Cui Tian, who suffered a fatal injury, felt his consciousness fade away. The gun in his hand fell to the ground, and his body leaned against the door, slowly sliding to the floor. In his dissipating gaze, it seemed he was reminiscing about past experiences.
A slight smile appeared on his face, his head tilted, hanging downward, breathless.
"Traitor successfully eliminated."
"Life signs vanished."
"Danger neutralized."
Bang!
The second-in-command woman angrily slapped the face of a nearby researcher.
"Why were you moving so fast? Now with this situation, do you all want to die?"
Everyone lowered their heads, trembling, not daring to utter a complaint.
The second-in-command woman, with a cold expression, ignored this group of incompetents and instead walked to the closed door, glanced at the heavily damaged door opener, and looked inside through the glass.
At first sight, she locked eyes with the blood-soaked Cui Xiaofei.
