The DarkHole Laboratory

Accidentally Meet

After he took care of Vienna last night, there was no sign of any effect on the formula.

He is not alone, there is Bill, Ethan, and Luke, they are also always waiting for the emergence of the effects of the formula.

And by dawn, Vienna was still asleep. Potka out of the room he wanted to get some fresh air as well as coffee.

Potka moved from her place, "Where are you going?" ask Ethan.

"Make coffee" replied Potka. Then he left the room.

Expel drowsiness because after this the effect may be visible.

Finally he found out, it turns out Bill is the chairman of the Vienna team.

But where it is now, a building is no less well maintained as the first building, the building that Vienna occupied.

He kept his feet, there was a gate there, growing wild plants around him, as well as moss that appeared on damp cement.

Potka kept walking. He was treated to a view of the fountain painted dull unused. A lot of grass grows in that pool.

The fountain is quite large, surrounded by large buildings around it. Potka also saw straight ahead there is a wooden door with a carving like standing firm.

Pitka keaeah that door. He approached and saw a brass door knob that was still attached nicely to the door.

Potka pushed the door open.

Sssrrttt ...

Kret ... kret ...

It's a little hard and heavy. Potla looked inside. He found a corridor. Potka turned around, there seemed to be nothing inside, he decided to return to his original destination, looking for coffee.

"ACH!" a woman's groove sounded as Potka was about to close the door.

Potka scrunched his forehead. His eyes peered into the hallway, curiosity finally made Potka enter.

There is only a hallway with high walls like large buildings and concrete everywhere.

This passageway was winding, like a labyrinth and thankfully unbranched. After Potka walked down that hallway. He saw a dark room at the end. Potka kept coming in.

And only darkness did Potka find. He pressed a flashlight-like device on his wrist.

Potka began to point the flashlight inward, Potka found a ladder that led down. Potka went down the stairs.

A BLAR!

Every five steps of the pliers Potka passed by eating a torch that was on the wall will light up. Helps in the illumination of Potka.

Potka kept coming down. Until he set foot on the bottom and zada puddle water that cut his shoes.

The sound of water splashing as Potka stepped echoed throughout the room.

He entered a room without a door, where he saw a room with iron bars lined up.

In jail? Predictably, he was an elite force who understood this.

CRANE ...

CRANE ...

The clash of iron with iron is deafening. Potka's getting curious.

Krincing! Krincing!

THE CRANK!

Sounds breaching. It seems like the captive of this place wants to escape.

"Marky! Marky's! Unhand me! Marky's! Goddamn it!" Crackle, Potka is getting closer.

"Let go of me brengs3k!" Meaning,

THE CRANK!

"I'LL KILL YOU, MARKY, LET ME GO! BIA DAP'S!"

"MALAN ..."

"YOU'RE AFRAID OF ME!"

"BASIC OF THE NGAN CHANT!"

"HUAHAHA ... "

Hands with black and dirty nails protruded from inside the prison, stopping Potka's steps. He peeked for a moment.

Potka widened his two neutrals, he did not expect to see a figure he knew.

Shocked, as Potka knew, this figure was feeling the excitement of having his political rival killed.

What Potka heard, This figure is running a subsidiary of Nocturnal which was taken over by the rival.

And seeing a different appearance made Potka ask, why he was in this place.

Imprisoned in this dark, damp room,

"You are all traitors! You brought me to this horrible place!" It's shrunken with its head attached to iron bars, disheveled hair, completely like the lower classes.

"I'll kill you, Marky, old man!" Its meaning.

"Marci ... Marky .. I know I'm gonna save me, right?" The figure heard Potka's footsteps flutter in the pool of water.

"Marky quickly open this door" jabbed it, pretending to be nice.

"Marky fast, we've got a meeting" ambiguous the figure.

Potka was already in front of that figure, he painstakingly swallowed his saliva, he said,

"His father?" The woman looked up, looked at Potka and then grinned with a dirty face.

Tbc.