Facing an Ancient God for a Year Chapter 943 - 943 941

Chapter 943: 941 Chapter 943: 941 They seed to have so psychological anticipation for possible accidents, even without the call to evacuate.

At least these tightly secured doors appeared sowhat abnormal.

Fu Qian did not linger and, ensuring his own safety, carefully searched the two individuals.

Unfortunately, there was nothing of value to be found.

The event apparently was not considered too serious; neither of the two was ard with weapons such as guns, their equipnt consisting solely of explosion-proof batons.

Given his preference for peaceful solutions, Fu Qian often carried rcy but didn’t bring too many bullets. After firing twice earlier, he had only nine rounds left.

And now it seed, the most lethal ans of attack he had could not be resupplied locally.

This situation was sowhat unexpected.

In previous missions, either abilities and items were directly restricted, forbidding rcy entirely, or there were no restrictions—and the power of rcy was far less than his own hand-to-hand combat abilities, giving no reason to adopt a shooter’s style.

The two explosion-proof batons at hand were of decent size and weight, but considering their design, Fu Qian chose the Tranquilizer.

The walkie-talkie was unusable, and besides that, there was only a set of keys that clearly belonged to a door.

To Fu Qian, this was of no real significance.

He could have tried each key in the lock, but he would have opened the door and left already.

After scavenging, Fu Qian ended up taking only a stick.

…

This is the place.

After opening several doors in a similar fashion, Fu Qian stood in a familiar corridor, and not far away, a legless contaminant struggled to crawl toward him.

Of course, as its arms were also severely deford, crawling proved difficult.

anwhile, Fu Qian, the perpetrator of such violence, didn’t wait for it. He simply took out his tools to unlock the door.

The room in front of him was not just any place; it was where Henry’s safe was located.

Correct, Fu Qian risked coming out not for a direct attack on Yellow Dragon but to verify sothing here.

Click!

The door opened in response, and a more vivid red color imdiately shone through than that in the corridor.

However, this ti Fu Qian did not rush inside but stood at the doorway, squinting as he surveyed the room.

Soone in the corner?

Despite the weak lighting, Fu Qian could see clearly. There, in the corner where the safe was placed, sat a figure, its hands covering its head.

Roar!

In the ti it took to survey the scene, a raw roar broke the silence.

The determined contaminant had finally reached close by and couldn’t wait to look up and let out a roar.

Unfortunately for it, its target ignored the noise. Fu Qian confird that the figure in the corner remained motionless amidst the screaming. He took a step forward, shut it outside the door, and even casually wedged the explosion-proof baton on the door.

This piece of loot, brought all the way here, successfully spared the Tranquilizer from being used as a doorstop.

“What’s your na?”

Having confird there were no others in the room, Fu Qian approached the unusual character without ceremony, even dragging a chair over to sit down.

“Oliver.”

His question actually managed to attract the attention of the one seated on the floor.

The face buried between the knees lifted, voice hoarse as it replied.

This is not good!

At the first glance of this face, Fu Qian couldn’t help but frown.

Not old, and with a hint of handso charm—only a pity that now, the sharply defined face was covered in wide swaths of luminescence, forming a bizarre shape.

The degree of contamination was more severe than those outside, but it showed no aggressiveness.

Moreover, what this person was wearing didn’t resemble the uniforms of the others, but instead seed like so kind of experintal garnt.

An actual staff mber?

“What are you looking for here?”

As his thoughts flew, Fu Qian promptly asked another question.

Although the getup matched the room, he didn’t believe Oliver was engaging in normal work.

For a simple reason: the laboratory looked no different from when he last visited, too clean to seem like it was in use.

“Oliver…”

Unfortunately, as feared, although Oliver was “looking,” his eyes clearly could not focus.

When faced with Fu Qian’s second question, Oliver hesitated for a few seconds before opting to introduce himself once again.

“Where is Henry?”

Fu Qian, prepared for such a response, asked his third question directly.

“Henry…”

This question seed to stir Oliver slightly.

A pity that, after repeating the na a few tis, there was no further reaction from him.

Most likely he had co for the cat, but unfortunately, he could not provide any more valuable information.

Taking his conclusion with him, Fu Qian no longer probed, instead approaching the safe and began the technical work.

Oliver appeared to be still unresponsive, simply watching Fu Qian’s operation in a daze.

ow!

As Fu Qian managed to open the safe, a cat’s cry unexpectedly rang out.

Henry… was indeed inside.

Gazing at the familiar black and white pattern in the darkness, Fu Qian silently sighed.

It was just that his throat felt a bit hoarse.

Indeed, magically disappearing from his waist, although still sitting in the safe just like last ti, seemingly without much change, Henry’s eyes were now much brighter… and even more aggressive.

Without blinking, Fu Qian grabbed the lunging Henry by the scruff, switching hands to hold it by the neck.

Even with this restriction, the struggle appeared much more violent than before.

“So even hiding in darkness cannot avoid the effects of this color, can it?”

In the next mont, Fu Qian shook his head and lanted.

In fact, this is what he ca down to confirm.

Although the discussion with his teammates concluded that deeper contamination might actually an a greater chance of completing the mission, Fu Qian was not inclined to choose this path.

Otherwise, on the way here, he might have let the contaminants bite him a few tis.

To Fu Qian, this seed more like setting a countdown without clear information, certainly not a good idea.

He even considered ways to contain this contamination.

And regarding this issue, the first thing that ca to Fu Qian’s mind was Henry, locked away here.

Though it was a different tiline, without his rescue, there was a substantial chance that Henry would still end up locked inside.

And if the effects ca from the pervasive colors, Fu Qian wanted to know if it was possible to avoid them in this nearly absolute darkness.

Unfortunately, it proved impossible. Henry’s condition could only be considered slightly better than that of the two dogs.