If life had colors, the first half of Lei Huoren's life would probably be pure black with a touch of white.
".....You guys, are even slower than I expected."
In front of him was a special agent captain from the neighboring district, and behind him a person of the same rank.
In the shadows, there was an infiltrator... Three captains and two elite team members had been deployed against Lei Huoren, a "ordinary member." He was probably at the peak of his life.
"Although it seems superfluous, I'll ask one last time, are you willing to surrender? For old He's sake, I won't hurt you, and I can even plead for you," said the captain, who he had only met once.
Old He? Oh, does he mean Captain He Ming? It's only been two months, but his memory of him seems so blurry...
Lei Huoren looked calm, his mood as relaxed as ever, subconsciously looking towards the Pillar of Heaven not far away.
He remembered that his old captain, He Ming, was a good man, and then he died.
