Just as Zhang Fan was carefully picking out Mao Daqing's dirt, over at the National Shield Bureau, the place had already blown up!
In the basement, all kinds of vehicles were parked.
Most of the cars were very, very old.
Vintage cars! Beetles! Hongqi sedans...
There was even a Phoenix-brand bicycle!
And yet, even the license plate on that bicycle, if you took it outside, could scare a whole crowd to death!
On the very top floor of the National Shield Bureau base, rows and rows of middle-aged and elderly people were seated!
The number of old folks far exceeded the number of middle-aged ones.
They sat there like pines.
They said nothing, and the entire top floor fell utterly silent.
The group of middle-aged men beside them all had heads as big as buckets; you could say they didn't even dare breathe too loud!
They were all elders of the National Shield Bureau.
The founding heroes when the National Shield Bureau was formed.
