In the corridor, just as Carlson was about to gain control of the situation, the detective who got punched earlier finally recovered.
He bent over, pointed at Carlson with a ferocious expression, and squeezed through his teeth, "You bastard! Call for backup! Arrest all of them!"
This was the FBI headquarters, their territory, and being hit in their own nest was intolerable, like being cheated on and helping the other man.
"Jerry!" An experienced agent beside him paled and quickly pulled him aside, whispering, "They have orders from the Ministry of Defense, call upstairs, don't blow this up."
"To hell with those bullshit orders!" Detective Jerry's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly drew the gun from his waist, its barrel trembling as it pointed at Carlson, "On my turf, you assault my men and steal my suspect, the DIA is nothing! No one leaves today!"
His drawing the gun was like lighting a powder keg!
The already tense atmosphere in the corridor immediately exploded!
"Fuck!"
