People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

The words had barely left his mouth.

suddenly.

From the very, very far darkness above, a whistle sounded.

Beep beep beep~~~

The suicide squad heard it, and they all looked up and pricked up their ears.

Without a doubt, the whistle meant that Ding Ze had sent others in... However, they were still quite far away, because it was still dark up there, without any light.

The captain didn't say anything, but listened carefully.

The whistle was rhythmic, and as a veteran, the captain quickly understood its meaning.

"We're here, where are you?" the whistle said.

If they could survive, the suicide squad would certainly want to survive too.

Without hesitation, the captain immediately took out a whistle from his bag, blew it in response, and then fired a flare into the sky.

Not long after.

"Keep in touch, we're on our way," came the whistle from Ding Ze's end.

"Okay," the captain replied immediately.

The team members remained silent, waiting for the communication to end.

After a while.

"Captain, shall we go down again?" asked a team member whose hope for survival had been rekindled.

The captain smiled and shook his head. "Let's not go down. Let's find a palace, rest, eat and drink, and wait for them to arrive."

As soon as these words came out.

The remaining fourteen suicide squad members all laughed happily.

As I said before, if you can live, of course you should try your best to live.

Not long after, the fifteen-man suicide squad entered a palace, found a place to sit down, lit a fire, and took out the little remaining rations from their backpacks to eat and drink.

the other side.

Because the suicide squad had scouted ahead, Ding Ze's group was able to move relatively faster.

It's worth mentioning that the inside of the iceberg isn't as cold as the outside; the temperature is barely acceptable, and it doesn't feel freezing to the touch.

The group continued forward, using whistles to contact the suicide squad every now and then. After an unknown amount of time, Ding Ze and his group arrived at the ice bridge directly above the suicide squad.

Upon receiving the signal, the suicide squad members hurriedly left the palace and looked up.

The beams of light above were like rays of hope to these members of the suicide squad who had been operating inside for so long. Instantly, smiles filled the faces and eyes of the fifteen men.

The suicide squad spotted Ding Ze and his group.

vice versa.

Ding Ze grinned and had the person next to him whistle again, telling the suicide squad to hold on a little longer, they would be there soon.

You must treat suicide squad members with utmost courtesy and respect.

This is considered standard practice in this industry.

After all, those guys are truly risking their lives to work. If we don't treat them well, who will risk their lives for us in the future?

The reasoning is very simple.

Time flies.

Ding Ze and his group followed the marks left by the suicide squad, descending step by step.

Along the way, inevitably, occasionally someone will slip and fall into the canyon, screaming as they fall in and join the sea.

Ding Ze and his group had basically gotten used to this situation over the course of their journey.

Sacrifice is inevitable; you'll get used to it.

unconsciously.

When Ding Ze arrived in front of the suicide squad, he sincerely said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The fifteen members of the suicide squad smiled in unison.

The captain said in a serious tone, "It's nothing, boss, this is our job."

“You did a great job,” Ding Ze had already counted the heads and knew how many people had died in this suicide squad. “You should rest well, eat more, and replenish your strength.”

Ding Ze and his group were well-prepared and brought plenty of supplies.

soon.

Inside the frozen palace, a bonfire was lit, and the suicide squad gathered around it, drinking and eating heartily, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Ding Ze lit a cigar, went outside the palace, and looked down.

The ocean is calm and deep; sometimes, it really does seem like a ferocious, man-eating beast.

What exactly is going on here?

What lies beneath the sea?

Ding Ze observed for a while, then threw away his cigarette butt, returned to the palace, walked up to the group of experts who had accompanied him, and asked, "Gentlemen, what are your thoughts on this place?"

These experts, who have spent most of their lives studying Antarctica, have been awestruck ever since they entered this iceberg. By now, they are almost dumbfounded by the sheer awe.

"Mr. Ding, have you heard of Atlantis?" an expert asked, looking up at Ding Ze.

Ding Ze was taken aback, and a question involuntarily popped into his mind... Have you heard of Amway?

Nothing.

These experts are all acting a bit strange.

"You think this is the legendary Atlantis?" Ding Ze asked rhetorically.

The expert nodded. "It's possible... Legend has it that Atlantis's technology was far ahead of its time. It's very possible that these palaces, those ice bridges, everything here, were all created by them."

"Perhaps, this is their home."

Ding Ze listened, then took out another cigarette, lit it, and said, "You guys continue your discussion."

He doesn't get along with the experts.

He had no interest in Atlantis or wealth.

The expert who responded was somewhat disgruntled, but quickly recovered and enthusiastically joined the other experts in their discussion. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 491 The Dead City Under the Sea

Antarctica, beneath the iceberg.

Here, time has little meaning.

It's unclear how much time passed, but after much discussion and research, the experts finally reached some consensus.

First of all, there doesn't seem to be any major danger here. The iceberg is very solid overall, and theoretically, as long as there isn't a large-scale blasting, no one should be buried.

Secondly, from an architectural perspective, the people who built this place many, many years ago... or rather, the beings who created it, possessed incredible architectural abilities, which may very well have existed in another dimension.

Because you have to understand, there were no machines back then... and this place is completely different from the pyramids, the Great Wall, and the like...

Wonders like the pyramids, at least, are on the ground and can be achieved by accumulating manpower and time.

And here, putting everything else aside, just the cold... how many humans could withstand it?

Therefore, the creatures that created this place must possess some special ability to withstand the cold, or even be born with such an ability.

Then, we have to go further. Experts speculate that the main buildings in this place are all underwater... those above the sea surface are secondary and unimportant.

After listening.

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke.

Well, what else can I say? Let's go for it.

Not long after, another suicide squad was assembled. They put on the ultra-professional diving suits provided by the [Longevity Club], oxygen tanks, deep-sea searchlights... in short, all kinds of equipment.

everything's ready.

Thump thump thump~~~

One after another, the suicide squad members went into the water and went downstream.

Ding Ze and the others naturally gathered in front of the big screen, watching the video feedback from the suicide squad with rapt attention.

Visibility at this depth in the underground sea is extremely poor. Fortunately, the searchlights carried by the suicide squad were incredibly powerful, enough to dispel the darkness in the sea.

The depth below was still incredibly high, possibly several hundred meters further.

Looking at both sides, just like on the sea, there are clearly various palaces.

It's worth mentioning that the space clearly increases as you go down.

In other words, the entire canyon is shaped like a funnel, wider at the bottom than at the top... As a result, it's honestly hard to imagine just how much space is actually at the bottom of the canyon.