Downstairs.
"Buzzzz!" With the piercing roar coming to an end, the metal door at the end of the staircase was cut open, leaving only a gap wide enough for one person to pass through.
Sun Jingtao removed his noise-cancelling headphones and took advantage of the moment Jiang Yan stowed away the ion cutter into the backpack, turning on the illumination of his submachine gun to slowly scan through the room.
"Jiang Yan, there's something strange about this place," Sun Jingtao whispered with a frown, stepping lightly into the room, "I'll take the lead."
Jiang Yan took the moment to store the cutter, engine and generator all into the Space with her backpack.
The size of these three major items wasn't small, and using the backpack to cover them did seem somewhat conspicuous.
But fortunately, she trusted Sun Jingtao.
Such habits and actions were merely precautions to avoid unexpected circumstances.
