He halted his steps, stood at attention, and saluted solemnly.
As he lowered his hand, a hot liquid swirled in the bottom of his eyes.
People called him the 'Cold-faced King of Hell,' but whether he was truly cold, and how he treated his comrades and colleagues, these salutes spoke volumes.
Qin Jian continued forward, a car was already waiting for him at the headquarters' entrance.
Suddenly, bang, bang, bang! A series of sounds shattered the silence of the night!
Qin Jian abruptly stopped.
At the same time, all the warriors assembled to see off Qin Jian heard the sounds and froze, their gazes turning toward the northwest.
All the warriors were unfamiliar with this sound!
It was gunfire!
Gunfire at three forty-five in the morning!
Qin Jian's sharp intuition told him something was wrong! Almost without hesitation, he turned and rushed back to the administration building.
Meanwhile, the phone in Commander Lin's room rang: "Commander Lin! There's been an incident!"
