Outside the Exorcism Agency's building, a dozen police cars, sirens blaring, had just screeched to a halt.
Dozens of fully armed officers, carrying various firearms, hurriedly disembarked.
"GO! GO! GO!"
At Boris's urging, the officers all rushed into the Exorcism Agency building.
"Debbie, how are you?" Upon entering, Boris ignored the others and looked directly at Debbie in the center of the crowd, asking with concern.
"Uncle Boris, I'm fine!" A smile appeared on Debbie's face as she saw Boris and the officers.
"Glad to hear it!"
Boris nodded, then turned his gaze toward the few individuals surrounded by dozens of heavily armed officers.
With several dozen guns pointed at them, the burly black men's expressions were extremely grim.
After all, before the operation began, they hadn't anticipated this outcome.
