"Hah... hah..." Li Huowang panted heavily. The white breath he exhaled kept fogging up the bulletproof glass on his helmet before quickly disappearing, only to repeat the cycle. The stagnant air in the dark culvert made Li Huowang irritable, especially after walking for so long with nothing to show for it. "That smell in the air is getting more pungent. Qing Wanglai, what was that benzene you mentioned earlier?"
Qing Wanglai didn't answer, simply holding his gun and standing behind Li Huowang as if using him for a shield.
"Shh... we're almost there," Zhao Shuangdian whispered, moving past Li Huowang. Her fingers danced across her laptop's keyboard like a pianist's, displaying content that only she could understand.
