Dozens of kilometers away, in the safe house, Old Eagle stood before the television. The coffee in his hand had long gone cold, but he was completely unaware of it.
On the screen, a CNN anchor was delivering the latest news in a rushed, hoarse voice:
"...The situation at the FBA Headquarters Building remains under control.
According to official sources, a group of armed terrorists attacked the building, causing heavy casualties among agents..."
Old Eagle stared blankly at the screen. He knew there were no armed terrorists there at all.
There was only one person. Major Tianyi alone had openly and directly attacked the FBA Headquarters Building.
Though Old Eagle had never seen Tianyi fight in person, the intelligence reports had made him think he already had a thorough understanding of Tianyi's strength.
But tonight, as he watched the burning building on the television screen, the circling helicopters, the dense rows of military vehicles, and the blasted wreckage, he realized he had been disastrously wrong.
Hundreds of elite agents, fully armed SWAT teams, Marine Corps elites, and all kinds of heavy weapons.
That one man had turned all of Washington, D.C. upside down. What kind of concept was that? It was the concept of one man taking on an entire country.
It was not that he could not understand it; his imagination simply was not enough. At the moment the live feed cut out, Old Eagle saw the final frame—the glass curtain wall on the twenty-second floor shattered, and several steel rebars shot out the window, striking CNN's helicopter.
Then came the static. Old Eagle knew that meant Tianyi had reached the twenty-second floor. That FBA director was likely doomed.
And that unlucky reporter and pilot would probably meet the same fate.
Space twisted slightly, and Tianyi's figure appeared out