A crack suddenly appeared in the smooth glass window, then rapidly spread!
Lin Qi looked up at the crack in the window and picked up the phone. "That's enough."
He wasn't worried in the slightest about whether the window could protect him. It wasn't ordinary bulletproof glass, but four layers of it.
When it was installed, Lin Qi had instructed the workers to leave a little space between each layer of bulletproof glass and fill it with a transparent but viscous liquid.
That liquid could effectively disperse the force of an impact.
Let alone two shots—even several more wouldn't be able to penetrate the window.
After waiting several days, these people had finally made their move. To be honest, Lin Qi was rather fed up.
If they hadn't acted soon, he would have been unable to resist calling them to hurry them along.
During this period, being "confined" to his home had left him terribly bored. Before the assassins made their move, he wasn't going to go wandering around. He didn't have villain syndrome and wouldn't visit places where the risks couldn't be eliminated while facing danger.
Fortunately, this kind of life had finally come to an end.
Lin Qi had just hung up when the phone rang. It was only answered after ringing twice.
"What just happened? Someone called me and hoped I could act as a mediator to arrange a meeting between you and them."
News of the failed assassination was passed along immediately. Since the assassination had failed, a price had to be paid.
For these people, the price might be sending out a scapegoat, then agreeing with Congress or the Industry Self-Discipline Committee to make the Global Communication Platform's status as a shelter one of the entry requirements.
That was what they did most often.
When