"Ugh." Ye Xunzhi clutched her left arm and let out a muffled groan.
She reached for her waist with her right hand, took out a grenade, pulled the pin with her teeth, and hurled it toward the machine gun above.
The explosion was deafening, sending dust flying overhead. The sudden machine-gun fire from above had struck her arm, leaving it bleeding profusely.
But she had no time to worry about that. She hurriedly tore off some fabric she carried to give herself emergency treatment, then raised her gun and headed straight for the fourth level.
At the center of the fourth level was an emergency exit that led directly to the surface.
It had been built because most of those on the fourth level were elite researchers, and the institute wanted to ensure their safety. By now, quite a few researchers near the exit had already escaped.
Eileen frantically hammered the elevator button. She was among the last to arrive, and the place was deserted. She was all alone.
The other researchers had all left to find another way out. Some were even willing to take a longer route to save time.
But Eileen dared not leave. The other researchers might survive if they ran into Ye Xunzhi, but she would certainly die.
This was her last chance. She could not afford to gamble!
"Hurry, hurry!"
Rat-a-tat.
Eileen's pupils abruptly contracted. She whipped her head around, and the next instant, a dagger plunged into her chest near her heart.
The placement was exquisitely precise: certain to kill, but not immediately. She could only watch her own life slowly slip away.
Her legs gave out, and Eileen collapsed against the wall. Blood began spilling from her mouth as she pressed a hand over her heart almost involuntarily.
Her eyes bulged as