"Ah!"
The vents were already cramped, Victoria stumbled, her small frame staggering to the side after being hit in the shoulder.
"Victoria!" Michael reached out to grab her.
Victoria waved him off hurriedly. She made a sign and shoved her recorder into Michael's hands: "Go now!"
But it was too late.
From below, Michael could already hear Rebecca Smith's voice.
"Dear child, don't move. My gun is pointing right underneath you. If you dare to make a sudden move... Sister Rebecca's bullet does not play favorites."
Within less than five minutes, the ceiling was broken apart.
Victoria and Michael were brought down to the ground.
"Where is the recorder..." Rebecca Smith toyed with the recorder she had taken from Victoria. She pressed the play button, and her conversation with her subordinate instantly played back.
Victoria and Michael both saw the sudden change in the expressions of Rebecca Smith and her subordinate.
