The little gadget that fell inside the car spurted out thick white smoke, and soon the entire interior was like a fire scene.
Gonzalez felt that he had fallen into hell.
Because it was a tear gas grenade...
Merely ten seconds had passed, and Gonzalez's snot and tears were streaming out, his lungs felt as if someone had thrown a handful of glass shards inside, and even a slight breath felt like it was sharply painful.
At first, he could stay conscious, because he knew this was a tactic to force him to open the car door and leave the bulletproof vehicle.
But after thirty seconds, he began to collapse.
Although he was the head of the Intelligence Bureau's Operational Branch, enduring such agony wasn't something ordinary people could handle. Even members of the Special Forces trained in mental resistance couldn't last more than three minutes in such a confined space, let alone the pampered Gonzalez?
"Cough cough cough——"
