"Shots fired. Shots fired!"
"Command, officer down. We have an officer down."
"Proceed with the mission. We've notified the ambulance in the area. Those whose hands are free, apply first-aid. Don't panic." Cai Ning gave an order.
Yang Qingyue slammed the wooden texture in front of her with both of her palms. She knew this could happen and she warned her team members.
Still, people always underestimated others when they had the numbers on their side. Her anger fumed toward the police chief who allowed his son to wield a firearm.
In an extremely firearm-restricted country, his son having open access to the guns gave a huge alarm to Yang Qingyue. Who knew whether the gangs also possessed large numbers of firearms?
They might have hidden normally but once they were prepared, gangs could become a force to be reckoned with.
The officers inside the room with her were affected by the atmosphere. Yang Qingyue quickly cheered everyone up.
