Meanwhile, inside the research institute.
The intense gunfire plunged the building into chaos. Most of the security staff rushed toward the fifth floor, while the employees screamed and scrambled for the exit. When they reached the first-floor Grand Hall, they discovered the main entrance was secured with over twenty heavy locks and layered with thick iron chains.
That's fucking insane!
In the pitch-black darkness, it was nearly impossible to find a power saw. Even if they found one, cutting through the locks and chains would take far too long. Breaking the glass was out of the question. It was bulletproof and blast-resistant.
No one could have ever imagined that the iron-clad fortress they were once so proud of was about to become their inescapable coffin.
The staff crammed into the lobby grew even more frantic, searching for an exit like headless chickens.
