He knew that any slight excessive movement would get him riddled with bullets from over a dozen automatic rifles, so he slowly placed the PPQ.45 on the ground and then raised his hands, kicking the gun towards them.
"Investigator, state your code number," a P.W.A.T team member yelled at him.
"I am... an investigator from Weber Spirit Production..." Chen Ke prevaricated.
"Your code number, investigator," the P.W.A.T member demanded.
"I am from Weber Spirit Production..." Chen Ke repeated, not knowing what code number the team member was asking for. Was it the one on the investigator's license?
"I want the code number! The code number!" the P.W.A.T member was growing impatient.
Chen Ke did not respond, as he had prepared to summon his shield if necessary, and it looked like the other party was about to pull the trigger.
A scanning light moved from top to bottom over Chen Ke's body, while a P.W.A.T team member at the back of the group held a strange device, scanning him.
