Luke: "NYPD."
This was something that he had to declare. Although he had switched the order and pointed his gun at the man's head first, he still declared his identity in the end.
The middle-aged man was clearly stunned. "NYPD?"
Luke asked, "Tell me, who's inside?"
The middle-aged man suddenly yelled, "DEA! We're DEA agents. My badge is in my chest pocket. You can take a look."
Unit 6B suddenly fell silent. Luke frowned, his gun still pressed to the back of the man's head. He loosened his grip on the man's neck and searched his chest for a badge.
With just a glance, he knew that it was real.
But whether these "DEA agents" were real or fake remained to be seen.
It would be even more troublesome if they were genuine agents.
Sensing the grip on his neck relax, the middle-aged man immediately said, "We're on a secret arrest mission. I'm Blaise Bolton. My colleague is inside."
His voice was still very loud.
