The agents of the Special Affairs Bureau, crouched by the floor-to-ceiling windows of various rooms, no longer hesitated and pulled the trigger downward.
Bullets rained down like a torrential storm. Li Ang picked up the armor plate from the top of the armored vehicle and casually flung it backward, blocking the barrage of bullets while his figure slipped into the interior of the armored vehicle.
Inside the spacious cabin, four agents of the Special Affairs Bureau, dressed in black suits and wearing headphones, sat in front of the computer operating system of the mobile command center.
Seeing Li Ang suddenly appear, they instinctively stood up. Three of them drew their weapons, while one punched toward the red button beside the computer operating system.
Spiritual Energy, release.
Li Ang's clothes fluttered violently even without wind, and the monocle perched on his nose reflected the light spilling from the ceiling of the vehicle.
