The new district on the outskirts of the capital of the Great Xia Nation.
A black sedan, rarely seen since the mutations, passed through several rounds of inspection and slowly drove into an underground defense base three hundred meters below ground, deep enough to withstand a nuclear attack.
This was the home of the Supreme Military Power Committee, the highest wartime authority.
Zhao Feiming, director of the Security Bureau, opened the car door and stepped out. With a grave expression, he strode deeper into the base.
Before long, he reached the president's office and stopped outside. He took a deep breath, then gently knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
Zhao Feiming opened the door. "Mr. President..."
"How are things?" The president asked without looking up from the documents.
"We captured just one. He's suspected to be from Central Asia. The rest of the assassins escaped." Zhao Feiming swallowed nervously.
The president continued reviewing the documents. The only sound in the office was the scratch of his pen across the paper.
Silence lingered.
Cold sweat began to bead on Zhao Feiming's forehead.
After more than ten seconds, the president finally put down the documents and said gravely,
"What exactly are you people good for? This is the capital! All resources are prioritized for this city. The Security Bureau has so many people, so many experts, and you still can't catch a handful of assassins? How are you supposed to keep the capital safe?"
This incident was extremely serious, and its consequences were dire.
During an inspection that morning, the motorcade had come under attack by cultists. Fortunately, it was only a decoy, and the person in the motorcade had merely been his stand-in. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable, and the whole Great Xia Nation would have been thrown into