"Wait a minute. Haven't you noticed that something is off?"
One of the three agents cautiously stopped the other two.
"What is it?"
"There's a problem. The entire building's surveillance system has three private servers, but I only cracked two of them. The last one can't be dealt with in a short time."
One of them gripped the anesthetic pistol in his hand and looked at the other two.
"We encountered four groups of people on our way up. The first two groups fired at us immediately. If it weren't for our bulletproof vests, we would have been shot. But starting with the third group, they stopped confronting us head-on and even deliberately avoided us."
"I don't believe the security personnel on the higher floors are inferior to those below."
"You mean they did it on purpose? There's something wrong here?"
"It's as if they deliberately let us come up. Could there be a trap on the top floor?"
The three of them had already climbed nearly halfway up the building. The elevator had stopped working shortly after they entered, and there was considerable commotion above both stairways.
Sure enough, forcing their way upstairs was still too much for the three of them.
After all, there were dozens of people on the other side. They were all experienced fighters, not ordinary people who could be dealt with easily.
Just as the three hesitated over whether to call the branch for reinforcements, the nearby floor door suddenly opened.
Given their positions, the three immediately saw the open door, and their gun muzzles shifted toward it.
But nothing unexpected happened. A person silently walked out, his footsteps slow, like those of an elderly man.
The three were confident that under such circumstances, even if that person had the speed of the world's