Everyone's heart turned cold.
They were already starving when they were smashing the door at a temperature of -60 to -70 degrees Celsius. After a short while, some of them even started to see stars.
They had no choice but to find other people to take turns.
Then, someone who used to work as a bank manager poked the door with a wooden stick. After staring at it for a long time, he shouted with a trembling voice. "This... This is the anti-theft door used for bank vaults!"
When people heard this, they were devastated.
At this moment, they finally understood why they had spent so much effort but failed to break open such a small security door. After all, this kind of door might not even be blown up by a bomb.
At this time, Ye Xingchen had already dressed up and set up the crossbow upstairs, starting to take aim.
He opened the two-way voice transmission and said slowly, "Are you done? Is it my turn?"
