MM Racing 082 Bounty Mission
082 Bounty Mission
Old Tang stood in the corridor on the basement floor of the library, holding a map in one hand, carefully confirming the route step by step.
After hitting several dead ends and repeatedly passing the same fork in the road, he finally discovered that the place that looked the most abnormal and dangerous was the right direction.
He walked along the anti-static floor. The surveillance cameras on the wall were powered off. At the end of the corridor was a metal door with the words "Ice Cellar" written on it in yellow letters on a red background: "Entry with a special pass."
He stuck the pass on, and with a "zzzt" sound, a hissing sound came from inside the wall, and then the door slowly opened.
"That's it?" he said to the door.
Behind the door was another long corridor, with countless lasers densely packed on both sides. The transmitters and receivers were embedded in the walls, like countless eyes watching him.
Old Tang quickly replayed all the spy movies he had ever watched in his mind; there were many ways to solve this kind of death tunnel.
In Mission: Impossible, Tom Cruise is suspended by wires and climbs down from the ceiling, but there is no ceiling here; there is also a scene in Resident Evil where someone is cut off, but he is not a hacker and cannot turn off the security system.
He observed for a while, then took out a lighter from his pocket and held the flame close to the entrance of the passage, but there was no reaction.
He then took a coin out of his pocket and threw it into the corridor. The coin bounced a few times, hit the wall, and fell down.
Still no response.
His heart skipped a beat. Had it been turned off?
He turned sideways and tentatively stepped one foot into the passageway, but nothing happened. Then he stomped his foot on the floor, but still nothing happened.
He crouched down and slowly walked in, glancing left and right at the lasers around him, ready to jump back at any moment.
When he reached the middle of the passage, he saw an A4 sheet of paper pasted on the door at the other end of the passage, which read: "This passage is temporarily closed for maintenance. The reopening time is to be determined. — Equipment Management Department"
Old Tang wiped away his cold sweat, breathed a huge sigh of relief, and swaggered through the passage.
Opening the door, there was another corridor. This time there were no lasers, and every few steps there was a steel door with a red warning label on it.
"Dinosaur specimen cold storage." He read aloud the English on a label. "...These people study dinosaurs?"
"Could it be that these people want to resurrect dinosaurs and create a Jurassic Park?" Old Tang muttered to himself.
After walking for a while, Old Tang squatted down at a corner and took a small mirror out of his jacket. He held the mirror out, adjusted the angle, and looked at himself from head to toe. Sam Fisher in *Splinter Cell* always did this before turning a corner; it never hurts to be careful.
He strode across the passage, and nothing happened.
As he continued, he remained highly vigilant. He stopped at each door, crouched down, and peeked through the crack. At every corner, he checked his reflection in a mirror to make sure it was safe before proceeding. Passing a security camera, he instinctively leaned against the wall, only to find the camera's power light was off.
He passed a door with a sign that read "Word of Power Experiment Area - Unauthorized Personnel Prohibited." He tried pushing it, and the door opened directly.
The room was empty, but there was a coffee cup on the table, with the coffee still inside.
"...Walking so fast, didn't even finish your coffee?" Old Tang closed the door and continued forward. "Even if the whole school is having an event, they wouldn't need to remove all the security guards, would they? Wait, that engagement party was definitely quite large. Could it be that all the researchers downstairs have sneaked upstairs to drink champagne?"
He smiled as he recalled his brilliant performance at the Amber Hall.
"It would be a shame if I didn't become an actor."
The last door is labeled "Ice Cellar - Exhibition Hall of Alchemy Equipment and Specimens".
Old Tang took out his access card and stuck it on. The airtight door emitted a low beep, the red indicator light turned green, and the door opened.
Nothing happened.
"Five million dollars," Old Tang pushed open the door, "the easiest five million in history."
"No, this is too easy." He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
A twist, there's always going to be a twist! He suddenly realized he'd fallen into a massive conspiracy. Without even knowing it, Old Tang had become a corporate spy for some giant corporation! A scapegoat to be discarded at any moment!
Umbrella, Weyland-Yutani, biotechnology... no matter how you look at it, they're all embroiled in a business war between dangerous biotechnology companies. But why me of all people?
It's all because I, Ronald Don, am an orphan with no parents!
"Damn! How can capital be so wicked!" Old Tang started sweating. He began to doubt whether he would actually get paid after completing this job, let alone whether he would be able to live to spend the money.
He looked down at the pass in his hand.
"My employer set me up?" he said, pointing to the card. "Let me in, then trigger the alarm, and then—"
He waited for a while, but there was no alarm and nothing happened.
"Since the second young lady is so kind, the eldest young lady probably can't be too bad either."
Old Tang silently comforted himself and walked deeper into the room.
In the very center is a quartz glass cavity, inside which something is suspended.
Made of brass, its surface is covered with dark green rust, and you can vaguely see engraved patterns, with two snakes guarding a giant tree.
Old Tang looked at the way it was hanging in mid-air, and the scene seemed very familiar.
A very tall pole, something was hanging there, there were many people below the city wall, a fire had started, and the air was full of the smell of burning.
"elder brother."
Old Tang suddenly took a step back. He looked around, but the ice cellar was empty; there was no one there.
hallucinations.
"Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian!" He uttered the nine-character mantra he learned from Naruto, regardless of its usefulness, he would use it first.
Old Tang took a deep breath. Five million dollars, five million dollars! He silently repeated the number to himself, trying to squeeze the image out of his mind.
He walked to the control panel, where a black card was already inserted into the card slot.
"...You even prepared this step for me, huh?"
Press the unlock button, and with a series of "click" sounds, the twelve locks pop open one by one, and the outer cover of the quartz glass cavity slowly rises.
A thick, icy white mist billowed out, and the room temperature plummeted.
He took out the gray tin bottle, unscrewed the cap, and held it directly above the brass cylinder, but hesitated for a moment and pulled his hand back.
"Wait a moment."
He took out his phone and took a picture of the bronze pot.
"Take photos first to document the situation, so the employer won't turn their back on you."
The moment the gray liquid touched the copper wall, it bubbled like concentrated acid. The liquid crawled outwards along the patterns, like thin gray snakes, burrowing and weaving through the rusted crevices, searching for a gap to seep into.
The indestructible copper can was like a piece of cheese softened in a microwave oven, emitting a dark green mist.
The boy on the flagpole opened his eyes.
"elder brother."
Old Tang's back tensed up suddenly, and he turned and ran.
He ran out of the ice cellar, through the long corridor, past the closed laser tunnel, and plunged into the elevator, frantically pressing the close button.
"Damn it." He stared wide-eyed at the closing elevator doors. "Is this some kind of biohazard?"