The Lost Lamb

After passing through several checkpoints along the way, then swiping through a specially encrypted combination lock and completing the final iris and fingerprint scans, the assistant secretary of the Minister of Security finally entered a special room.

The room contained all kinds of advanced equipment, as well as many professional elites. They were all military and police talents personally discovered and promoted by the minister.

This was the headquarters of the Security Department, as well as the hub commanding the entire national security system. The secretary headed straight toward an independent office inside the room, its four walls made entirely of glass.

The blinds were lowered only halfway, but that was enough to see how many people were inside. At that moment, only the Minister of Security was there.

"Minister." After opening the door, the secretary called out softly.

The Minister of Security, who had been leaning back in his chair with only his coat covering him, suddenly opened his eyes. They were already shot through with blood. Since the hostage-taking incident, he had gone two days and three nights without truly resting or leaving this command center.

He looked utterly haggard.

"Minister, why don't you go to the lounge and get some sleep?" the secretary asked worriedly.

The minister waved his hand, then vigorously rubbed his face several times. His voice was a little hoarse, but still clear enough. "What news do you have?"

Many things had happened over the past two days. The most important were naturally the theater hostage incident and the assassination of the Council Chairman.

Since nearly everything had happened at the same time, the president had flown into a rage and issued a death order: they had to find the culprit as quickly as possible.

"We're investigating everyone who attended the concert that day.