Television, online livestreams, and news radio had been dominated by the same event for nearly half a month.
On the video feed, howling winds constantly battered the microphone in the field reporter's hand.
The man held the indistinct microphone in one hand while sitting in a helicopter with its cabin door already open. The camera was aimed at the vast expanse of dense fog below.
"...At present, I am at the edge of the fog's area of impact, more than 230 kilometers from its center. As you can see through the camera, the fog continues to erupt, and its density..."
It was not only the country that was paying attention. Foreign countries were following the situation as well.
At a riverside hotel on the Danube in Europe, a black-haired man in his thirties was wiping down the parts of a firearm while watching everything unfolding in that distant eastern country on online television.
At that moment, a younger man entered with a bag of food in his hands and said in somewhat clumsy Chinese, "Mr. Ye Yan, lunch is ready... What are you watching?"
The man... Ye Yan deftly reassembled the parts. Soon, a silver pistol was fully assembled, and he slipped it directly into the holster on his vest. "The fog incident in Huaguo."
Ye Yan looked at the young man before him, Yegor, whom he had brought back from the Siberian Plateau and made his new partner.
Yegor had originally been merely a minor agent in Moscow. He had never imagined that he would one day become a member of Interpol. In the past six months or so, he had completed several missions with Ye Yan. After more than half a year of training, both his experience and courage had undergone earth-shaking changes.
While biting into a baguette,