Among the various interested people who came to Florence by the museum bombing and the actions of the Jews, three of them seemed very special. They did not get around the ruins and used various methods to peek at what was going on inside. They did not contact other underground forces in Florence to obtain the information they wanted. Instead, they sat in the tavern on the edge of the Lord's Square like three leisurely tourists, drinking leisurely, listening to the idle Italian idlers and lazy people drinking and bragging.

At this time, a child who could be seen everywhere in Florence ran to the bar, looked around, and ran to the three people who were out of place before the waiter came to drive him out, and said to the young man in the middle: "They found an iron door there," perhaps feeling that he was not very accurate, and added: "The iron door that leads to the underground."

"Yeah! Very good." The young man smiled, took out two small notes from his pocket, handed them to the boy, touched his head, and signaled that he could leave.

The boy was still reluctant to leave when he left. He looked back at the young man from time to time, as if waiting for the other party to call him and then assigned some tasks that could make small money. Unfortunately, the impatient waiter drove him out of the bar, and the young man did not speak. The little boy, who was quite unwilling to stick out his tongue at the waiter standing at the door, then quickly fled to the crowd in the square with a small step.

"What did you put in there?" As the little boy disappeared into the crowd, the sturdy and curious among the three asked the young man in the middle.

"Some good things." The young man smiled slightly and looked at another young man who looked similar to him but looked at last year's older person, saying, "Wait a minute, you go to the next step, be careful not to reveal your identity."

"I understand." Hearing the order, the young man responded immediately.

Just as the three young men were talking, in the ruins of the Bronte Museum, less than three blocks from the Lords Square, the Jews had already dug a passage next to the iron gate of the basement. After the passage was opened, Abraham, who had been impatient, left his assistant on the ground to preside over the affairs. He himself led several subordinates into the passage.

Entering the basement passage from the narrow passage that had just been excavated, Abraham turned on the light on the miner's hat on his head and illuminated the situation in the main basement passage clearly. After confirming that there were no other dangers around, he raised his hand and climbed down the escalator embedded in the wall on one side and moved down step by step.

This passage is longer than Abraham expected, and it is estimated that it has not been seen at least twenty meters downward. Such a depth has exceeded the exploration range of the psychics with perspective powers in their operation group. However, the deeper the passage is, the more excited Abraham feels, because in his opinion, the deeper the basement is built, the secret hidden in it must be extraordinary.

Wearing this excitement, Abraham crawled down for more than 30 meters, and finally saw the end of the passage below under the miner's lamp. He saw that, like the above, the passage lens was also an iron door, and a special password lock similar to a bank safe was installed on the iron door.

"Stern, this is your life." Because the bottom of the passage was narrow, Abraham did not go down, but said to a middle-aged man in the third place above.

After hearing the order, the middle-aged man looked down slightly, jumped down from the escalator, and stepped steadily on the edge of the safety iron door below. After standing firmly, he squatted down and took out a headband-shaped device from the package, connected the wire, and stuck a special sensing patch at the other end of the wire around the iron door below. After he was ready, he put on the headband and held both hands on the rotating rod of the safety door. While turning slowly, he carefully induction and analyzed the slight current fed back from the iron door induction patch.

Soon, several mechanical sounds of clicking sounds came from the iron door. The middle-aged man quickly retracted the induction patch, wires and other devices on it into his backpack, giving Abraham a seat.

Abraham went down to the bottom and carefully checked the surroundings of the iron door through his method. He did not find any other protective measures. There was only an induction device and a hidden wire on the inside of the door. As long as the door was opened, a signal would be transmitted from the hidden wire to the indicator light or alarm device on the ground. However, the indicator light and alarm device on the above have been destroyed in the explosion, so the device naturally lost its function.

"Be careful." Although it has been confirmed that there is no danger, Abraham still reminded him that after all the others in the passage had prepared some protection, he slowly opened the iron door.

The creaking sound made when the iron door opened was extremely harsh in the quiet passage, and then a turbid air that gushed out due to the different internal and external air pressures emerged from the basement. Although this turbid air made the people around him feel suffocated, it was not much of a problem.

After waiting for a while, Abraham took the lead in lowering the stairs prepared at the entrance and entered the basement. With the help of the mine lamp, he quickly found the basement lamp switch. Perhaps because the circuit of the basement is not the same as the ground, after the switch is turned on, the large wattage light bulb illuminates the entire basement. When you look around, the entire basement will be clear at a glance.

I saw that this basement is not so much a warehouse, but rather an archive room. The walls around the basement are placed in the filing cabinets connected to the top. Judging from the various traces, there should have been a large number of documents in the filing cabinet before, but now these documents have been taken away. In addition, there is a military sand table in the center of the basement. This sand table perfectly restores the entire Florence, and looks like a three-dimensional Florence street map. It is not difficult to see from the new and old levels of the miniature buildings on the sand table and the traces of their placement. This sand table should have been made bit by bit in a few years or more.

"Collaborately search each file cabinet to see if there are any missing." The situation in the basement made Abraham feel slightly sank. Although he felt that there was no valuable thing here, he still ordered the other subordinates who went down to the basement to search carefully. He himself stood in front of the sand table and looked at the large military model carefully.

"Head, don't you think this sand table is weird?" Howard followed him without looking for missing items in the surrounding filing cabinets, but stood next to Abraham, looking at the city model in front of him, and said.

"What's weird?" Although Abraham didn't like Howard, he also knew that this young man had extraordinary observation skills because of some things in the past, so he did not let his emotions affect his judgment and asked directly.

Howard pointed to the base below the model and said, "If it were just a city model, there should be no need to be such a thick base below. Perhaps there is something under such a thick base?"

When Abraham heard Howard's statement, his eyes lit up and his eyes turned to the pedestal. He looked carefully, then squatted down and searched carefully on the pedestal for a while, and soon found a mechanism.

He was naturally very happy when he found the mechanism, but he was so excited that he did not rush to pull the mechanism. Instead, he carefully searched around the mechanism, and searched the entire sand table model in a more rigorous way. After confirming that there were no traps, he told everyone to be careful and try to pull the mechanism.

As the sound of gears rotated from the inside of the sand table, the entire sand table began to lift up under the action of more than a dozen pillars. The originally integrated sand table base was divided into three, turning into three different three-dimensional topographic maps.

The first topographic map is obviously a municipal sewer pipeline map in Florence. Abraham had studied this before, so he recognized it at a glance. The topographic map of the second floor looks a bit familiar. Many places overlap with municipal sewers, but more places are completely different from the sewers. The bottom layer is not so much a topographic map, but the formation map is incomplete and many key parts are blank.

"This should be the topographic map of the ancient Roman sewers." Howard squatted down and looked carefully at the three-layer topographic map, and pointed to the second floor that overlapped the Florentine sewers and said: "I studied the history of ancient Roman architecture when I was in college. Florence is a city built on Roman city ruins. During the Renaissance, the Medici family transformed the Florentine sewers several times to solve the problem of urban water accumulation. Some of the sewers in ancient Rome were also re-activated and incorporated into the Florentine sewer pipeline system, and have been used until now."

Abraham didn't say anything, and in fact, Howard didn't need to say it. He also recognized that the second layer of the topographic map was the topographic map of the ancient Roman sewer. At this moment, what he really paid attention to was the array map of the magic array at the bottom layer. This array map made him feel a little familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Head, look at this." At this time, a subordinate who was checking the filing cabinet suddenly found an missing folder from the crack in the bottom floor of a filing cabinet. There were only a few pieces of information in the folder, but the content of the information shocked him and hurriedly took it over and handed it to Abraham.

Abraham took the folder and looked through the information inside. His face suddenly changed. He looked extremely solemn and murderous.

Seeing Abraham's expression, Howard was also deeply curious and stretched his head over to look at the opened folder. The first thing that caught his eye was a list of items, many of which were the world's top artworks, and the names of these artworks were also well-known in the Jewish organization.

"Is this a Nazi treasure?" Howard was shocked and couldn't help but say, "Is that Bronte the gatekeeper of the maze?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!