Before he could make a sound, he collapsed softly to the ground without making a single noise from start to finish.
Beside him.
Dead Sore glanced at the fallen security personnel and then looked at the horse-faced man: "Confirm the target is still on the top floor."
The horse-faced man nodded.
The group immediately split into two, one headed for the elevator, and the other for the emergency exit.
Except for the sound of the elevator operating.
The whole process was almost silent.
The footsteps of nearly a hundred people seemed to dissolve into the void.
"...New Yellow Springs."
Dead Sore and the horse-faced man took steps two at a time, continuously moving upwards, seeing the destination getting closer, their excitement on their faces almost palpable.
Soon.
The top floor was reached.
And intentionally controlling the ascent speed, the Self members in the elevator also happened to reach the top floor.
Ding.
The modest elevator arrival sound echoed.
