One hour later, Hulmatu, Safehouse.
This place with a seemingly intimidating name is actually just an underground iron coffin—
It was once a grain storage of some wealthy local or an ammo storeroom for the military government. Now, Song Heping had repurposed it into a temporary jail and interrogation center.
Several meters underground, surrounded by thick concrete walls, with the latest signal jammers at maximum power, not even a ghost could find its way.
Dealing with these Delta soldiers requires caution. Even though they were searched upon capture, Song Heping knew these guys sometimes had tracking chips implanted in hidden places on their bodies to locate themselves.
Going against Americans requires caution, or it's at the cost of your life.
The air in the basement is indescribable.
Aged dust scent untouched by wind for decades mixed with the pungent chlorine smell of disinfectant, and worst of all, a hint of bloody rust.
