Super Zoo-Chapter 795 - 1942

The team member was crouched at the door of the room next door, and looking along his gaze, behind the metal door was yet another empty room.

In the center of the room, there was a dental chair commonly seen in a dentist's clinic, with several straps equipped with buckles tied around the chair. In the corner of the room, there was a sink with a hose connected to the faucet, hanging limply on the ground like a dead snake.

Similarly, bloodstains were found on the dental chair.

The hallway wasn't very long, and at a glance, there were only about twenty rooms in total. Soon, Ludmila and her team had checked most of the rooms.

All the rooms were empty, with various medical equipment placed inside, all covered in dust, obviously having been abandoned for a long time.

However, whether it was psychological or not, all the team members always felt that, in addition to the musty smell in the air, there was also a strong scent of blood, and one could find large patches of long-dried bloodstains on all the equipment in the rooms.

The largest room was more than fifty square meters, with a mechanical platform in the center resembling a factory assembly line. The entire wall on the opposite side had been turned into dozens of enclosed compartments, each about one square meter, divided into two rows, top and bottom.

The compartments were right next to one another. The space wouldn't work to hold a normal adult, but it was perfect for confining small to medium-sized animals. Ludmila even found a lot of fur in a few of the compartments.

The ground was covered with dust; walking over it, you'd leave behind a trail of footprints. Ludmila forcefully turned the rusty faucet, which let out a dry creak but not a single drop of water.

"Damn it, what the hell is this place? Search everywhere for suspicious clues!" Ludmila frowned. An abandoned underground hospital? A research facility? Or a secret prison for torturing prisoners? ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Where were those two captured female soldiers from the government forces?

"Boss, look at this!"

A team member crouched at one end of the mechanical platform and pointed with the muzzle of his gun at a protrusion on the back of the platform.

There was a line of steel stamps, in German, but few of the team members understood German.

Beneath the German text was a very strange symbol, not any known commercial logo.

Clearly stamped behind the symbol were a few numbers: 1942.

"Could this place have been built in 1942?" Ludmila pressed the communicator by her ear. "Chekhov, there's a line of German here, come to take a look."

"Static, static, static..." Only slight static came from the other end of the communicator, and although it seemed like someone was speaking, what was being said couldn't be clearly made out.

"This godforsaken place! Why is there such severe electromagnetic interference?!" Ludmila cursed, somewhat irritated.

"Boss, there's a person here!"

Ludmila turned sharply, left the room, and followed the team member to the room at the end of the hallway.

This room was cleaner than the others but had minimal furnishings, just a black iron bed with a young Western male in his underwear lying on it, motionless, his condition unknown.

Because it was the last room and the last to be searched, at the very back of the room, there was even an iron-barred elevator that one would have only seen in the 1930s and 40s!

Out of all the rooms, this one was the only one that was locked.

"Breach the door."

What Ludmilla and her team failed to notice was that the moment they began cutting through the door with a torch, one of the switches in the main bank of the underground corridor flickered and switched to the off position.

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"Oh, God, this place is simply heaven for picking up chicks, no laws, no morals, all you need is money or to be handsome enough, and the hot girls will throw themselves at you!"

Less than a mile away from where the Moran International Mercenaries were attacking the manor, along a secluded path, there was a three-story small hostel where Bill, thoroughly inebriated, was wandering down the hallway, thinking only of the fiery Eastern European girl he'd just left.

He was immensely grateful for his decision. About to be married, he planned to indulge himself one last time before entering into married life. He didn't tell anyone, he was traveling alone through several countries in Eastern Europe.

The 'quality' of Eastern European women was well-known; they boasted the sultry figures of Western women, the delicate skin of Eastern women, and the most liberal sexual attitudes in the world.

Compared to the West, Eastern European countries were relatively poor, and pure Western men were highly welcomed by Eastern European ladies.

In short, Eastern Europe was a hunter's paradise for seduction.

With this in mind, Bill planned an Eastern European tour, intent on a month-long spree of partying before returning home to settle down into marriage and become a good family man.

What he didn't expect was that at the first stop, in a run-down hostel in a rural Ukrainian town, he would meet a local girl who approached him first. All Bill had to do was buy her a drink for three US Dollars, and she left him her room number.

Room 2046's door was ajar, and the sound of running water came from inside. Bill entered the room and, with a drunken sway, closed the door behind him, laughing towards the bathroom, "Darling, I hope I haven't walked into the wrong room."

A familiar laugh came from inside: "Believe me, you handsome English man, no Ukrainian girl would turn you away from her room, wherever it might be. Of course, that assumes your wife doesn't find out about this..."

From the bathroom stepped a tall, trouble-inducing blonde wrapped in nothing but a large towel, with droplets of water clinging to the lush curves spilling out from the towel's edges.

"Haha, sweetie, did you forget what I just told you? I'm single for the trip," said Bill as he naturally wrapped his arms around the waist of the towel-clad woman.

"Oh? And you don't have any friends with you?" she asked, her eyes sultry with a powerful allure.

"Of course not, why, were you hoping for a threesome?" Bill asked with a laugh.

"No, just making sure you're alone," she said.

Her smile suddenly turned strange, and just as Bill was about to say something, he felt a sharp pain in the small of his back. His body convulsed violently, and he collapsed to the floor, foaming at the mouth, unconscious.

The smile on the woman's face had shifted from coquettish to cruel, and in her hand, she held a taser snake that moved sporadically.

"Nicole, with this guy, that's two idiots tricked. We can finish our quota for the month ahead of schedule, maybe the headquarters will give us a nice reward."

From the bathroom, a burly bald man emerged, wearing nothing but short leather shorts, his muscles so formidable they bordered on terrifying. He grinned, revealing rotten teeth, and at first glance, he looked like a mini Hulk.

"Less talk, get him to the basement, and lock him up with that pig," Nicole said as she turned to open the wardrobe. At the back of the wardrobe was a tiny button which, when pressed, made the wardrobe split apart to reveal the wall behind it.

In that old wall lay the entrance to an old-fashioned elevator.