The luxury spacecraft that had been facing off against the Galactic Police warship and refusing to let the police vessel approach suddenly stopped responding altogether.
They forced their way in directly, and a small warship made a hard landing on the spacecraft housing the luxury club.
Strangely, throughout the landing process, the spacecraft that had previously adamantly refused to let them approach showed no reaction at all, allowing their warship to enter its interior.
Zhuang Liening lowered her head to glance at the message she had just received, then told the team members waiting by the warship hatch, "Put on your pheromone isolation masks. Set the filtration level to maximum."
"Boss, why do you need to wear a mask too?" Tang Tian put on her own mask, then turned and saw that Zhuang Liening had put one on as well.
Stuffing her phone into her pocket, Zhuang Liening opened the hatch. "Just in case. Better safe than sorry."
There were many Alphas in the police force. Quite a few people deliberately used top-tier Omega pheromones as weapons, throwing Alphas into pheromone-induced disorder.
However, many top-tier Alphas and Omegas who had undergone special training could resist a certain degree of pheromone attacks.
With pheromone isolation masks over their heads and guns in hand, the group entered the spacecraft one after another.
They had expected to encounter resistance, but as they proceeded through the vessel, every person they came across was lying on the floor.
"What happened? Were they poisoned?"
Tang Tian immediately jogged over. After examining them, she told the captain behind her, "Captain Zhuang, these people aren't injured. They've only temporarily lost consciousness."
After instructing the other team members to continue searching for Gu Pingsheng, Zhuang Liening crouched beside Tang Tian.
Her black leather-gloved fingers pinched the unconscious person's face