The car glided smoothly through the city streets toward the airport.
Lin Wenzhi leaned his head against the cool windowpane, lazily watching the skyline drift past. On the dashboard radio, the news anchor's voice cut through the quiet ride.
"Breaking news. President Jin has been officially confirmed dead following a coordinated attack at the presidential residence. Authorities are currently investigating the identity of the perpetrator and conducting a high-priority search for the individual responsible..."
Lin Wenzhi listened with detached disinterest. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and lit it. A thin trail of grey smoke curled lazily toward the roof of the car.
The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Sir."
Lin Wenzhi looked up, fully expecting to be reprimanded for smoking inside the vehicle.
