"Will he go?" Sitting across from Cham, Gasol, the deputy captain of the team, asked in a deep voice.
"The probability is fifty percent, but it's worth a bet." Cham glanced at the machine gun placed on the window. "After all, we have no better choice."
The embassy was surrounded by the SWAT. The muzzles mounted on the armored vehicles could be seen from the outside door, and even armed soldiers had shown up at the scene. If it was not for the fact that Jiang Chen and Xin diplomats weren't in the embassy, forcing the Capital to remain extra cautious, the nature of never-compromising terrorists meant they would've already stormed in otherwise.
"If he went..." Gasol grinned. He seemed to be laughing, but there was a difference.
Cham laughed and leaned his rifle against the side of the chair.
"Steven will wipe our butt for us."
