Everyone present frowned. What hadn't seemed like a problem moments ago now felt eerily strange when specifically brought up.
Qin Ningyi had remotely guided the micro-detector to the location司年 (Sī Nián) had mentioned. After searching several areas, he couldn't find a way into the room.
Closing his eyes, he envisioned the entire factory layout and, after some deduction, guided the micro-detector upward, finally locating a small ventilation shaft.
The screen displayed the interior of the room.
Zhao Wen gasped, "Are they planning a suicide attack?"
His shock was not for any other reason but that the room was empty of people but filled with gasoline, and a timed explosive device sat in the center.
This was...
Huo Rou's eyes were filled with ice, "They're really willing to go to such lengths, using a nobody to try and bury all of us here."
"Then what about their own people? Aren't there over twenty of them?" Zhao Wen looked astonished, "They don't care about them?"
"These people have already been abandoned."
Huo Rou uttered this with icy resolve, a faint smile gracing her lips, "Then let's grant their wish and let them die."
She took the handgun from Zhao Wen and aimed it towards the factory.
Zhao Wen was terrified by her action and quickly pleaded, "Captain Huo, no, don't be impulsive."
The superior responsible for the handover, though unfamiliar with Huo Rou, saw her proficiently and quickly disarm Zhao Wen, realizing she was no ordinary person. He also urged, "Officer, we still have use for Giles. We must not kill him unless it's absolutely necessary."
The phrase "absolutely necessary" made Huo Rou laugh. For the first time, her usually serene and beautiful face revealed a hint of a wicked smile.
"Now..." Huo Rou drawled slowly, "isn't this the absolute necessity?"
Most of the twenty-plus people inside appeared to be Chinese, likely traitors who had sold out their country. If they died, they died.
Their leader was willing to abandon them, so why should she bother with self-rescue for them?
She had no patience or kindness for traitors.
Seeing the revulsion and disgust in her eyes, the superior became as frantic as an ant on a hot pan, "Director Zhao, please speak to her. This can't happen like this."
"Even if they've prepared so many explosives, we can find a solution! Giles is important, his death is a small matter, but what if..."
They were exploiting China's good nature to devise such a method to bury them all.
If this were to happen, it would be akin to the U.S. trapping itself and inviting disaster.
The superior was pacing frantically, but it seemed no one was listening to him.
"Something bad is going to happen!" He reached out to grab Huo Rou's sleeve, disregarding everything else in his desperation to make her stop, "We won't be able to bear the responsibility if superiors question us."