Huh?
Wasn't I just joking around casually just now?
Forget it.
Maybe it was my imagination.
After all, how could someone like me, Zhang Beixing, Minister of The Ninth Bureau, Bachelor of Northriver, Brother Bei, such a kind and amiable person, scare someone?
This simply shouldn't happen, just a small matter.
Another glance at Little Wang beside me.
Hmm, his emotions seem to have stabilized quite a bit.
That's more like it.
I have to say, the luck is excellent; this airport is just a little over ten kilometers from the river at the city outskirts.
On this route, there are relatively few cars, although there are more red lights, they've basically been granted special privileges to run through them.
After all, lives are at stake.
Even if the bomb can't be defused, the further the car goes, the safer it is for the citizens; a few red lights are nothing as long as fewer civilians get harmed.
