The stairs down to Underground Level Four were far longer than those leading to the first three.
At a glance, they descended a full hundred meters.
Thick soundproofing foam lined the walls, so only after the six of them had descended did several zombies, dressed in either protective suits or military uniforms, hear them and charge up with guttural roars.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
They swiftly drew their guns and dispatched the zombies. With only one minute and forty seconds left on the countdown, they were frantic and dared not waste a single second.
Yet halfway down, Ye Lin suddenly stopped, crouched, and began hacking rapidly at the corpses with his dagger.
Every stroke severed bone, as though he were dismembering them.
"Ye Lin!?"
He Zheng stared in shock. The others hurriedly stopped as well, their eyes filled with confusion and their hearts burning with anxiety.
These zombies were already thoroughly dead. They had no idea why Ye Lin was still wasting time.
A moment later, Ye Lin cut off the zombies' heads and hands and tossed them straight to the others, speaking rapidly and urgently:
"This place was specially designed, so the door must have multiple authentication checks."
"Whether it's fingerprints or irises, we won't get in without these!"
Only then did the others understand.
Looking down at the severed hands and heads in his arms, He Zheng froze for a moment. Then a jolt ran through him, and his eyes widened.
It wasn't difficult to think of that, but to come up with it under these circumstances-he simply couldn't imagine how many things were running through Ye Lin's mind at any given moment!
He'd known this kid was smart. He would never do anything pointless!
In barely a dozen seconds, the group reached the door, clutching bloody severed limbs