"I'll do it!"
"I'll do it."
"Let me do it."
Jiang Yan and Sun Jingtao, the three of them, volunteered to step forward.
Sun Jingtao was the closest, so Jiang Yan handed him the Cutting Gun without hesitation.
"I'll go on guard over there, Qin Lang, you stay here and keep watch," Song Qian arranged and, with his weapon in hand, he went off to the passageway's fork.
Cutting would make a lot of noise; it was unknown whether it would attract new enemies or not.
However, the group actually hoped to attract some people so they could catch them all in one sweep.
Sun Jingtao installed the Cutting Gun and tested it, then he lifted his face shield to protect his eyes and started to cut through the metal door bit by bit.
"Buzzing!"
The piercing noise rose, and the sounds inside the room multiplied.
Qin Lang's eyebrows knitted together; he firmly gripped his submachine gun, aiming it towards the area where Sun Jingtao was cutting.