It was absolutely terrifying! Everyone remained shaken, still reeling from the laser attack, when they suddenly heard Big Guy scream. Felicia’s heart sank. Did he fall into a trap?

Everyone looked at Big Guy; he was holding a clump of hair, looking almost in tears. Felicia was speechless, thinking, "How on earth did I recruit such a whiny creature?" Big Guy let out a horrified scream. He was truly aggrieved; a chunk of his hair had been sliced off, leaving him with a patchy hairstyle, as if someone had run a lawnmower over it.

"No... My hair..."

"Stop crying," Scarlet said bluntly, rolling her eyes. "You should be thankful it's just your hair. A few more inches, and we'd be lighting a candle for you!"

Big Guy whimpered, still clutching his hair. He carefully stuffed it into his backpack.

Scarlet continued, "Are you planning to make it into a wig? I'll make sure to give you his contact information once we're back."

Big Guy snorted, ignoring her.

Felicia quickly said, "Alright, alright. From now on, no one acts alone or interferes with the mission!"

Felicia moved to the front, taking the lead. Scarlet pushed through the others, staying close to Felicia's side. They continued cautiously, disarming two more traps. Deep inside the vast bomb shelter, they discovered a hidden small building.

According to the infrared sensor camera, there were approximately fifteen people inside.

"We've arrived. This is it."

Felicia exchanged a glance with Scarlet, who raised her foot and kicked the small building's door. The door rattled loudly; the lock was loosening. Scarlet kicked it several more times.

Meanwhile, inside, the kidnapped women waited, fear etched on their faces.

"Has that black-robed man returned? What do we do? I don't want to die..." A sense of hopelessness weighed heavily on them, including Jennifer, who was huddled in a corner with two other women, all bound by ropes. They had been in this condition for days.

Over those days, Jennifer never gave up. She wanted to escape, survive, and see her grandmother again. Her grandmother must be terribly worried. And her boyfriend, Clark—she was kidnapped right in front of him. He must feel incredibly guilty, desperately searching for her. She couldn't give up yet!

For days, Jennifer and the other women had been working to loosen the knots on their hands, using their teeth to help unravel the ropes. The knots were almost completely loose.

When they heard the door being kicked, the two women shuddered, filled with fear and hesitation. Their voices trembled. "It's over. There's no hope. The weird man said he'd kill us when he came back!"

Jennifer said sharply, "Don't give up! We're so close! Help me untie this last knot. We still have a chance!"

Seeing no other option, the two women overcame their panic and desperately used their teeth to pry away the last knot on Jennifer's wrist. With her hands free, Jennifer rushed to the corner, grabbing a metal rod. She silently positioned herself beside the door, ready to strike the moment someone entered.