It's water!

Gu Ji remembered Yang Dong mentioning a water dungeon nearby. As he approached slowly, a strong stench hit his nose, and he peered inside through the cracks in the wall.

Two naked men were shackled by the wrists, hanging in the room. They were already dead, their bodies beaten and the wounds festering, oozing pus, with a few black slugs writhing around. It sent chills up their spines.

He had thought the water dungeon would connect to the plumbing.

But he had underestimated Northern Myanmar. Inside, it was filthy water, sewage; defectors were locked inside, exposed to the cold, starvation. Wounds would quickly become infected, and they would be bitten by parasites and mosquitoes, causing unbearable itching and pain.

The worst part was their hands were bound up, so they couldn't scratch the itch or pain, only watch as the leeches crawled up and sucked their blood. This dual torture of body and mind was utterly terrifying!

Walking past a few water dungeons to the right, the area suddenly opened up, revealing a multitude of cars.

In a place like Northern Myanmar where parking was haphazard, having an underground parking lot was a rarity. From the large trucks and SUVs, it was clear these were vehicles of the group's thugs or armed personnel. Gu Ji even spotted bulletproof steel plates and anti-explosion bars on some pick-up trucks.

Most vehicles were smashed by falling concrete blocks, leaving only a few near the support pillars intact, but even these had airbags deployed from the ground vibrations.

Gu Ji went to a truck and picked up a half-drunk bottle of mineral water from the back.

"Focus on finding water containers, food, ropes, backpacks, and tools like knives. The parking lot isn't large. Split into four zones to search quickly. Shout if you encounter any problems!"

"Mr. Wa, what about you?"

Ding Le instinctively asked.

Gu Ji stuffed the bottle into his makeshift backpack. "I'm going to look for the fire control room to see if there's a building evacuation map!"

Whether it was at Laird Airport, the Platinum Star Cruise Ship, or this time at Jinyuan Building, survival during any crisis requires a map, otherwise, it's like a headless chicken: aimless.

He didn't choose the initial bonus fire map because it was a regulation that these maps hang in fire exits for people to view escape routes. They were everywhere, and even if Northern Myanmar didn't follow the rule, the fire control room would surely have one.

The so-called fire control room is a specialized place for handling fire alarms and controlling fire equipment, reserved in the design of any housing complex or commercial building, typically set on the first or second underground floor, near the parking lot for easy access, with its own drainage system.

Gu Ji felt his way along the wall.

He first noticed a strong smell of blood. Shining his flashlight, he saw the floor was covered in dark red liquid and observed the twisted protruding metal door of the elevator.

After the building collapse, the elevator plunged uncontrollably to the bottom, surely killing everyone inside.

He stepped through the sticky blood sludge, periodically checking the ceiling for potential cave-in risks.

Until he heard the sound of water, Gu Ji quickly moved towards it and saw a man in an orange work uniform lying at the doorway with a severe head wound.

The sound came from inside the room.

A white office desk was there, with many surveillance screens on the wall and a tool cabinet nearby. It was the fire control room.

Gu Ji went straight to the tool cabinet and opened it, finding items that excited him.

A fire axe, a walkie-talkie, a high-power flashlight, a breathing apparatus, an escape harness, ropes, demolition tools, and a backpack—it was like a treasure chest!

"Trade in the shotgun for a cannon..."

He grinned, wrapping his scalpel in cloth and putting it in his pocket.

Though very sharp, a scalpel wasn't durable under heavy use. It dulled quickly after a few cuts, whereas a fire axe with a wooden handle and cast iron, coated with red rust-proof paint, was better suited for real combat.

Gu Ji brandished it a few times; it felt just right for breaking down doors.

No wonder it's known as the ultimate zombie apocalypse weapon.

The situation now was truly no different from an apocalypse. He couldn't rely on the government as in previous rounds, and the Northern Myanmar warlords wouldn't take kindly.

Everything depended on himself.

Gu Ji carefully memorized the building's evacuation map on the wall.

The entire Jinyuan Building had 34 floors, stood 158 meters tall, with 32 above ground and 2 underground, covering 35,000 square meters.

Its structural details matched what he had deduced from photographs on his phone, and with his Central Nervous System enhanced to 16.1, he meticulously noted the fire exits and three refuge floors.

"10th floor, 21st floor, 30th floor..."

He muttered, strengthening his memory, while swapping his backpack for an orange firepack and stuffing it with useful items, including two leftover pieces of what looked like Burmese pancakes from the table.

Now was not the time to be picky. Survival was what mattered most.

Finally, he found the water source, a fire hydrant with a broken outer wall.

Gu Ji couldn't tell if it was residual water in the pipes or groundwater seeping through, but if it was the latter, the building was in peril.

Not only could water flood the basement, but shifting soil might compress the building's framework, causing it to collapse.

He rinsed the mouth of his water bottle and filled it, taking a sip.

Whether tap or groundwater, it was safer than an unknown outdoor source. Gu Ji checked his phone. It was 7:23 PM.

Calculating the death countdown, it had been four hours since the ground subsided, and over half an hour since escaping the dark room.

"Wa... Mr. Wa!"

At this moment, Wang Jinkang's voice came from the parking lot outside.

Gu Ji rushed out, left hand holding the high-power flashlight, right hand gripping the fire axe.

They gathered by Wang Jinkang, who pointed at a pick-up truck and stammered, "Mr. Wa, there's someone inside! Alive, alive!"

Gu Ji shone the high-power flashlight and indeed saw a middle-aged man with a head injury behind the airbag.

Protected by the car's shell, he hadn't been crushed by falling debris, just knocked out by the airbag. Just regaining consciousness, he waved at the light, "Help me, my legs are weak, and I can't open the door!"

Ding Le seemed concerned, "Mr. Wa..."

Gu Ji knew he was implying the man might be with the Jinyuan Group. He inspected the vehicle and handed his tactical flashlight to Ding Le.

"Give me some light, aim at the driver's seat."

He gave Wang Jinkang and Pan Xinli a look, but only the latter moved to the side, gripping a steel pipe.

"The door's tough to break. Let me pull you out through the windshield!"

Gu Ji shouted, and the man inside nodded.

Saying this, Gu Ji climbed onto the hood with the fire axe, twisting his body and flexing his abs.

Only then did they notice Gu Ji had changed into some new gear.

Crash!

With a swing, the thin windshield shattered like a spiderweb under the axe, but to everyone's surprise, the axe didn't stop there, plunging into the man's body, slicing flesh.

Blood splattered on the cracked windshield, glittering like ruby under the flashlight's beam.

Unexpectedly.

Gu Ji let go of the axe and rolled left, "Run—!"

Bang!

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