One minute away, Ling Qingyu's Suburban, approaching from the opposite direction of the police sedan, witnessed the first officer go down.
Sparks burst across nearby vehicles, and glasses shattered. Even from behind the seats, Kate gasped as she saw the sheer ferocity of the violence.
Nearby onlookers scattered the moment stray impacts reached their vicinity. Any curiosity vanished instantly in favor of survival. Of course, these were the kind of people who flirted with danger in the first place.
Among any population, such thrill-seekers existed—unlike most, who had already fled at the first sound of automatic gunfire.
"Qingyu… don't tell me you're going in," Kate said, her face pale with fear.
Ling Qingyu immediately reassured her. "Don't worry. This car has a protection system capable of intercepting anti-tank missiles—RPGs are nothing in comparison."
Kate's fear didn't disappear—it simply transformed into stunned disbelief at Ling Qingyu's absurd level of security.
