It seemed that even though the people here hadn't answered the call to evacuate, they were still somewhat prepared for the possibility of an accident.
At the very least, these layers of tightly locked doors looked more than a little suspicious.
Fu Qian didn't linger. After making sure he was safe, he carefully searched the two bodies.
Unfortunately, he didn't find anything of value.
The incident clearly wasn't considered too serious. Neither of them had been equipped with firearms or similar weapons; they both carried nothing but riot batons.
Given his preference for keeping the peace, Fu Qian often carried Mercy, but he never brought many bullets. After firing twice just now, he had only nine rounds left in total.
And now it seemed that his most powerful means of attack couldn't be replenished on the spot.
Still, this situation was genuinely hard to anticipate.
In previous missions, his abilities and items had either been restricted outright, making it impossible to bring Mercy at all, or nothing had been restricted. In the latter case, Mercy's firepower was far inferior to his fists and feet, so there was really no point in playing a ranged build.
The two riot batons were a decent size and weight, but given their shape, Fu Qian still chose the tranquilizer.
The walkie-talkies had long since stopped working. Apart from those, all they had was a string of keys that clearly belonged to the doors.
That was obviously of little use to Fu Qian.
He could have opened the doors and left before he finished trying the keys one by one.
After looting the bodies, Fu Qian took only one baton with him.
This was the place.
After opening several doors in the same way, Fu Qian found himself in a familiar corridor. Not far