Chapter 519 We Didn’t Need That Wall Anyway
Chapter 519: Chapter 519 We Didn’t Need That Wall Anyway
The chaos throughout the hotel, the evacuation, the rescue operation, and the growing crowd gathered below might as well have been taking place in another world entirely.
Outside the room, the rescuers began discussing their next move.
"Anyone in there?! Please come out! There’s an emergency in this building!" someone shouted. Only silence answered.
"If someone is in there, we need to get inside."
"There’s someone there alright. Can’t you all hear a moaning woman?"
"Agreed."
"Let’s contact command and get authorization to force entry."
One of the rescuers radioed the situation to the command center below.
Moments later, permission was granted.
"Authorization approved."
"Alright, everyone stand clear."
The team prepared their equipment while the mysterious shaking continued throughout the building.
Far below, thousands of people watched nervously.
News helicopters circled overhead. Television crews reported live from the scene.
Experts were interviewed. Theories multiplied.
Yet despite all the attention the incident was receiving, nobody had discovered the true cause of the phenomenon.
The entire city seemed focused on the hotel, waiting for answers.
And those answers lay hidden behind the doors of the Royal Suite.
A specialized team was brought in to open the mysterious door.
At first, nobody thought much of it. After all, no matter how secure a door was, every lock had a weakness.
Every security system had a flaw somewhere.
The men arrived carrying boxes of equipment and expensive tools.
Most of them looked relaxed and confident.
"This won’t take long."
"I’ve opened vaults tougher than this."
"Give me ten minutes."
The others laughed and nodded in agreement. The first step was simple.
They tried every key that belonged to the hotel. Nothing happened. The master key failed.
The emergency override key failed.
Even the electronic management system refused to unlock it.
The door remained completely still.
"That’s strange."
One of the technicians frowned and checked his equipment.
"There must be a problem with the lock."
A second technician stepped forward and connected several devices to the electronic panel.
He spent nearly twenty minutes attempting to bypass the system.
Nothing. No response. The door remained shut as if it were mocking them.
Soon the atmosphere became noticeably more serious.
The specialists were called in.
Professional locksmiths arrived carrying advanced tools that could bypass military-grade locks.
They immediately got to work.
Minutes turned into hours.
The sound of drilling, clicking, and metal scraping echoed throughout the hallway.
One locksmith wiped sweat from his forehead.
"I don’t understand."
"What?"
"The lock shouldn’t exist."
Everyone looked at him.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean exactly what I said. I’ve never seen anything like this before."
The others frowned.
The locksmith pointed at the door.
"The internal structure doesn’t match any locking mechanism I’ve ever encountered."
"Can you open it?"
"No."
The answer came immediately.
That single word caused everyone’s expressions to become ugly.
"What do you mean no?"
"I mean no."
The locksmith shook his head.
"I’ve spent thirty years opening locks. Banks. Government buildings. Private vaults. Luxury mansions. I’ve opened all of them."
He pointed at the door again.
"But this thing? I don’t even know where to begin."
Silence followed.
The confidence everyone had earlier began disappearing.
If experts could not open it, what exactly were they dealing with?
The team leader clenched his teeth.
"Move to phase two."
Several large men stepped forward carrying a heavy battering ram.
It took four people just to lift it.
The men positioned themselves.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
"Go!"
BANG!
The hallway shook.
Dust fell from the ceiling.
BANG!
Another impact.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The battering ram slammed into the door repeatedly with enough force to break through most reinforced entrances.
The sound echoed throughout the entire floor. People several hallways away could hear it.
After dozens of impacts, the men finally stopped. Panting heavily, they looked toward the door.
Everyone expected to see at least some damage. Instead they froze.
The door stood exactly where it had been before. A few superficial scratches. That was all.
"What the hell?"
One of the men nearly dropped the battering ram.
"No way."
"We hit that thing hard enough to destroy a concrete wall."
Another man walked closer and touched the surface.
His eyes widened.
"It isn’t even dented."
The news quickly spread through the building. More people gathered nearby.
Some watched from a safe distance. Others secretly recorded videos.
Everyone wanted to know what was happening.
The team leader’s face had become darker and darker.
"Bring the cutting tools."
Soon industrial equipment arrived. Powerful saws. Thermal cutters. Diamond drills.
Equipment designed to cut through steel. The machines roared to life. Sparks flew everywhere.
The sound was deafening. People had to cover their ears. The operators worked tirelessly.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Thirty minutes.
An hour.
Eventually the machines stopped. The operators stared at the results. Nothing. The blades had worn down.
The drill bits had broken. The door remained untouched.
"What the fuck is this door made out of?" someone shouted.
Nobody answered. Because nobody knew.
"How can it be this hard?"
"Maybe it’s some secret military material."
"Military materials aren’t this ridiculous."
"Perhaps they installed an extremely expensive security door because it’s the royal suite."
"That explanation stopped making sense hours ago."
"I bet there’s aliens inside and they’re busy eating each other out."
"More like fucking judging by the sound."
The crowd murmured among themselves. Every person came up with their own theory.
Some believed it was experimental technology. Others joked that aliens had built it.
A few even started believing supernatural explanations.
At this point, none of the normal answers seemed convincing anymore.
The team leader rubbed his temples.
For the first time in his career, he had absolutely no idea what to do.
Then someone finally spoke.
"Should we use the last resort?"
The hallway instantly became silent. Everyone knew what that meant. Explosives.
Nobody wanted to use them. Not because they were dangerous.
But because using explosives against a hotel room door was absolutely insane.
Yet after everything else had failed, the suggestion no longer sounded unreasonable.
The team leader remained silent for several moments.
Then he slowly nodded.
"Do it."