Atlantic City District, eastern part, nine o'clock at night, the intersection of Highway 63 and a certain street.
Four heavily armed SWAT officers holding riot shields and rifles tightly watched the center of the intersection.
Facing the dark muzzles all around, the man in the middle of the intersection was not panicked at all, holding a pistol to his chin with his right hand, his face wearing a manic expression:
"So, shall we give it a try? See if those bombs will explode!"
"￥%#*..."
Faced with Anthony Sorlin's provocation, Vincent, holding a megaphone, cursed every swear word he knew in his life in his heart, his face looking terribly ugly, but in the end, he dared not voice it out loud, just leaned into Luo An's side and asked in a low voice:
"Group Leader Luo An, what should we do?"
Before Luo An could speak, Anthony Sorlin in the center of the crowd first pointed towards this side and shouted loudly:
