In the darkness a little over two meters away, a figure had just turned around, a glowing red ember still dangling from his lips.
"Who..."
Before he could finish asking, Song Ning plunged the syringe in her hand into his neck.
The powerful anesthetic could knock someone unconscious within seconds.
Song Ning dragged him into the shadows, her nerves taut.
She wasn't afraid of whoever remained in the room.
She was worried they might notice something was wrong and sound the alarm.
An underground air-raid shelter like this would have had alarm equipment from the start.
Electric bells, loudspeakers, hand-cranked telephones, and the like.
Since these people had remodeled the place, its alarm system would only be more sensitive, its equipment more advanced.
She quickly crept up to the duty room window and peered inside.
There were two metal bunk beds inside, with someone lying on just one of the lower bunks.
Sure enough, only two people were on duty. That made things easier.
She readied herself and knocked on the door.
The man on the bed didn't respond.
She knocked again, and only then did he roll over and get up.
"Why'd you lock the door? All this trouble just to take a piss!"
He was still grumbling as he opened the door when Song Ning drove another anesthetic needle into his neck.
She had to admit, using these familiar supplies...
Felt especially natural.
Song Ning dragged him onto the bed and laid him facing inward.
She quickly scanned the room.
Sure enough, she spotted a red button above the desk.
She just didn't know what would happen if she pressed it.
There was also a black electric bell mounted high in the room.
That bell would probably ring if anything unusual happened.
She took a deep breath.
Then