Disciple, please come down the mountain soon. Your senior sister can’t wait any longer.

Just as the intelligence chief was thinking quickly about paying attention, suddenly a slight sound was heard behind him.

"Boom."

It sounded like a stone thrown on the ground. If it happened under normal circumstances, it would be inconspicuous and would not even be noticed by anyone.

But at this moment, on the eighth floor, which was as quiet as a cemetery, the sound was as clear as the beating of a drum, instantly attracting the attention of the intelligence chief.

"Who?"

The leader of the intelligence personnel immediately turned around, pulled out his pistol and pointed it behind him, his face extremely serious.

The four men following behind him also drew their pistols in unison and pointed them at the stairwell behind them.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Five people, including the chief of the intelligence personnel, stared at the stairwell with beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads.

At this moment, their hearts were filled with ecstasy and panic, fluctuating violently, making their hearts beat like drums.

The ecstasy was because there was movement, which meant that there was most likely someone in the stairwell.

If it were an ordinary person, after the intelligence officer shouted just now, he might have responded, or left normally. In any case, he would have made some noise.

However, after the intelligence officer shouted, there was no movement in the stairwell. This phenomenon was extremely abnormal!

There is only one thing that can explain this phenomenon, that is, there is someone hiding in the stairwell, but this person does not want to meet them!

At this moment, in this parking lot, who else except Chu Longtu's men didn't want to meet them?

Panic is easier to explain. Although they are intelligence personnel, their combat effectiveness is very poor and not very high.

The leader of the intelligence personnel with the highest cultivation level is only in the middle stage of Ming Jin, not to mention the rest of his subordinates, who are at best just minions in the realm of strengthening the body.

Such a lineup will naturally have no problem dealing with ordinary people and can suppress them easily.

However, those they are about to face are Chu Longtu's elite men, each of whom is a dark energy level warrior.

If there really were someone in the stairwell, they could easily be killed with just one finger.

The situation remained at a stalemate, with five people pointing their guns at the stairwell exit, but no one dared to step forward to check the situation.

Judging from the combat power comparison between the two sides, anyone who goes forward to check the situation now will most likely be killed by Chu Longtu's men.

They are not saints who are ready to face death. Although they work for the Pei family, they are just low-level lackeys.

Even if he died now, the Pei family might not even look at him in the eye, and at best he could only get a meager pension.

So no one was willing to step forward, and they just stood there as if their feet had taken root and didn't move.

The body can even store energy, so that when someone rushes out of the stairwell to kill someone, you can immediately run away.

The leader of the intelligence personnel was naturally very angry when he saw that none of his men were willing to step forward.

However, there is no time for him to reprimand his men. The other party has not taken action yet and is likely still observing the situation. Once the other party confirms their strength, they will most likely take action immediately.

By then it will be too late!

When he thought of this, a hint of cruelty flashed across the intelligence chief's eyes.

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

The intelligence chief secretly rejoiced in his heart, and with his free left hand he slowly took out an egg-shaped grenade from his waist.

When he was collecting weapons before setting off, he took two grenades from the armory for self-defense because he knew that Chu Longtu's men were very difficult to deal with.

I originally thought that I would never have the chance to use it, but who knew it would come in handy now.

The intelligence chief raised the grenade, bit the pull ring with his teeth, and was about to pull off the pull ring and throw the grenade into the stairwell.

In such a small space, once the grenade explodes, it will cause devastating damage.

Even if the person in the stairwell reacted quickly and dodged the grenade in the first moment, the huge noise produced by the explosion in such a closed space was enough to make him dizzy, and he would not be able to respond within at least ten seconds.

Ten seconds is enough for the intelligence chief to lead his men into the stairwell and capture the people hiding inside ten times!

Just as the intelligence chief's eyes flashed with coldness and he was about to bite off the pull ring with force, suddenly there was a new noise in the stairwell.

"Meow."

A very faint cat's meow suddenly sounded and reached the ears of the intelligence chief.

The moment the sound rang out, the leader of the intelligence personnel trembled all over and almost bit off the pull ring and threw it away.

Not to mention the four men standing behind him, their feet trembled and they instinctively turned their necks and ran away.

But when they heard the cry clearly, their faces instantly became extremely wonderful.

"Is... the cat meowing?"

Several people couldn't help but look at each other. Just when they were still hesitating, another faint cat's cry sounded quietly.

"Meow~"

The five people heard it very clearly this time, it was indeed the cat's meowing!

And judging by the sound, it's just a kitten that's a few weeks to a month old at most!

"Could it really be a cat?"

The intelligence chief muttered to himself, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke through gritted teeth.

"Let's go over and have a look."

He gave an order, but the men behind him did not move at all.

The leader couldn't help but glare at his men, who chuckled but remained indifferent.

The leader had no choice but to go out himself, holding a gun in one hand and a grenade in the other, and walked carefully towards the stairwell.

The four men also followed behind their leader, walking towards the stairwell step by step.

When he reached the entrance of the stairwell, the leader stopped, took a deep breath, stomped his feet hard, and rushed into the stairwell with a gun in hand, shouting loudly.

"Not allowed to move!"

It did not go as he expected. A powerful warrior rushed towards him, and he was greeted only by a quick and short cat's cry.

"Meow!"

The shrill cry made the leader shiver and he almost didn't pull the trigger.

When he looked carefully, he saw a skinny calico cat that looked no more than one month old leaning against the wall at the corner of the stairs. It was trembling with fear and meowing miserably. It looked particularly miserable and pitiful.

The leader couldn't help but widen his eyes, but his heart suddenly relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn, it really is a cat!"

"