Chris spoke as he walked toward the gate.
"Behind this door is a city riot-control armored vehicle, used to suppress serious prison riots!"
"Eight-wheel drive, reinforced steel plating, equipped with a riot-control water cannon, with room for twenty people!"
"With it, we can run straight over those things outside and leave here whenever we want!"
Chris stopped in front of the gate and turned to look at the others who had followed him over.
Luther West and Angel Ortiz immediately stepped forward to inspect it.
The prison was enormous, more than ten stories tall. Aside from the cells, there were countless rooms whose purposes they did not know.
There were only a few of them, so aside from important areas like the kitchen and supply warehouse, which they had searched carefully, there were many remote or seemingly unimportant places they had never checked.
Outside the storage room Chris had brought them to were piles of repair tools and miscellaneous clutter. They had not paid much attention to it before, assuming it was a workshop or utility room.
"The lock is jammed!"
After checking it, Luther West said with a slight frown.
Angel Ortiz, beside him, swept a glance over the repair tools and equipment piled around them before speaking.
"Maybe we can cut it open!"
Angel Ortiz had been a maintenance worker before the virus outbreak and was familiar with the use of many common tools and pieces of equipment!
When his gaze swept past the wall nearby, he happened to spot a row of oxygen and acetylene cylinders used for gas cutting!
No one wasted any time. Under Angel Ortiz's direction, they immediately carried the oxygen cylinder, acetylene cylinder, hoses, and welding torch over to the iron gate.
Putting on the protective goggles and gloves they had found earlier,