The yellow-green chlorine gas billowed into the safe house. Due to its higher density than air, it looked like a cascade of waterfalls pouring down from above the doorframe.
Li Ang waved his hand, signaling his comrades to back away. He pinched a rubber hose with his left hand and leisurely pulled a full-coverage respirator from his backpack with his right, then put it on.
Through the respirator, he shouted in a muffled voice, "If you want to live, open the door yourselves!"
The metal door of the side room had already been twisted and ruptured by a grenade explosion, and a vast amount of poisonous gas surged in all at once.
Soon, labored breathing and coughing echoed from within the room.
"COUGH, COUGH."
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH."
"GASP... GASP..."
Below this safe room was a warehouse and factory. The extremely life-cherishing Tama Riyadi had naturally considered the possibility of toxic gas leaks and had prepared seven or eight different types of gas masks within.
