The sound of rotor blades slicing through the air came from the horizon, causing the surrounding glass to vibrate. A black helicopter flew through Washington's airspace, hovering over the VIP helipad at FedExField.
"That's probably John Mara."
"Yeah, has to be."
The reporters exchanged smiling glances, then fell silent. An instant later—
They scrambled over one another, rushing toward the hovering helicopter. Those who couldn't secure a spot up close had already switched to their telephoto lenses. Hundreds of cameras, a battery of long and short lenses, were aimed in the helicopter's direction.
The helicopter landed smoothly, and the engine's roar gradually subsided. As expected, Li Wei emerged from the cabin, calm and unhurried, wearing a pair of Beats headphones and a casual suit.
"It really is him! God! He actually came in a private helicopter!"
