The entire intersection was deathly silent.
A few seconds later, the crowd erupted.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"
A young man driving a Honda Civic pounded his steering wheel, his eyes practically popping out of his head. "He stopped a dump truck with his bare hands? Are they fucking filming The Avengers? Where are the cameras?"
In a BMW beside him, a chubby middle-aged man kept replaying his dashcam footage, his hands shaking. "What the hell? What the actual hell? Is he even human...?"
A blond, blue-eyed foreigner by the roadside clutched his head with both hands and dropped to his knees, shouting, "Oh my god! Superman! I saw Superman!"
Countless people whipped out their phones, frantically taking pictures and videos of Lao Qing and the wrecked dump truck. They had already thought up captions for their social media posts and short videos.
Just then.
Shrill sirens tore through the noise on the street.
More than a dozen black SWAT armored vehicles and black SUVs from the State Security Bureau came roaring in from every direction, sealing off the entire intersection.
The doors opened, and hundreds of fully armed SWAT officers poured out.
"Everyone back! Put down your phones!"
"Everyone stay where you are and submit to inspection!"
A communications vehicle topped with an enormous radar antenna stopped in the middle of the intersection, and its equipment powered up.
Everyone at the scene saw their phone screens flicker before their signal bars instantly dropped to zero. Internet access and communications were completely cut off.
Dressed in plain clothes, Ye Wenjun strode into the cordoned-off area. Qin Churan followed behind him in her police uniform.
The situation was urgent, and the Kunlun Team simply did not have enough personnel. Ye Wenjun had been forced to urgently borrow officers from the