chsdbacks Chapter 21 Layout and Breakthrough
Chapter 21 Layout and Breakthrough
Li En snapped the receiver back onto the base.
As expected.
Shirley could hear the phone ringing and knew what to do.
Li En straightened up and drew his sidearm from his waist with his right hand.
He removed the magazine, glanced at it, pushed it back in, and pulled the slide.
After checking his ammunition: three full magazines of a 9mm pistol, twelve shotgun shells, and one flashbang grenade left.
not enough.
If we can use Magnum, we need to have enough, even if it's not enough.
He turned around and faced the iron-gray weapons cabinet in the corner.
The cabinet was about half a person's height, with a red warning label on its exterior, and the door was unlocked.
Open the cabinet door.
A Magnum revolver lay on the top layer of foam padding.
The barrel gleamed with a bluish-green sheen under the light tube, and there was a smear of assembly grease, the kind only found on new guns, in the gap between the cylinder and the barrel.
The cylinder holds five rounds, the barrel is six inches, and the walnut veneer on the grip is engraved with fine anti-slip grooves.
He picked up the gun and pushed the cylinder release button forward with his thumb.
The wheel swung out from the left, all five bullet holes were empty, and the primer was cleanly dented.
New gun, haven't fired a single shot.
Two cardboard bullet boxes were stacked at the bottom of the cabinet.
.44 Magnum ammunition, brass case, semi-jacketed hollow point projectile.
The cardboard box had been opened, revealing the bullets neatly stacked inside.
He pinched out a pill, held it up to the light tube, and spun it around.
The primer is intact, and there are no dents or rust on the surface of the cartridge case.
Fingers flick the cartridge wheel, pushing the bullets one by one into the bullet hole.
With five rounds loaded, the cartridge wheel was swung back, and the locking lever clicked crisply into its slot.
The hammer is in half-standby mode, with the index finger resting on the outside of the trigger guard.
The weight of the Magnum pressed my wrist down a few degrees.
The gun weighs nearly three pounds unloaded, and your wrist needs to readjust to the center of gravity after it's fully loaded.
He inserted the gun into the spare holster on the left side of his tactical vest and adjusted the tightness of the buckle.
In close-quarters combat, this is not as effective as shotgun shells, but if you're shooting a Tyrant in an open area, the muzzle energy of this gun is more likely to tear through that hard skin than buckshot from a shotgun.
The remaining ammunition was put into the side pocket and fastened with Velcro.
He reached for his belt.
The bunch of keys that the director took out of his desk drawer was still hanging in the breast pocket of his tactical vest.
He took it down, picked out the key to the orphanage gate, separated it from the police station key, and hung it separately on the hook on the left side of his belt.
He took the access card out of his trouser pocket and put it into his left breast pocket, the hard corner of the card digging into his pectoral muscle through the fabric.
Preparations complete.
He looked up at the surveillance footage.
Claire had reached the end of the second-floor corridor and was pushing open the balcony door.
Her figure disappeared from the last camera view in the footage.
Li En withdrew his gaze and turned to the north wall of the office.
The oil painting took up half a wall.
Dark-toned oil paint depicts an old white man with thinning hair.
The dark blue police uniform had thick gold tassels on the epaulets, and an old-style Raccoon City Police Department badge was pinned to the collar.
The former director's private escape route was hidden behind this painting.
Li En walked to the bookshelf and reached for the books on the third shelf.
I found "The History of Law Enforcement in Raccoon City".
Insert your fingers into the seam at the top of the spine and pull it outwards.
The book, along with the hidden groove on its back, was pulled out.
The spine of the book is inlaid with metal rails. When pulled, the rails roll through the grooves, making a series of silky metallic friction sounds.
The oil painting splits open in the middle, and then the entire painting, along with its frame, slides into the wall to the right.
A heavy steel fire door appeared behind the wall.
A small hydraulic latch hangs in the corner above the door frame.
Directly below the latch is the biometric panel, with an iris scanner in the center.
Laser scanning area.
Li En took the access card out of his breast pocket and placed it on the card reader's sensor area below the scanner.
drop.
The indicator light changed from red to green.
The compressed gas inside the hydraulic latch escaped from the vent, making a long hissing sound.
The latch retracted, and the heavy steel door sprang open a few centimeters from the frame, letting in a dim yellow light through the crack.
He put the card back into his breast pocket.
Originally, I planned to drag Elons off the ground and pry open his eyelids to align the card with the scanning area if the card failed.
No need for that, it saves me some effort.
Li En reached out, pressed his five fingers on the cold steel door surface, and pushed it open with force.
The hinges on the door made a dull turning sound, and air from the secret passage rushed out from the crack in the door.
The air carried the smell of dry concrete dust and the metallic odor unique to rusted pipes.
He stepped sideways into the secret passage, the muzzle of his gun passing the door frame first, then his shoulder, and then his entire body.
The secret passage was a straight concrete corridor.
It is about forty meters long and its width is just enough for two people to walk side by side.
The walls on both sides are exposed cast concrete, with the texture of the formwork still visible on the surface, in grids.
Along the direction of the pipeline, a row of wire cage protective lamps were strung overhead.
The light bulbs were the old-fashioned incandescent bulbs, most of them still lit, with a few flickering slightly.
The light was yellowish, shining on the grayish-white concrete wall.
Li En walked deeper into the passage, Glock gripping his right hand, the muzzle pointing forward.
Footsteps bounced back and forth between the concrete walls.
In such a confined space, footsteps are the easiest way to reveal one's location.
But there's no way to avoid it.
As I walked to the middle of the corridor, my eyes caught sight of a red, built-in fire cabinet on the right wall.
The metal door was half-open, and the latch had been pried off from the outside, leaving a layer of dark brown rust on the broken edge.
He used his left hand to pull open the cabinet door.
Inside is a flat emergency storage box, the size of which fits perfectly into the frame of the fire cabinet.
The box's outer shell is made of military-green engineering plastic; this is the director's emergency supplies.
Li En opened the box.
The interior is divided into three compartments.
The first compartment contained two M67 fragmentation grenades.
The cartridge is olive green, the safety pin is still there, and a small piece of wire is attached to the pull ring to prevent accidental pull-out.
He removed the wire and hung the two grenades one after the other on the ammunition loop on the right side of his tactical vest.
The second slot is a shot in the arm.
The automatic injector, pen-style, with the needle concealed in a protective case, was used to insert the cardiac stimulant into a compartment of the first-aid kit.
A portable oxygen cylinder lies in the third compartment.
The small oxygen cylinder is equipped with a breathing mask and is sealed with plastic film.
He glanced at it and then looked away.
The oxygen cylinder weighs about three or four pounds, and carrying it around affects running speed and turning flexibility. In this environment, not being able to run fast is more fatal than not being able to get oxygen.
He closed the lid of the box, turned around, and continued walking towards the end of the passage.
At the end is a concrete staircase leading upwards, about fifteen steps.
The steps are narrower than the corridor, with solid concrete walls on both sides and no handrails. Each step is relatively high.
At the end of the steps was another steel door.
It's thinner than the one at the entrance, and it doesn't have a hydraulic latch; it uses a regular mechanical lock.
Next to the keyhole was an Umbrella access control sign, and the indicator light on the card reader was still lit up green.
He just used his access card in the director's office to activate the full system unlock; the door has now been unlocked from the inside.
Turn the doorknob and push it open.
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