The Special Investigation Team's office area was eerily quiet at the moment, with everyone's eyes fixed on Luo An, who held a gun, and the lead agent with the gun pressed against his head.
The leader of the Investigative Team Four, Morton York, said with a dark face:
"Luo An Greenwood, you..."
As soon as the other party began to speak, Luo An interrupted him once again, and asked the lead agent:
"Answer my question!"
Morton York's mouth twitched: "Luo An Greenwood! You..."
Luo An continued to press the lead agent:
"Answer my question!"
"..."
After repeating several times, Morton York's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and even a fool could understand what the situation was about. The lead agent swallowed hard and hurriedly said:
"You won't shoot!"
Luo An's eyes narrowed slightly:
"Are you sure?"
The lead agent's calves were trembling:
"...I'm sure!"
