Chapter 168: The Chase

Chapter 168: The Chase

The entire "hospital" is a tower-shaped building. Inside it, there's an intricate arrangement of rooms, and it seems to be arranged in some kind of formation. The handwork made by Lei Shui is really unique. Zhang Jue just threw his shoes at the center of the whole building and randomly chose a direction to search.

After all, without being able to contact the Foundation, it was not very realistic for the two of them alone to search the entire building. The signal shielding source had not been found, and the shielding range was unknown. Since the Foundation would come sooner or later anyway, Zhang Jue simply did not intend to go out and take his chances here first.

"Smith, what's wrong with you? Your face seemed to be different."

"Nothing, Advisor Zhang."

"Do you have any problem with my method? It's okay. You can say what you have to say. People who know me have always been modest, cautious, and selfless, and I usually don't beat people to death."

"Uh..." Smith was confused by Zhang Jue's words and hesitated for a while before frowning, "Advisor Zhang, you didn't just... chose a random direction, right?"

"Ah, how could that possibly happen?" Zhang Jue's eyes widened at once. "Smith, you've just joined the Foundation. You probably don't know that throwing shoes are a directional pointer method, just like a GPS."

"Uh..." Although Smith didn't have much knowledge, Zhang Jue's words couldn't even fool a three-year-old child.

He was just about to retort when he saw Zhang Jue pointing at a closed gate ahead, "Look, isn't that our head point?"

Smith followed Zhang Jue's finger and saw the distinctive door. This door was different from all the doors they had seen before. Smith's face was full of question marks.

Could it be that what Advisor Zhang said was true? How else could he have pointed out a random direction, and they found the door? Asian people really knew some secret techniques that were not known to anyone.

Zhang Jue laughed: "See, what do you mean by weird ability? This is my ability! Smith, you still have a lot to learn."

...

The designer that Lei Shui had hired was proficient in the art of the five elements and eight trigrams, and the rooms and corridors of the entire building were arranged according to a certain pattern, just like a formation. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Without a map, if someone came in for the first time, they would have to go back and forth in some useless rooms, and the direction Zhang Jue had thrown his shoes in hand, by mistake, led them to the center of the formation.

It was a huge room with an elevator in the center of the room. The elevator was still operating normally. Zhang Jue tried entering his Foundation number as well as his password, and the elevator opened.

The two men glanced at each other and stepped into the elevator. There were 3 buttons inside the elevator, red, blue, and green. Zhang Jue hesitated for a moment and pressed the red button. A rumble sounded, and the two felt the elevator travel downward.

The above-ground portion of the building only had seven floors, yet Zhang Jue felt that they had descended at least ten floors. In other words, there were at least three floors or so below the ground. It was probably the corresponding three buttons.

The elevator opened. The smell of blood came again. This time they saw the corpses of many other people, corpses that didn't belong to the Foundation's employees. It looked like they had been ambushed here after coming out of the elevator.

The bodies were all dressed in black, with no markings all over their bodies to tell what they were. But anyway, it meant that they had found the right place. Ahead of them was a very long corridor that led to nowhere in sight.

Smith glanced at Zhang Jue. This Advisor Zhang looked like he was unreliable, but he was actually very good at his work. Just now in the elevator, although three buttons were not many, he was able to find the right one at once. Extraordinary.

Smith asked in a small voice, "Advisor Zhang, how did you know it was the red button?"

In his opinion, Zhang Jue must have had his reasons for doing so. He thought it was another secret ability of some kind.

Who knew that Zhang Jue said, "I guessed it blindly."

...

Zhang Jue had chosen red because it represented danger. Based on his observations, only the red button had no fingerprints on it. It means that it was almost barely used. Putting it all together, Zhang Jue guessed that this corridor should be an escape route. It would only be used in the event of an emergency.

As it turned out, he was right.

Zhang Jue looked around and nodded. The two of them walked out of the vault and found that the outside was really a bank hall.

Smith said, "I see. This is the abandoned town we passed by before!"

Zhang Jue nodded his head again. Someone had to admit that Leshui was indeed a genius. He blocked off that town but secretly left the exit to the hospital's back door here. As long as the people in that hospital weren't all wiped out, there was room to maneuver again in this decrepit town.

But the situation is still not good. From the situation, it seems that despite they were under attack, the people from the Foundation couldn't organize an effective resistance, and it looks like there are not many people left. Even if they reached here, it was only a matter of time before they were found.

But that gave a little confidence for Zhang Jue, that perhaps they could get a step ahead of the enemy and find the rest of them.

On the other side, Smith and Zhang Jue thought of something, and he said, "Advisor Zhang, let's split up."

It was too inefficient for two people to search together in a large town. They had to split up if they wanted to get ahead of the enemy.

Zhang Jue looked at him, "Are you sure?"

Although Smith had excellent skills and guts, he was, after all, not like Zhang Jue, who had so many abilities to protect his body that one bullet couldn't take him away. He hadn't followed Zhang Jue for a few days, and Zhang Jue didn't want to lose such a powerful assistant.

"It's okay." Smith said, "Advisor Zhang, you don't have to worry about me. When I was a mercenary, I fought most of these alley battles. I can't say if I can find anyone, but I will definitely not be easily defeated."

Zhang Jue pondered for a moment, knowing that this was indeed what seemed to be the best approach at the moment, and he chose to trust Smith.

"Be careful." He patted Smith's shoulder, then handed him a submachine gun. Smith didn't even see where Zhang Jue had taken this submachine gun from. But he also had the good sense not to ask.

He took the gun, and it screamed. Surprisingly, the gun was writhing, and it was alive. It was good that Smith was not too bold to throw it away at once.

SCP-127 The Living Gun. This is one of the things Zhang Jue stole from the headquarters. He couldn't use it himself, but it would be appropriate to give it to Smith.

"60 rounds, no need to change magazines when you're done shooting." Zhang Jue said, "It grows out on its own."

"That's quite disgusting." Smith said.

"It takes three to five days."

"..." Smith paused, his expression was helpless, "60 rounds is enough."

Smith was just about to leave. Zhang Jue suddenly called out to him.

"From now on, this weapon is yours. Try not to be found by the Foundation, if it is accidentally found-"

"Then I'll say I picked it up."

Smith thought he had guessed what Zhang Jue meant, but it turned out that he was still too young to understand

Zhang Jue grunted, "Hell no! Just say that I gave it to you, then tell them that I said so. I'll go and plow their ancestor's graves if anyone dares to take it back!"

...

After the two separated, Zhang Jue chose a direction to push forward and kept looking around for clues. It was gradually getting dark. From the time they entered that hospital, he and Smith had searched for a day and a night. Although the chances were slim, they still hoped that those Foundation members would survive.

Suddenly, a circle of light appeared on a tall building in the distance. The entire town lit up like daylight. Zhang Jue looked up into the sky.

"Holy shit, something has ascended to heaven."