Since Kafka and the others had swiped employee cards, the elevator descended automatically without requiring manual confirmation from the staff on duty.
When the elevator doors opened, the security officer saw the cleaners who had suddenly appeared and instinctively assumed his colleague on duty had made a mistake.
He reached for his radio, intending to check with the colleague operating the elevator.
But he soon noticed the guns in Kafka's and Number Seven's hands, as well as the enormous weapon Silver Wolf was carrying, which looked more like a cannon than a gun.
Cold sweat immediately broke out over him.
Faced with the choice of reaching for his gun or raising his hands in surrender, he shamefully chose the latter.
He made no sound throughout, looking utterly compliant.
Number Seven stepped forward, pulled the key to the iron gate off him, then knocked him unconscious with a chop to the back of his neck.
Perhaps feeling that wasn't safe enough, Number Seven also handcuffed him to the iron bars.
It was clearly a little cumbersome, but Number Seven didn't want to drag innocent people into this and start killing indiscriminately.
"There's a monitoring room up ahead," Kafka said softly.
"I'll handle it." Silver Wolf patted the little cannon in her hands.
Number Seven stopped her and asked worriedly:
"Won't that make too much noise?"
"But this cannon's just for scaring people." Silver Wolf shrugged. "If a real cannon this size fired, who knows whether I'd hit anything, but the recoil would definitely send me flying."
"All right." Number Seven didn't stop her again.
The three opened the iron gate and headed down the corridor.
There were three rooms along the corridor.
According to the information they had gathered earlier, the room at the far end was an empty sunroom.
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