After passing through this door, these strange symbols filled both sides of the passage.
They didn't know how long they walked inside; the decay and coldness filled the air, dark pools of water were on the ground, and there were traces on the walls that seemed like bloodstains. The whole passage made one feel uneasy—oppressed, pained, terrified.
But they were soldiers, they couldn't retreat.
Just now, a very important drug lord had escaped into here; they had to go in and capture him.
If they didn't catch this man and let him escape, it would be even harder to find him in the future, and many families would be destroyed because of this cruel, cunning drug lord.
"Captain, there are two paths here, let's split into teams." A comrade said to Mu Cheng, wearing a camouflaged uniform with his face smeared with paint, making it impossible to see his features clearly.
