The entrance of the Force Field.
The heavy echo of the alloy gate closing hadn't yet dispersed, and the cold metallic sheen reflected on Deputy Director Zhao Qiming's livid face.
He suddenly turned sharply.
His bloodshot eyes swept over the group of officers and advisors standing solemnly behind him.
His voice was hoarse yet scraped across everyone's eardrums like a blade:
"The battle inside has erupted!" He jabbed a finger heavily at the shut gate, "Now, it's our turn!"
"Those Creation Technology bastards dare to play dirty right under my nose! Using our brothers' lives to feed that monster!" Zhao Qiming's chest heaved violently, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a bloody taste, "An insider! There must be an insider! Otherwise, how did those Modified Martial Artists sneak in? How did they know the layout of the passages inside?!"
