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Chapter 72 Copy Access, Drilling the Hive

The headquarters of Gouken is located on the edge of the northern district, backed by a sparse woodland.

From a distance, the entire complex looks more like a heavily guarded military fortress than a guild headquarters.

The area is surrounded by a wall more than three meters high, topped with barbed wire and a dense array of surveillance cameras. There is a watchtower at each of the four corners, with fully armed guards on watch 24 hours a day.

Inside the walled compound, several reinforced concrete buildings rise from the ground, their exteriors painted a somber dark gray, exuding a cold and hard texture.

Normally, ordinary people would instinctively avoid getting close to it, or even just passing by.

For them, this place is a veritable den of dragons and tigers, where one wrong move could lead to big trouble.

Today, however, the situation is quite different.

From afar, one could hear deafening noises coming from inside the walls. Short screams, dense gunfire, and shouts of killing intertwined and converged into a sound wave that echoed over the buildings.

The already uneasy passersby avoided the area like the plague, keeping their distance and not daring to take a single step closer.

The shops on the street had already closed their doors and windows, and even the curtains were drawn tightly shut.

Occasionally, some bolder residents would peek out from the window cracks, only to immediately turn back, their faces filled with fear.

Looking around, the heavy alloy gate in the center of the wall was twisted and deformed, with half of the door leaf completely detached from the hinge and lying crookedly to one side, its surface covered with shocking dents and cracks.

The walls around the door frame were also covered with large cracks, and gravel and dust were scattered all over the ground.

Stepping through the gate, the scene inside was even more shocking.

In the spacious front courtyard, hundreds of corpses lay scattered about, each with a different manner of death.

Some necks were neatly severed, the wounds as smooth as a mirror.

Some had huge holes blasted into their chests, with fragments of internal organs mixed with broken bones.

Without exception, none of these corpses had any blood flowing out, and their skin appeared eerily pale.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder.

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As the frost descended, I trod over the corpses scattered on the ground, the hem of my white training uniform fluttering gently in the breeze.

Her steps remained steady, her expression calm and composed, as if the ground beneath her feet was not a battlefield strewn with corpses, but merely an ordinary road.

Occasionally, sporadic sounds of fighting could still be heard around, but they had become much less frequent.

The resistance here is being rapidly eliminated.

Shuangjiang ignored the noise and walked straight inside.

After passing several main buildings, she finally stopped in front of a relatively low building on the far right.

The building has a rather peculiar shape, with a flat oval shape, an arched dome roof, and several rows of narrow windows on the walls, making it look like a small indoor stadium.

The gate was tightly shut, and the heavy metal door panels appeared intact, a stark contrast to the surrounding destruction.

Clearly, this place has been deliberately protected.

Shuangjiang stepped forward, lightly raised his right foot, and then kicked down like thunder.

boom!

A dull thud exploded, and the heavy metal door panel was instantly torn off the frame, flying inward with a whistling sound. A series of screams and cries of alarm immediately came from inside the building.

Frostfall then darted into the area like lightning.

After a brief scream, the hall quickly returned to deathly silence.

Frostfall stepped over the corpses on the ground and walked inside, his gaze fixed directly on the center of the building.

There, a door emitting a soft white light stands quietly.

The light gate is about five meters high and three meters wide, and its surface is like a silvery-white water curtain with ripples, exuding a deep and mysterious aura.

Judging from its appearance alone, it is almost identical to the dungeon entrance of the underground hall of the North District Detachment's base.

Shuangjiang stopped in front of the light gate and raised her right hand.

The back of his palm was tattooed with a slightly raised silver pouch pattern, which was the storage mark seized from Pang Lie.

She probed the mark with her mental energy and quickly found her target. With a flick of her wrist, a card instantly appeared in her palm.

The card has a warm, smooth feel to the touch, and its surface is a deep dark blue with fine silver lines that seem to flow slowly as if they have a life of their own, forming a complex and intricate three-dimensional pattern.

At the very center of the card is a constantly rotating honeycomb-shaped phantom image, with countless tiny holes flickering within it, emitting a faint and mysterious light.

【Dungeon Access (Drill Hive)】: Holders of this card will automatically gain control of the 'Drill Hive' dungeon, and can open or close the dungeon entrance at any time and set access permissions.

Shuangjiang held the card in one hand and reached out with the other to gently touch the portal.

The next moment, the silver patterns on the card surface suddenly lit up, resonating with the energy ripples flowing along the edge of the light gate.

An invisible wave spread out from the card, and ripples spread across the surface of the portal, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake.

At the same time, dazzling golden text appeared before their eyes.

[A copy of the permission carrier has been detected... Verifying permissions...]

[Verification successful.]

You have gained control of the 'Drill Hive' instance.

As soon as the Frostfall touched his mind, the portal instantly changed.

The originally stable energy fluctuations began to contract and intensify, and the size of the light gate shrank at a visible speed, finally turning into a dazzling particle of light that disappeared into the honeycomb phantom in the center of the card.

The card then dimmed, returning to its original dark blue color.

As the portal disappeared, the empty venue seemed even more desolate.

Shuangjiang put away the cards and turned to walk outside.

When she stepped out of the stadium-like building, the sounds of fighting in the courtyard had completely subsided.

The Awakening of Insects and the Winter Solstice stand on either side of the gate, waiting quietly.

After Pang Lie's death, the only high-level combat force left in Gangquan was a level 5 berserker vice president, who died under Jingzhe Sword the moment the three of them stormed the headquarters.

Without high-level combatants, the remaining ordinary professionals, no matter how many there were, were no match for Dongzhi and were quickly wiped out.

Seeing Shuangjiang emerge, the three exchanged a glance, and without a word, tacitly headed towards the headquarters gate.

The afternoon sun poured down without any obstruction, illuminating the street outside the gate.

In stark contrast to moments before, the wide streets had been completely cleared.

A fleet of military off-road vehicles and armored personnel carriers, painted in star blue, were spread out in a fan shape. The rapid-fire machine guns mounted on the roofs gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster in the sunlight, their muzzles pointing at the various exits of the wall.

Fully armed soldiers in uniform star-blue combat uniforms used vehicles and street fortifications to build a tight blockade.

At the forefront of the blockade, hundreds of special operations team members have already assembled.

Instead of spreading out like soldiers, they formed multiple assault formations in groups of three or five, their expressions solemn as they watched the gate with the air of a formidable enemy in mind.

Luo Du and Pan De stood at the forefront, their expressions extremely solemn.

A palpable sense of urgency filled the air.

As three figures slowly walked out of the door, the tense atmosphere instantly reached its peak.