"There's nothing inside the elevator." Jiang Xia gestured around. "The display screen doesn't show any signs of having been removed or installed either. If there is one, it's most likely on top of the elevator—I'll go up and take a look. I'll call you again later."
With that, he hung up and looked at Curacao.
Curacao: "!"
Jiang Xia pointed at the top of the elevator. "It's too high. Crouch down and let me step on you—I want to check up there."
"..." Curacao did not want any contact with him whatsoever, so she had no intention of crouching. She merely glanced upward, planning to climb up herself.
Before she could jump, Jiang Xia added, "As far as I know, this Bomber likes to activate the Mercury Column in his bombs after a second explosion."
Curacao: "..."
Jiang Xia sighed. "You can gamble that it won't explode, of course. And even if it does, there's nothing to worry about—even if us seniors unfortunately perish here, the Organization will still have a bright future."
Curacao: "..." Seniors? You, a student who hasn't even graduated high school? And by a bright future, did he mean that pack of Little Minion Ghosts he kept?
Also, why did dying in an elevator after being blown up by a Bomber sound so stirring when it came out of his mouth?
She had plenty she wanted to curse at him, but in the end, she only quietly glanced at Jiang Xia's position and walked to the opposite corner.
Then the agile intelligence agent stepped on the armrest and leaped into the air. One hand caught a protrusion overhead while the other lifted the ceiling panel, and she lightly flipped herself up.
With a quick glance, Curacao's gaze settled on a device in the corner.
—It really