Crimson intrusion warning signs lit up everywhere in the institute, illuminating the conveyor rails that shuttled between buildings in dark red.
All the lighting devices in the Third Security Laboratory building were activated, lighting up the night as brightly as day.
Inside the building, the intruder who was one step ahead of Mu Chen moved quickly, took the chip box in his hand, turned around and left the archives room.
His steps were hurried, and he was completely unaware that a second person had entered. Suddenly, the door to the stairwell opposite suddenly opened. He was caught off guard and was slammed into the wall of the archives room by Mu Chen, letting out a painful groan.
The archives door closed behind Mu Chen.
The emergency mode in the building was activated, and the heavy metal passage doors were closed and locked, separating the spaces in the building from each other.
The ground guard robot of the institute received the information prompt, calibrated its direction, and quickly moved towards the third confidential laboratory. The circular monitor suspended in the air changed its trajectory, changed its running direction after quick calculations, and pulled out a dense network around the Third Research Institute.
Mu Chen held the gun against the intruder's temple with his left hand, reached down with his right hand, neatly removed his wrist joint, and reached out to catch the falling chip box. The intruder came to his senses, ducked down to avoid the gun, and punched at the same time.
Faced with a strong wind. Mu Chen dodged to the left, grabbed the opponent's punching wrist with his right hand and pulled it back. The short gun flexibly turned in the direction between the fingers of his left hand, and he hit the opponent's temple with the butt of the gun.
The intruder failed to dodge immediately, his vision spun, and he fainted to the ground. Mu Chen threw him against the wall, walked to the chip storage rack, and quickly browsed the labels on the storage rack.
Palm-sized chip boxes are arranged on the shelf in order of experimental number. Hundreds of chip boxes were densely stacked. Mu Chen didn't have time to check them one by one. He took two chip boxes from the earliest serial number and the latest serial number and put them in his coat pocket.
Dazzling bright white direct light shines in from the archives window.
The first air patrol robot arrived outside the third laboratory, lifted off from the ground, and appeared in Mu Chen's sight.
The laser cannon on its front was activated, glowing light red after charging. The scanner was interfered by Pei Lu's shielding device, but failed to lock onto Mu Chen immediately.
"Stop moving—or fire—"
The patrol machine's mechanical sound issued a series of warnings. Mu Chen was unmoved. He stood in front of the window, fingered the fixed frame on the edge of the glass window, found the connection between the glass window and the wall, and tapped the glass with his fingers.
It's just an ordinary laser-proof glass, with no thicker protective layer installed on the outside.
This is unusual in a classified laboratory setting.
Mu Chen looked out the window with the searchlight of the patrol robot and keenly captured the finger-sized laser beam emitter installed on the outer wall of the building on the opposite side.
A dense fire network was set up outside this window.
But since the patrol robot cannot locate his figure, the fire network's camera device should not be able to capture his movements.
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