,000 feet under the ice, even if Tang Song didn't die, it would take a lot of effort to get out.
With Fox and Blackie guarding, even if Charles Wayland's men want to play any tricks, they have to stay alive first.
… …
The iron cage slowly descended, with smooth ice walls on both sides.
In the iron cage, except Tang Song and Charles Weiland, the remaining eight people were Charles Weiland's elite subordinates.
The reason why they are called elite,
This is because in addition to the shoulder cannons on their bodies, these eight people all wore strangely shaped biochemical masks on their faces and had sharp high-tech claw knives tied to their wrists.
"These are the equipment seized from those alien creatures!"
Charles Weiland seemed to notice that Tang Song was sizing up the weapons on his subordinates, so he explained to Boss Tang:
"I call them Predators. They are bipedal humanoid creatures. They look very weird, with braided hair and openable jaws on their faces! Well, they look very ugly!"
Charles Weiland took a mask from Jacob and handed it to Tang Song.
"This thing's vision is similar to the infrared spectrum, and it has a built-in thermal imaging device.
Their masks can enhance their thermal imaging and better distinguish scenes in other electromagnetic spectra such as infrared, ultraviolet, etc.
These things are wearing cloaking devices, I think you need this!"
Tang Song took the mask, but out of caution, he did not put it on his face. He just held it in his hand and played with it repeatedly.
When Charles Weiland saw that Tang Song did not wear the mask on his face, a hint of disappointment flashed in the depths of his eyes.
He did not do anything with the mask he gave to Tang Song, and it was much better than the copies made by his men.
The mask he handed to Tang Song was an authentic one that was stripped off the face of an iron-blooded warrior.
It's not that he's generous.
But after dealing with these Iron-Blooded Warriors for more than ten years, Charles Weiland knows them very well.
The technology of these alien creatures far exceeds that of humans and they can easily travel through space. They are equipped with high-performance weapons, some of which have even been preserved and improved and thus used for thousands of years.
But for them, their high-tech items symbolize their glory and second life.
For this reason, they would send tribes (clans) that specialize in handling related matters to reclaim and eliminate foreigners who abuse them, and would even sacrifice their lives to prevent others from using them;
If the altar is opened and the Iron Man is attracted, Tang Song, who is holding the genuine Iron Man mask, will be their first target.
This would buy him enough time to evacuate.
Although he was a little surprised that Tang Song was not wearing a mask, the old and sophisticated Charles Weiland did not show it on his face.
For him, as long as the mask is in Tang Song's hands, he can attract the attention of some of the Iron-Blooded Warriors.
… … …
Perhaps because Charles Weiland was in the iron cage, the cage did not descend very quickly this time. It was not until twenty minutes later that a faint light was seen under the cage.
Jacob took out the radio and called out, and White Ghost's response was successfully heard on the channel.
However, apparently for safety reasons, after Jacob put down the walkie-talkie, he asked his subordinates to pick up a high-power searchlight and send out light signals below.
After receiving the response from the lights below, the armed guards let down their guard a little, but they still kept their guns in hand and stared at the bottom cautiously.
The iron cage was hovering about thirty centimeters above the ground. It was obvious that the surveyors of Weyland Industries were all elites.
At least they don't have to enjoy the joy of experiencing surveying failure and hanging on a wire rope.
Through the lighting system built by Bai Youling and his team, a towering ancient pyramid building appeared in front of Tang Song.
The part of the pyramid that is exposed above is dozens of meters long, and it seems to be built directly with huge stones.
Two stone doors, more than ten meters high, are directly opposite the iron cage ladder. Inside the dark doors, various ancient stone carvings can be vaguely seen.
White Ghost and Anna were leading a dozen Cobra soldiers around the iron cage ladder, with their guns pointed at the pyramid gate.
"Are you in a good state?"
Charles Weiland walked out of the iron cage ladder and frowned when he saw White Ghost and his group looking like they were facing a formidable enemy.
Charles Weiland, who was wearing a full set of exoskeleton armor, took a step forward two or three meters and seemed very relaxed.
This exoskeleton armor seemed to be made of some kind of alloy, wrapping Charles Wieland's entire body in it. Charles Wieland's old face could only be seen through the transparent face screen on the helmet.
Two metal prosthetic arms were holding two strange large-caliber firearms, which looked like a combination of a shotgun and a submachine gun. The muzzle was as thick as a small-caliber grenade launcher.
Behind this exoskeleton armor, there is a chain cross sword more than two meters long hanging. From the sharp edge, it can be seen that this thing is very powerful.
"No, but it doesn't give me a good feeling inside!"
The White Ghost held a samurai sword and stared into the pyramid.
"Well, it seems that your sense of danger is still very strong!" Charles Weiland looked inside the pyramid through the protective visor of his armor.
"You're right, it's really dangerous in there! But I hired you because I believe you can handle these dangers for me!"
"Jacob, have them change their bullets! Get ready to enter!"
Jacob heard the order from his boss and called on several mercenaries to pry open the ammunition box with a crowbar.
It was filled with densely packed brass bullets and piles of loaded magazines.
A group of mercenaries stepped forward, picked up the magazines and replaced them on their guns. Each of them also took four spare magazines and an ammunition bag with 150 rounds of spare bullets.
"These are the armor-piercing bullets I specially made. One bullet is enough to penetrate a 300CC tank armor plate!"
Charles Weiland looked at the Tang and Song dynasty reliefs standing in front of the pyramid gate and said,
"Tang, there are some dangerous things in here, don't you take a gun to protect yourself?"
Tang Song turned around and saw several mercenaries prying open several other ammunition boxes.
Tang Song walked forward, reached out and took out an M4 carbine from the open wooden box, and with two clicks, he pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet.
Tang Song skillfully pulled out the magazine and took a look at the bullets inside. From the warheads, he could tell that these bullets were also modified armor-piercing bullets.
Kaka, pushing the magazine back, Tang Song did not choose this federal standard rifle, but threw it to the White Ghost who was standing beside with a knife in his arms.
White Ghost caught the carbine thrown by Boss Tang with one hand, and patted the samurai sword in his hand coolly:
"It's enough for me!"
"He's doing this for your own good. Believe me, warrior, your sword can't withstand the corrosion of their high-strength acid, and the shell of this thing is as hard as steel armor!
Your sword is of no use to them unless it can cut through steel!"
A mercenary under Charles took off his helmet, pointed at his bumpy face, and said to the White Ghost with a hint of self-mockery.
"It's just the corrosive mist from that thing that nearly blinded me!"
White Ghost looked at the mercenary's bumpy face, silently took the rifle in his hand, walked to the weapons box, and took out a closed helmet.
On the other side, the Baroness, who was very agile, had already covered her face tightly with her helmet the moment she saw the mercenary's face.
Not only that, when White Ghost looked over, she was putting on a fully enclosed protective suit over her black leather jacket.
At this time, Tang Song was fiddling with an old Remington shotgun.
After pushing the twelve-point caliber bullets into the magazine, Tang Song raised his gun, aimed at the relief on the gate, and nodded with some satisfaction.
"Tang, this gun has a limited range!"
Charles Wieland, who was watching two mercenaries reload their large-caliber modified guns, was a little surprised when he saw Tang Song's choice.
"That's enough for me!"
Tang Song casually lowered the muzzle of the gun, leaned on a cane with his left hand, held an old-fashioned shotgun upside down in his right hand, and smoked a cigar in his mouth. He looked so relaxed that he didn't seem to be here for an adventure, but rather for a picnic.
… … …
After everything was ready, a group of people entered the gate of this ancient pyramid.
It was still White Ghost and his Cobra soldiers leading the charge, but this time Baroness Anna followed Tang Song.
In the long tunnel, there are various reliefs on both sides, all of which are abstract patterns of ancient human sacrifices.
Slaves tied to the altar, monsters bursting out of the chests of sacrifices, and spaceships falling from the sky with iron-blooded warriors emerging from the spaceships who were portrayed as gods.
There are also scenes of battles between the "gods" and monsters born from sacrifices.
The murals looked very old, and even under the ice, they were full of traces of weathering, just like this bloody sacrifice, it was impossible to trace back to what time.
"arrive!"
The team walked carefully inside the pyramid for about twenty minutes, and Charles Weiland's voice broke the silence in the tunnel.
"The main sacrificial chamber of the pyramid is in front!"
Card…
Just as a Cobra soldier walked into the main sacrificial room, his feet stepped on a stone slab engraved with strange words, and a slight sound came into Tang Song's ears.
With an inaudible sound of a mechanical expansion being activated, at the bottom of the pyramid, a huge iron chain slowly pulled an alien queen out of the closed prison under the winch.
"roar!"
The Alien Queen's limbs were pulled in pain, and beneath her, sticky egg-shaped objects fell to the ground like raindrops.
… … …
In the main sacrificial chamber, several frozen corpses were lying on the ground. Judging from their clothes, these people should be members of the expedition team organized by Charles Weiland more than ten years ago.
"Jacob!"
Seeing these corpses whose chests were almost hollowed out, Charles Weiland did not show much sadness and directly called his personal bodyguard.
Two mercenaries carrying Molotov cocktails stepped forward carefully, aiming their flamethrowers at the corpse on the ground.
boom!
The raging fire set the body ablaze and also illuminated the sacrificial room.