Behind Gate 6 is Gate 7, and Charles found it quickly. If Tuba was right, then the 319 relic should be inside.
"Swish~" Charles' black blade slashed across the wall with force. To his surprise, such a sharp blade only left a crack on it. The defense here was stronger than he imagined.
When he broke into Laboratory No. 3, he did so by piling up explosives, but he guessed that if he used the same explosives here, it might not work on this house.
Charles could feel his oxygen being consumed, and he had to find a way before it was exhausted, otherwise this mission would be a complete failure.
"Bang!!" Charles put the muzzle of the gun against the door lock and fired a shot. Since the knife didn't work, he would try the gun.
Seeing the white bone bullet stuck in the metal door, he was delighted and kept pulling the trigger towards the door.
Just when Charles was about to break down the door, a ball of red blood spurted out from behind and directly in front of his eyes, quickly dyeing the sea water black.
He turned his head quickly. On the right side of Charles' body, a shark had a large piece of flesh torn off by a black mass.
It was a ferocious beast face floating in the dark water. It had no body, and its scarlet eyes surrounded by hazy black mist and yellow fangs were all it had.
Charles turned quickly, raised his gun and shot directly at the thing.
I don't know if it's because it's underwater or because of the creature's special body, but the bullet passed through its mouth without hurting it at all.
Although the attack did not work, Charles successfully attracted the opponent's attention to himself.
The thing was shaking the black mist on its body and rushing towards Charles with its ferocious fangs bared.
The situation was very unfavorable for Charles at this time. Perhaps he was not afraid of this strange thing at all on the shore.
But under the extremely strong water pressure, he didn't dare to fight this thing. If there was just a small hole in his leather diving suit, he would be in big trouble.
Charles quickly swung his feet, causing bubbles to roll up, and dodged upwards.
Fortunately, Charles did not come alone this time. Just as he was dodging the attack, the sharks around him rushed up, opened their bloody mouths with three layers of sharp teeth, and bit the thing frantically.
However, this thing does not seem to be afraid of any physical attack. All the substances torn off its body will quickly return to the black fog and condense again.
If the sharks slowed down a little, the monster's sharp teeth would tear off their flesh.
Charles looked at the black mist and suddenly thought of something. He took out a mirror box from behind. Since it was black, he would try white.
A dazzling light instantly illuminated everything, and Charles guessed right.
When the sunlight disappeared, the thing also disappeared, leaving only some scattered teeth floating in the water. Black mist surrounded it, making it look very different.
"Is this... a relic?" Charles looked at the teeth and a question popped into his mind.
It turns out that things in the water may drop relics when they are killed
Seeing Feuerbach pick up one with some curiosity, Charles didn't dare to delay any longer. He took out the black blade, turned around and began to pry No. 7 continuously.
After a lot of effort, the door finally opened, and the sea water rushed in quickly, filling it up. However, the scene inside the door surprised Charles and Feuerbach.
The printer-like 319 that Tuba mentioned was not inside. Behind the door was a small room that looked only 5 square meters. On the wall directly opposite them, there was also a door.
"Target, door, behind?" Feuerbach quickly signaled to Charles with flags.
Charles frowned slightly behind his leather jacket. Tuba did not say that the door needed to be reopened. Did 319 need extra protection for special reasons
Feuerbach glanced at Charles who was standing there in a daze, then swam into the room.
However, just as he was about to go in, Charles suddenly grabbed him.
Before Feuerbach could ask, he saw his captain looking to the side and realizing that the huge black number 7 on the door had turned into number 3 at some point.
A chill rushed to the back of Feuerbach's head. He turned his head and looked at the door on the wall with his mouth wide open in horror. It turned out that it was not a door, but a relic behind Door No. 3 that had been stored away. This thing had confused them and made them open Door No. 3!
"Damn it! When did I get fooled by it!" Charles slammed the door with a grim look on his face.
Feuerbach, who was standing next to them, was filled with fear. If he had really gone over and opened the door, what would have happened to them
He didn't know, but he judged that it would definitely not be a good thing.
"Wow~" Charles pushed away the cold sea water and walked towards the third door on the left of Door No. 3.
But just when he thought he would see Gate No. 7, he found that Gate No. 8 appeared in front of him.
"Is that door still working?" Charles looked at the messy iron door in the distance that he had pried into pieces.
Door No. 3 was motionless, no monsters appeared, and no truly terrifying scenes. But even so, Charles felt that thing was getting even weirder.
Maybe the abnormality is not necessarily caused by Gate No. 3. That thing seems unable to move. Just be vigilant and don't fall into its trap.
Charles thought quickly and pointed towards the deep darkness in the distance. He wanted to see how long the corridor was.
Ferba nodded in understanding and immediately sent a shark over.
Soon the shark came back, waving its fins beside Feuerbach, as if to express something.
However, Feuerbach understood what the shark meant. He nodded repeatedly at the shark and finally touched its white belly with his hand.
Charles immediately asked Ferba what was over there.
But at this moment, there was some hesitation on the face of the green-haired young man. He waved his hands around randomly. It was not a flag signal but more like body language. After fiddling for a long time, he still couldn't express any specific meaning.
Flag signals can only express simple words; more complex things are difficult to express.
Finally, Feuerbach simply stopped talking, pointed into the distance, and pushed Charles forward to swim.
As he walked along the tunnel, Charles soon understood why Feuerbach could not express it. It turned out that the front was slowly tilting upwards, forming a slope.
As soon as he entered the sloping water area, he could feel the water pressure around him decreasing rapidly. At the end of the slope, there was a white line twisting with the waves. That was the water surface.
(End of this chapter)