WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—
Several men in tactical gear suddenly appeared from all sides, completely surrounding them.
They were from the government!
They stood back-to-back, their expressions wary.
A moment later, the flickering light of countless torches approached, accompanied by the sound of rhythmic, marching footsteps.
A tall young man in a military uniform with a piercing gaze appeared in their field of vision.
At his side was a familiar face.
Jiao Weisong spoke to Kuang Jiaying with fawning deference. "Battalion Commander, it's them! They're hoarding illegal firearms and ammunition, and they set traps to kill people. That other group must be connected to them. See? The guns they're holding are identical."
Kuang Jiaying's condescending gaze swept over the group before landing on the most striking face among them—Qin Shen's. In a haughty, commanding tone, he ordered, "Hand over your weapons!"
