"Phew... phew..." Li Huowang panted heavily. The white vapor he exhaled kept fogging the bulletproof glass, then swiftly vanishing, only to repeat in an endless cycle.
The air in the Dark Channel did not circulate, making Li Huowang increasingly irritable, especially after walking for so long and finding nothing. "That smell in the air is getting more and more pungent. Qing Wanglai, what was that benzene thing you mentioned?"
Qing Wanglai did not answer Li Huowang's question. He stood behind Li Huowang with his gun in hand, looking as though he were using Li Huowang as a shield.
"Shh, we're almost there." Zhao Shuangdian passed by Li Huowang, deliberately lowering her voice.
Her fingers danced across the laptop keyboard as though playing a piano. The contents displayed on it were probably comprehensible only to her.
After walking through that cold, gloomy tunnel for nearly another twenty minutes, Zhao Shuangdian suddenly took the crossbow from Zhao Lei's hands in the darkness and aimed into the blackness ahead.
With a whoosh, that familiar sound of metal tearing through the air rang out. Though no further sound followed, Li Huowang knew something had died in the darkness.
As they slowly approached and turned on their flashlights, they saw a man lying beside the Dark Channel with a crossbow bolt lodged in his neck. On the rock wall beside him, a massive iron door had appeared with jarring abruptness.
Clearly, this man had been posted to guard the door, but Zhao Shuangdian had killed him beforehand, without letting him send any warning.
"Shh, shh." Li Huowang stepped up to the iron door first and pulled it open a crack.
The white light streaming out from within immediately made Li Huowang, who had been standing in the darkness, unable to open his eyes. After adjusting