After all, nobody knew what might happen inside. One more bullet meant one more thing to keep me alive.
Nine grenades hung from my waist, twelve magazines were tucked behind my back, and I had more than thirty rounds for the grenade launcher.
It felt pretty heavy, but I couldn't afford to worry about that now.
"Let's go!"
I looked him in the eye and waved my PX4. After all, pointing a big gun at his back as we went in would be too conspicuous. I
could only use a pistol.
"Okay..."
"Once we get inside, I won't speak. You'll have to figure out a way to get me in, or else..."
"I understand, I understand. I'll cooperate fully and make sure you get out safely..."
"No, the first step isn't getting me out..."
"Then what is?"
"First, we eat!"
"..."
He stared at me in astonishment and moved his lips, but didn't say a word for a long while. Of course, I knew why he was
so surprised, but I was truly
starving.
"Come on."
"Okay, okay!"
He hurriedly nodded and led me inside. When he opened the door, he first used his fingerprint, then looked into the little camera with his eye. I hadn't
expected this Iron Gate to be so difficult to open. Good thing I hadn't killed him.
"Creak... creeeeak..."
As the heavy iron door slowly opened, a wave of warmth flowed out, driving away some of the chill clinging to me. After all... my clothes
were still cold and damp.
Standing behind him, I watched his back and looked around. Unlike the outside, the interior was fairly well furnished, and the floor was
tiled.
When I looked up, I saw the surveillance camera hanging above the door behind us, as well as the one at