"Ding-a-ling!"
The grating sound rang throughout the entire underground space capsule, even more piercing than the air raid sirens on the streets.
"Yo ho, you've got the guts to press it. Not bad at all, much stronger than that fellow surnamed Zhang."
Ye Tian had the door to the space capsule locked tight; no explosives could blow open the eighty-centimeter-thick titanium alloy steel plate. It could only be opened from the outside with a key obtained from the highest-ranking officer. Ye Tian was clearly playing for keeps.
After a bout of tapping, the computer screen quietly flashed with a white cursor, a sign that data was waiting to be exported.
Ye Tian's physical condition wasn't too bad, but after significant exertion, it still took a toll. He pulled out two adrenaline injections from the medicine box and stuck them into his vein, feeling his strength return as his spirits lifted considerably.
"Did you come here for these data?"
