Maha Zaya, National Guard, 10 am.
"What? A funeral?" Juliet, disguised as a reporter, was talking to a local police officer."But ... We made an appointment in advance!
"So your Ministry of Foreign Affairs also knows about this!"
"Miss," the head of the police said in fluent English,"funerals wait for no one! As colleagues, we can't just focus on the interview and ignore the funeral, right?"
As Juliet was talking to the man, Zhao Yu, who was standing behind the crowd, observed the environment carefully, and realized that the so-called National Guards Bureau was really terrible.
The dilapidated two-story building, the lazy guards at the door, and the uneven uniforms made it look more like a police station.
Moreover, there were so many of them, but they did not register or check. They just drove straight in without anyone stopping them or paying attention.
"Funeral? whose funeral?" Juliet asked.
