The car came to a steady stop, and Tang Li opened the door and stepped out.
Liu Xuezhi hurriedly got out from the other side.
As the two directors stepped down, the crowd ahead visibly stirred. Liu Xuezhi could faintly hear an ominous mechanical scrape—perhaps the sound of gun safeties being disengaged? He did not know whether it was just his imagination.
Liu Xuezhi instinctively hunched his shoulders, but quickly regained the composure expected of a director. He turned his head casually, as if checking whether the Intelligence Management Center vehicles behind them had caught up. In truth, he had fallen two or three beats behind Tang Li and cleverly used the bulletproof car door as cover for his vital areas. His left hand rose as though he were brushing back his hair, but his arm was actually shielding the vulnerable side of his head—his left arm had undergone modification and could withstand large-caliber sniper rifle fire.
Though he had been stuck behind a desk for seven or eight years, he had not forgotten how to survive and defend himself in a complicated environment like this.
Tang Li, on the other hand, perfectly embodied an "upper-level person" lacking grassroots and combat experience. No matter how grave he had made the situation sound before, he now stepped out as casually as if he were in the Internal Affairs Bureau courtyard, standing beside the car and waiting for the Intelligence Management Center personnel to come over.
The tall, heavily armored man walking against the flow from ahead was Ruan Mo, the person in charge of the local Riot Squad. Boosted by Exoskeleton Armor, he looked like a three-meter-tall mechanical giant. In just a few strides, he reached them and saluted the two directors.
Liu Xuezhi's face twitched again. If there were ill-intentioned