Sitting in the car, Mr. Truman lit a cigarette. Neither of them said anything.
The intelligence they had just received reported a shootout at the station, leaving more than thirty people injured and fewer than ten dead. In the Federation, that already counted as an extremely serious case.
Even gang shootouts had never gotten this out of hand—not at least because gangsters would choose an empty place rather than the most crowded location available.
One side consisted of employees from Blackstone Security Company. Judging from the clues left by the bodies on the other side, they were probably international mercenaries who had entered the country illegally.
That was also why the staff had notified Lin Qi and requested that he accompany them to the Presidential Palace. He was one of the parties involved.
Everyone spent the journey thinking about their own matters. The International Affairs Department was not far from the Presidential Palace, and once the car stopped, the two men got out.
Mr. Truman stood by the car door, one hand resting on the freshly cleaned roof and the other pulling the door open. He looked around before finally turning to Lin Qi. "What do you think?"
Lin Qi closed the door as he spoke. "This was a terrorist attack..."
"A terrorist... attack?" Mr. Truman closed the door as well and curled his lip. "That sounds rather grand."
In truth, neither of them had taken the incident at face value. Instead, they were considering whether this sudden event could benefit what they were currently doing.
Lin Qi's words had reminded him. A vague outline of the matter had already taken shape in his mind, though it was still unclear because everything had happened so suddenly.
When the two men entered the Presidential Office, the president was standing before the