Shelter 100, B40 level.
Wo Zui Hei's squad finally made their way through the mountain of obstacles and waste, arriving at the cleanroom warehouse where the black boxes were stored.
Seeing the mission marker so close on the map, all the players briefly breathed a sigh of relief.
The straight-line distance was less than two hundred meters, yet it had felt longer than a kilometer of cross-country travel—especially with those bugs that kept darting out of the shadows to challenge their SAN values.
"I'm opening the door."
Standing to one side of the warehouse door, Wo Zui Hei gestured to the teammate on the other side, then slammed his fist onto the mechanical button for the manually operated hatch.
With a hiss of escaping air, dry airflow blew out through the door, scattering the dust clinging to the gap.
Several gun barrels quickly poked through the opening. Flashlight beams swept across every corner of the dark room, and after confirming there were no threats, a trace of surprise appeared on Wo Zui Hei's face.
He had expected tight security here and had even prepared for a tough fight, but the actual situation was completely different from what he had imagined.
Bell, who was following behind the group, casually mocked him.
"Positive-pressure sealing is standard equipment for a cleanroom. I thought you should have realized as soon as you felt the air blowing out that no dirty contaminants could possibly have gotten in here."
After saying that, it crawled into the room on its own, extended one of the spider robot's legs, and pressed a switch on the inside wall.
White light illuminated the entire pitch-black room.
Wo Zui Hei awkwardly switched off his tactical flashlight and lowered his gun.
Strange...
Where was that inexplicable sense of unease he had felt