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Under the surveillance of the elevator camera.
Nearly ten bodies lay scattered in pools of blood.
Outside the parking lot.
The caution tape had already been put up.
Every entrance was sealed off.
The south entrance.
Dozens of police and SWAT vehicles stood ready.
In one unmarked car sat the prosecutor most likely to be promoted to Attorney General, Che Changmin, who was silently smoking a rare cigarette.
"Aren't we going in yet?"
The young assistant who had scolded An Zairong at the courthouse doors whispered.
"Wait a bit longer."
Che Changmin exhaled a puff of smoke, his square face lit with righteousness did not hold the arrogance of strategy or the excitement of cracking a major case; instead, it was heavy.
"...But if we delay any longer, more people will die."
The assistant's voice was as low as a mosquito's buzz.
Che Changmin pinched out the cigarette, looked up, and glanced at him.
