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Chapter 768 The Dark Prison at the Heart of the Mountain

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    The dark, stale ventilation ducts extend underground for a long, seemingly endless time, enough to make any normal person feel claustrophobic.  Except for Sergey, who is not a normal person.  In other words, he has an experience that is absolutely different from normal people.

    He was born in Russia in the 1980s, and his entire childhood experienced the last turbulent period of the Soviet Union.  He has lived on the streets since he was a child and survived by stealing.  The darkness gave him warmth instead of coldness.  For him, compared to the dark abandoned subway station, the outside world is cold and cruel.

    When he was a child, he was almost beaten to death for stealing.  The person who beat him was a strong Russian man over two meters tall. To him, Sergey was just a hooligan and a shameless thief, but he never regarded him as a human being.  It also seems to have forgotten that people have to eat.  That a child needs to steal in order to live is not a personal tragedy for him, but a tragedy for the entire world.

    A few years later, Sergey stabbed him to death with a knife.  That year, Sergey was fourteen years old.  If he hadn't met Silver Wolf, he might have spent his whole life in prison.

    Sergey shook his head and tried to get rid of the memories of the past in his mind.  Being in this ventilation duct always reminds him of his previous life.  He sniffed hard, discerning where the air was fresher, and moved faster.  He was like a mouse accustomed to surviving in the dark.

    Soon he found a ventilating window, and Sergey quietly moved to the edge of the vent and looked out.  This vent is located in the upper part, and through the shutters of the vent, he can vaguely see a little bit of what's going on below.  He saw gun racks, a simple wooden table, and an old-fashioned telephone.  Several Colombian guerrillas were talking in Spanish.

    A smile appeared on Sergey's lips. This was a guerrilla's dormitory, and he saw cards on the table.  Because there were strict sentries outside, the security inside was relatively light. These guerrillas even played cards together.

    Sergey retracted his body and squeezed himself into the ventilation duct again.  He spent a full two hours figuring out the structure of the entire underground fortification.  Most of the vents are of normal type, with a width of nearly 80 centimeters, and people can pass through them normally. However, in some places, thick iron grilles are installed, and they were obviously added later.

    Sergey was in the ventilation duct, holding the flashlight between his teeth, and took out the blueprint and looked at it.  There are no original drawings of these things. These iron fences were added later to prevent people from passing through the ventilation holes.  Moreover, the several passages there have been made smaller, only thirty centimeters wide.

    The purpose of such changes must be to detain prisoners.

    Sergey frowned. Although he couldn't pass through, he could get into the fortifications through other vents and take a look inside.

    Although it is a bit dangerous, this is his best way at the moment.  Sergey checked his watch. He still had more than two hours.  This time was enough for him to go in and explore the truth.

    Sergey put away the flashlight, took out a short knife from his waist, carefully moved it to one side, used the knife to pry open the blinds, rolled over and rolled in.  He closed the vent shutters soundlessly.  The surrounding environment was dark, but Sergei was used to this darkness.  He touched it in gently and looked around with his flashlight.

    This is an empty room with an iron door.  Sergey listened carefully to the movement outside, then pushed the door open and quickly disappeared into the darkness.  Outside is a corridor. At the end of the corridor is the cell of the Colombian Armed Forces. There are several heavy iron gates in a row.  That area was completely separated from the tunnel.

    Sergey checked the lock on the iron door and quickly pried open the door with a lockpicking tool. This old-fashioned mechanical lock was useless for an experienced lockpicker like him.  Although this lock is heavy and thick, it looks strong, but in fact it is of no great use.

    Sergey entered and immediately locked the door.  He cautiously walked along the wall, little by little, inside.  This is indeed a prison, with at least seven or eight cells inside.  They were all heavy iron doors with a small window on top.  It was so dark inside that it was impossible to see clearly from the outside.

    But Sergey could hear clearly that there were people inside because their breathing was heavy.  He carefully approached the window and shined his flashlight in.  A man could be seen huddled on one side of the room. This man was wearing a suit and was obviously a captured hostage.

    "His!" Sergey whispered to the man.

    The man raised his head and looked at the window with some confusion.  The light of the flashlight made him unable to open his eyes.  He blocked the light with his hands and rolled to the side.  Sergey saw this man's face clearly and realized that he was not the target he was looking for, but he looked at his black suit and his quick movements.  should?Bodyguards around the target.

    "Who are you?" The man in the black suit shouted in a deep voice.

    "Shh, keep your voice down, we are here to get you out." Sergey whispered, "Where is the UN official being held?

    The man in the black suit came over, looked outside warily, and whispered, "Are you the commandos here to rescue us?"

    "That's right. Stop talking nonsense, where is that person being held?" Sergey lowered his voice.

    "I know how to find him, let me out, and I will take you to find him." The man in the black suit whispered.

    "It's not the time yet, man. I just came in to explore the way. We need to know the exact location of the target before we can determine the rescue plan." Sergey whispered, "Where is he being held?"

    "I am his bodyguard, and I was injured. But before we were attacked, we put the GPS locator on him. With this, you can find him." The bodyguard in black said with difficulty.

    "You hid the locator?" Sergey reached out from the window to pick it up.  The bodyguard in black also stretched out his hand, trying to hand something to him.

    But as soon as their hands came into contact, the bodyguard in black suddenly flipped his wrist and pulled Sergey's hand downwards.  The other hand cuffed one handcuff to Sergey's wrist with a click, and the other handcuffed to the railing of the iron door.

    Sergey was startled, but it was too late.  He suddenly realized that he had been fooled.  Even if this person is really the target person's bodyguard, how could he not be searched after being captured, and how could he still be carrying a locating device?  I was really too careless!

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