Henry was anxious. The intensity of the fire door had been specially strengthened. The thickness of the steel plate was at least five centimeters. Even a sniper rifle could not easily penetrate it. The door lock was deformed and tightly stuck together.
If Henry was given enough time, he was confident that he could break open this door, but now, he didn't have that much time to do so.
He looked at the side. Without hesitation, he rushed out of the fire channel and rushed into the 17th floor, where the fire was burning.
Outside Lin's building, the firemen were anxiously thinking of how to put out the fire. They brought in fire pipes one after another and began to extend, trying to drag them to the top floor.
Some people also rushed into the building and began to increase the water pressure, using the fire barrels inside the building to put out the fire.
But now, it was secondary to put out the fire. The most important thing was that someone was still trapped on the top floor and there was no way to save her!
"What to do? What to do?" Sam took off the fire shield, stood downstairs, looked at the fire on the top floor, and shouted.
"Captain Nan, calm down!" Chan grabbed Sam's arm. "The fire is too strong, completely out of control. The fire door can't be opened. Miss Lin may not be able to come out after such a long time. There is no need to take risks again!"
"Can't come out? How can it be impossible!" Sam roared, but there was no hope on his face. He understood Chan's words. Even if Sylvia was still alive, how long could she hold on? The fire could not be extinguished in a short time. How long could she hold on? One minute? Or two minutes?
Sam's face was as pale as ash. The fire-proof hood in his hand fell to the ground and rolled to the side. At this moment, he felt so helpless.
"Look! Who is that? Oh my god, what is he doing!"
In the crowd of onlookers, the young man holding a telescope suddenly let out a cry of surprise.
"There's a person! There's a person climbing up the building! He's gone mad! He's courting death!"
"My God, does he want to die?"
People saw that on the outside of the building between the 17th and 18th floor, a figure was climbing up in the burning fire.
In such a high position, as long as he was not careful, he could definitely slip and be smashed to pieces!
The wind howled, and the black smoke swept around Henry's body, blocking his sight and affecting his movements greatly.
Henry narrowed his eyes and tried to see clearly in front of him. He endured the pain brought by the flame and climbed up a bit by bit with his breath.
Outside the building, there were few places for him to rely on. Every move he made was desperate. If he was not careful enough, he would fall into a world of no return.
Everyone standing downstairs was worried about Henry.
"Look! He went up! The 18th floor! He has reached the 18th floor!"
The young man holding the telescope let out a cry of surprise, and Henry's every move would make him tremble with fear.
Henry found a broken hole that had been blown up and got into it.
The place where he was at was Sylvia's office. At this moment, it had completely turned into a sea of fire.
"Sylvia! Where are you?" Henry roared. He took in a lot of smoke and coughed repeatedly.
But no one replied to him.
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