Mercenary's War

Chapter 135 - 135 One Hundred Thirty-Four A Great Harvest

135: Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Four: A Great Harvest 135: Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Four: A Great Harvest The room Gao Yang and his group entered looked like a study or a drawing room of some kind.

It went without saying that the decor was super luxurious.

The key thing was that guns were placed everywhere in the room, and most of them were gleaming gold.

The table displayed handguns; the wall was adorned with a green flag, flanked by two long Arabian Scimitars.

Beside a marble statue of Gaddafi stood a gun rack with four shining gold rifles, seemingly at the disposal of Gaddafi’s statue.

And on a wall hung a large deer head, beneath which sat a double-barreled shotgun on a rack.

The room, although a bit incongruent, was undeniably the epitome of extravagance.

There were also many bottles of water on the room’s table.

Simultaneously, the group hustled to the table and each grabbed a bottle to drink from.

Gao Yang and his team had been without water for over a day and were dying of thirst.

As Glolov was drinking, he suddenly put down his water bottle, took a glance around, and immediately said, “I can guarantee this is Gaddafi’s room.

No, what I mean is, he’s definitely been here recently.

Let’s

Just then, Frey suddenly pointed at an open album on the table and cried out in astonishment, “Look, isn’t that the American woman in the photo, what’s her name, right, Rice!”

Gao was in no mood to look at any album and urged anxiously, “Let’s go, haven’t you had enough of Gaddafi’s photos?”

Even though Gao Yang and the others showed considerable restraint, the time taken to grab things was just over a minute, not too long and still within an acceptable range.

The items they took were indeed cumbersome, but did not severely affect their mobility.

They really wanted to sweep the room of all its valuables, but doing so would definitely mean leaving behind a lot of combat supplies.

With the consensus that life is more important than money, they could only pick up a couple of their favorite things.

Cui Bo opened the small door marked with an escape route in green font, which led to a large bathroom.

In the bathroom, close to the entrance, there was a beautifully decorated square wooden panel, about two meters by two meters with some Arabic writing on it.

“Here it is, it says so right there,” Cui Bo said upon spotting the panel.

After that, Cui Bo looked around and then said indignantly, “Damn it, the faucets are gold, a gold toilet, gold bathtub, Gaddafi might as well wear a golden robe.

There must be more valuable things in the other rooms, now all going to the opposition.”

Gao pointed his shotgun at the panel, and after Lee Jinfang pulled away the panel to reveal an opening, a hole appeared, descending about ten meters deep, with an iron ladder leading to a spacious passage below, which was also lit.

Finally discovering the passage entrance, Gao Yang immediately said, “Let’s go down first and talk later, but we need to be careful, there could still be people inside.”

Lee Jinfang, still serving as the fire support gunner, went down first.

Holding a gun in one hand and the ladder with the other, he descended quietly into the passage.

After looking left and right, he gestured that it was safe, and then Gao Yang and the others followed him down the ladder into the underground passage.

Once in the passage, Gao Yang glanced both ways and realized that there were iron ladders leading up every so often.

It seemed Gaddafi had prepared numerous escape routes for himself, which was to be expected.

After years of opposition to the United States and having been bombed before, it would have been surprising if he hadn’t arranged multiple escape routes for himself.