The Tracker approached the elevator step by step, exuding an oppressive aura, and in its hand, it still clutched a person—the middle-aged man.
He wasn't dead yet, but he was close to it, as the Tracker had crushed his sternum, and the three people inside the elevator could clearly see the broken ribs piercing through his chest.
"Hurry and close it!"
Brad frantically pressed the close-door button, but the elevator doors, which usually closed too quickly, remained motionless.
Seeing the Tracker getting closer, Shen Ye and Jill simultaneously opened fire, a dense hail of bullets like a downpour.
He and Jill both used classic AR15 rifles, and the 5.56mm bullets had enough penetrating power to tear through the Tracker's black overcoat.
Although they couldn't cause effective damage to it, they did slow down its steps.
After both of them emptied a magazine, with a soft ding, the elevator doors slowly began to close.
At this moment, the Tracker threw away the middle-aged man, who had died from Shen Ye's intentional act to end his suffering, and charged towards the elevator.
However, the elevator doors had already closed, and it could only swing its fist, like a battering ram, and smash it against the elevator doors.
With a loud boom, the double elevator doors were actually dented, and the immense force caused the running elevator inside to shake violently.
Fortunately, this elevator also served as a freight elevator, so it was very sturdy.
After only a few tremors, it resumed normal operation and slowly began to ascend.
The three people in the elevator simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief, but their joy was short-lived.
The elevator shook again, followed by a scratching, climbing sound from inside the elevator shaft.
"It's following us!" Brad's voice broke with fear, and he turned his gun, pulling the trigger at the elevator floor.
But Brad forgot that he was only using a regular-caliber Glock pistol; the 9mm pistol rounds simply couldn't penetrate the thick floor of the freight elevator.
After a few shots, at least half of the bullets became ricochets.
"Damn it, Brad, are you trying to kill us?!" Jill cursed, as a ricocheting bullet had just grazed her scalp, turning her face pale with fright.
Brad also realized his foolishness.
Before he could apologize, another ding sounded inside the elevator—it was the elevator's arrival notification for the top floor, and then the doors opened.
However, the elevator doors didn't open completely as usual.
The damage caused by the Tracker had jammed most of it, leaving only a gap wide enough for an arm to pass through.
Jill stepped forward and tried to push the doors apart, but she was just a normal human, and the elevator doors didn't budge.
She cried out anxiously, "What should we do?!"
"Let me try." Shen Ye pushed Jill aside, extended both hands, gripping each elevator door, then tensed his muscles and used all his strength to pry the doors apart.
Amidst a teeth-grinding sound of grinding steel, he actually managed to force the doors open quite a bit with brute strength.
But that was all; after all, the middle section of the elevator doors was the most severely deformed, and he couldn't open them completely.
The elevator doors were jammed again.
However, the gap had more than doubled, so Jill decided to let Brad squeeze through first.
As a helicopter pilot, Brad was smaller and leaner than the other male members of S.T.A.R.S., so he managed to squeeze out with a little effort.
Jill was second, as Shen Ye was still holding the doors open, but she wasn't as smooth as Brad.
In reality, Jill was much smaller and leaner than Brad, but her figure was too good.
After much effort, she only managed to squeeze out her upper body.
"Jill, I didn't expect a good figure to hold you back," Shen Ye teased, looking at Jill, who was struggling to wiggle her backside above him.
"So, I've decided: once I get out, I'm definitely going on a diet, especially for my damn butt!" Jill said through gritted teeth, as she struggled to squeeze out.
However, with Brad's pulling, Jill still managed to get out.
"Shen, it's your turn," Jill said, covering her backside.
Shen Ye nodded, then slowly released his hands.
Seeing that the elevator doors hadn't closed, he poked his head out first.
But as soon as his head was out, the elevator suddenly dropped sharply, scaring him into pulling his head back in.
"What happened?" Seeing the elevator descending, Jill rushed to the elevator door, wanting to reach out and pull Shen Ye, but she was stopped by both Shen Ye and Brad.
Feeling the continuous movement from below his feet, Shen Ye frowned and cursed, "Damn it, that guy is smashing the elevator."
No sooner had he spoken than the elevator shook again, a distinct bulge appearing on the floor, and the elevator also descended further due to the vibration, completely cutting off his idea of climbing out through the elevator door.
Fortunately, the more tense the moment, the faster his mind worked.
He glanced at the inspection hatch on the top of the elevator and immediately had an idea.
"Jill, catch this." Shen Ye took off his gun holster and, along with his rifle, passed them through the gap, which was now only one-third of its original size.
Then he drew his pistol, bit down on it with his teeth, and then pushed open the panel of the inspection hatch on the top of the elevator, climbing out with both hands and feet.
But as soon as he poked his head out, he felt something wrap around his leg, and then his body tightened, dragging him back into the elevator.
Splat!
Shen Ye fell heavily onto the floor.
He endured the pain, turned his head to look, and found a disgusting tentacle wrapped around his leg.
The Tracker had smashed through the floor and squeezed its upper body into the elevator, but comically, it was also stuck, so it could only attack Shen Ye with its tentacles.
Taking the pistol from his mouth, Shen Ye fired several shots at the tentacle.
After breaking it, he quickly stood up and continued to shoot at the Tracker's head.
Then he regretted it, because he had given all his long guns to Jill, and relying only on a pistol was no match for the Tracker, even if every shot hit its head.
After firing a few shots, he stopped and then went back to climb the inspection hatch.
This time he was very smooth; the Tracker didn't attack him with its tentacles until he had completely squeezed out.
However, just as he was about to jump out of the elevator shaft with Jill's assistance, he heard a soft thud, and the elevator beneath his feet began to descend rapidly.
The elevator, having been tormented by the Tracker for a long time, finally couldn't hold on.
That soft thud was the sound of the steel cables supporting the elevator snapping.
Facing this situation, Shen Ye directly jumped from his spot.
With the enhancement of his superhuman physical abilities, his forceful jump propelled him nearly three meters high from a standing start.
But he still couldn't reach the edge of the elevator shaft at the top; he was still short by at least half a meter.
Seeing that the momentum from his jump had disappeared, Shen Ye grew anxious, as he began to fall downwards.
At this critical moment, a hand grabbed his arm.
Looking up, it was Jill.
At this moment, the woman's entire upper body was inside the elevator; if Brad hadn't desperately held onto her legs, she probably would have fallen too.
"Shen, how do you plan to thank me?" Jill asked with a smile, looking at Shen Ye's shocked expression.