As Johnny uttered those words, the image inside the elevator disappeared.
"Sir! Sir!!"
Johnny shouted, yet, just like before, there was no response from the radio.
The expressions of everyone in the control room turned incredibly grim, a fear emanating from the depths of their hearts.
"Boss, did we...see wrong just now?"
Johnny dared not answer; he could only suppress the fear in his heart with action: "Squad two, squad three, follow me to the elevator immediately!"
A dozen people rushed towards the elevator, then they formed a tactical formation, a dozen guns aimed at the elevator doors.
Sweat oozed from everyone's tense foreheads.
The hands holding the guns were even trembling slightly.
It was too eerie! People who were alive just a few minutes ago had now turned into that ghostly state!
They were clearly dead beyond any doubt, yet they could still move.
