They were the third party to enter this building. In the darkness the whole place lay silent like a gaping mouth, swallowing any living thing that drew near. The corridor was so spotless it reflected the people walking on it like a mirror. Even deliberately lightened footsteps still made a dull clacking sound—an unavoidable consequence of moving fast.
The surveillance cameras mounted on the ceiling were like monsters with a single wide-open eye, turning their heads as the people advanced. The black lens inside the transparent dome rotated silently. Had this place been forgotten? The infiltrators' boldness made the person behind the monitors let out a cold laugh, while on the other side of the mainframe, Tang was waving both hands. "Meisai, they're in, and there's a lot of them." Tang's shout was somewhere between a child's excitement and surprise; he chuckled gleefully. "Looks like you're going to be busy again!"
