"Someone come and talk to me!" Preton pulled out his pistol and pressed it against his temple, "Or I'll shoot myself!"
He emphasized again, "I'm not joking!" His expression was indeed serious, and after speaking, he brazenly sat down on the steps at the entrance.
Not long after, a middle-aged man in formal attire walked out from the room opposite. He looked displeased, apparently the leader of the group.
He approached Preton, pulled out his credentials, "Federal Security Committee, may I ask how you discovered us?"
The leader of the Security Committee's Operations Group thought his setup was so flawless that even the Lord couldn't find any fault, yet Preton saw through it instantly.
Preton didn't immediately respond but seriously took the credentials and then posed his question, "Can I call to verify the authenticity of this identification?"
The Operations Group leader hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Of course, but don't play any tricks!"
