Monac gradually calmed down; the dry and cold underground space always helps to restore composure.
However, this dark and icy environment can also feel bone-chilling and lonely.
He turned around, wiped his face, and walked over to Su Ming, saying, "I just found out that this Kobold tribe has over three thousand members. They live deep underground in London, and coming to the surface this time was just an accident. Because there's been a lot of construction and blasting above them recently, they came up to investigate. I've already asked them to return underground, but I also promised to help them solve the problem of earthquake-induced collapses."
"You did the right thing, Monac. Since I'm here, I must find traces of Namor. Whatever is going on here, we can't let him continue," Su Ming acknowledged his efforts and then contemplated before adding, "Their so-called excavation action should be someone building an underground laboratory. Because London has consistently been bombed by the Germans, they can use the sound of bomb explosions as cover, which is quite clever."
Deadpool didn't listen to what Su Ming was saying; instead, he looked at the two dead rabbits on the ground, touching his chin.
"And with today's typhoon, the German bombers and rockets can't perform their tasks, so they stopped work here too, and thus the Kobolds came up to have a look," Monac shared the intel he gathered. Deathstroke's guess fits the situation the Kobolds described; that's exactly the case.
"Do they know who's doing the excavation?" Su Ming asked him. The mage didn't look particularly well, and he was forcing a smile.
Monac made a helpless gesture, rubbing his face with his cane, probably thinking his smile looked too fake: "I'm afraid the Kobolds can't distinguish between the British and the Germans. They only know it's humans building a huge underground structure. The strong vibrations damaged the roof of their temple and hurt their companions."
Underground structures are generally laboratories or air-raid shelters, but if the British military wanted to build an air-raid shelter, they wouldn't need to sneak around under the cover of German bombings.
Therefore, the likelihood that the mole digging here is the enemy is over eighty percent, and coupled with the doorman mutants' silencing attitude earlier, this likelihood is nearly a hundred percent.
Su Ming had selectively forgotten Deadpool's foul mouth. If he hadn't rushed over with knives, spewing profanities, maybe people wouldn't have had such an attitude.
"Did they mention the location of the structure?"
"Yes, follow me."
Monac walked in the direction the Kobolds left, and Su Ming and the others followed. But when no one was looking, Deadpool sneakily stuffed the two rabbit corpses into his pants pockets and whistled as he looked around.
The way was very calm; besides the Kobolds' faint footprints on the ground, there were no other traces.
This made Su Ming start to doubt whether this underground facility had begun operations. But that's better if they can find traces of Namor without much effort; it's undoubtedly a good thing.
This corridor connected with several sewer lines in London. After passing through, they soon encountered a rapid stream. Not far away, there was a large hole leading underground, which seemed to be the Kobolds' way home.
Su Ming thought for a moment and asked Monac to block this path with magic. Otherwise, they might come up again, or some maniac might go down.
After paying the price of two rabbits again, Monac completed the task, but his mood became unusually low, as if a world-ending sorrow enveloped his heart.
So much so that he didn't notice Deadpool collecting the rabbit corpses again.
On the other side of the flood channel, distant lights could be seen seeping from the passage, not very visible, but Su Ming's helmet goggles had a photometer.
The Kobolds likely noticed the light on the other side too, but they couldn't cross the river, so they chose to take a detour, coincidentally meeting up with Su Ming's group.
The flood channel, formerly a sewage channel, is about ten meters wide. If Deathstroke and Deadpool had a running start, they could undoubtedly jump across, and Monac could fly over, except Holloway was left with no option.
But with the Magic Floating Cloak and Symbiote, Su Ming had no such problem.
Except for the doctor turning a bit pale, the four safely reached the other side.
"Alright, Wade, it's time for you to take action according to the plan," Su Ming pointed to the distant door and patted his shoulder.
While drawing his dual blades, Deadpool grumbled, "Had I known I'd be working in the sewers, I would've asked for some mood compensation. Everything that happens here feels quite dirty. I'm a good person; I've never killed so many mutants in one day. I feel as if my little heart is wounded."
"Injured? Is it internal? Have you had heatstroke?" Su Ming pulled out the Godslayer casually, glancing back and forth to check if the blade had dulled, with the demeanor of preparing to sharpen it.
"Uh, although I don't know what you mean by 'heatstroke,' it doesn't sound like a good word... Here I go."
Deadpool dashed towards the tunnel's end in a flash. The ceiling was quite high, likely enough for ample underground space.
Like a secret granary or an arsenal.
Digging more tunnels and storing grain isn't an idiom exclusive to the Celestial Dynasty, many countries have similar strategies.
Hiding plundered treasure or stored food is a well-known practice for a pirate nation like Britain.
The human history of the top ten pirates refers to Blackbeard, Female Pirate Anne, Pirate Prince Black Sam, Celestial Dynasty Female Pirate Zheng Shishi, Bartholomew Roberts, Captain Kidd, Henry Morgan, Cotton Jack, Francis Drake, and Hayreddin.
Except for Zheng Shishi and Hayreddin, the other eight are all British. Many of their treasures still haven't been found on some isolated island.
London, needless to say, has seen many mysterious events in history. Various nobles would dig cellars to store wealth, and when lacking funds, they turned to sewers.
By intercepting an unused section of the sewer and walling it off, they could use it as their secret chamber. For centuries, it has seen countless mysterious people, politicians, and killers.
The London sewer was built in 1848, spanning 2000 kilometers, a brick structure embodying British aesthetic thought everywhere.
The United States' New York sewer, on the other hand, is reinforced concrete, whereas in London, they even use bricks to construct archways and mosaics at intervals, known as one of the world's seven industrial wonders.
No one walks there; it's only sewage.
Hugo visited the Paris sewer and described it as a terrifying great cellar in his book "Les Misérables," and compared to it, London's sewers are more than a cellar—a grand labyrinth.
High and low, divided into multiple layers, intersecting numerous routes. Without magic or a map, one would surely get lost.
Thankfully, today's typhoon, which brought a torrent of rain, helped eliminate many incorrect options for Su Ming. After all, constructing a secret base underground should definitely avoid the possibility of flooding by sewage.
The place in front fulfilled the conditions, very dry.
Now let's see exactly who the opponent is...