The tires rolled over the asphalt, letting out a creaking squeal.
A tall SUV pulled up before the blockade. The driver's window rolled down, and the driver presented identification to the sheriff.
The sheriff glanced at it and waved his hand. The people behind him lifted the caution tape to let the SUV through. The SUV drove straight in, reaching the entrance of the Grand Library, where it was stopped by the Special Operations Bureau.
A special operations agent stepped forward and asked, "What's your business?"
Click, click. The doors opened, and three people stepped out.
The agent looked up at them, his heart faintly jolted.
So tall!
So built!
He himself was 1.9 meters tall and had undergone long-term high-intensity training. Among ordinary people, he was unquestionably big and strong. Yet every person before him stood a full head taller than him. Their exposed muscles were perfectly proportioned, clearly combining agility and explosive strength, radiating immense pressure.
One had curly hair and thick lips, one was blond and blue-eyed, and one had straight hair and yellow skin. They appeared to come from different races, yet they possessed the same temperament.
They wore white shirts and white trousers, with old-fashioned cloth buttons running down the front. They even looked as though they had crossed over from the Republic of China era. Yet their expressions were cold and hard, sunglasses hanging on their faces. Combined with their powerful physiques, they inspired only chills, not the slightest hint of absurdity.
"Special Handling Bureau?" The Special Operations Bureau chief walked over and blocked the three men. "We've already found the target. We'll have him under control shortly, so there's no need for your Special Handling Bureau to intervene. You three came all this way only to make a wasted trip. Why not have