As the attack began, Shen Xin had already instructed Plane and Wufu to move away from the scene and circle high above.
In an instant, a blinding flash of light erupted below.
The camera feed shook violently.
Even from dozens of meters above the ground, Plane and Wufu were still startled.
And this was with them having already grown accustomed to the city's endless traffic, which gave them some tolerance for chaos.
The sound of explosions came through the audio feed, loud and clear.
Shen Xin couldn't help but clench his fists, his body tense with anxiety.
There were no gunshots at first.
Smoke billowed everywhere, obscuring all vision. Firing would have been pointless.
Besides, the goal was to capture Min Juekan alive if possible.
Faintly, he could hear people shouting.
There were the screams of the drug traffickers and the panicked braying of the mules.
And then there were the voices of Qian Feng and his team.
"You're surrounded! Give up!"
