Song qingxiao's face was gloomy. She turned around and left the lounge. First, she strode away, then her steps became faster and faster. In the end, she started running.
No. 2 walked in front, maintaining a distance of about a meter between them. He pursed his lips and looked serious.
He didn't even press the elevator button and ran straight to the safety door.
The security door was locked. He reached out and twisted it, and the electronic door lock cracked open. He pushed hard, and the door creaked open. He rushed in and went downstairs.
Song qingxiao followed closely behind. The two of them rushed down to the first floor. Their footsteps woke up the drowsy staff on duty and the homeless people on the sofa.
The automatic door of the guard Station opened slowly as the two of them rushed in, one after the other. A gust of wind blew in.
