In front of the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building, He Ao seemed to be oblivious to the sniper rifle in the distance. He withdrew his gaze, glanced at the security forces that had cleared a path for him, then turned back to look at Weiken and Lambert, who were sitting in the car, refusing to get out.
He slowly raised his hand to reveal the remote control he was holding.
As his head turned, the sniper on the distant building firmly pressed his eye against the scope, and his finger, resting on the trigger, slowly tensed.
"Suote, don't think you can threaten us again!"
Seeing the remote control in He Ao's hand, Lambert, who had been quiet until now, lowered his voice and said hoarsely, "You wish to turn us into your puppets? It's still too early for that."
"Suote, you can try pressing the detonator,"
