8:40 PM, Washington D.C., a street in the south.
The moment it was confirmed that White Cobra - Omalian and his men had entered the ambush circle, Winslow, who had been waiting for a long time, didn't hesitate and immediately pressed the communicator to order:
"Commence action!"
"Understood!"
Around the street, two cars that had been lying in ambush in the dark sprang out, cutting off Omalian and his convoy from the front and back.
At the same time, fully armed SWAT officers holding rifles and riot shields swiftly surrounded the convoy, loudly ordering:
"FBI! You are surrounded!"
"Drivers, hands on the wheel! Everyone else, hands up!"
"Don't move! Don't move!"
"Don't reach for your weapons, or we'll shoot!"
The sudden appearance of the FBI startled everyone in the convoy, and Omalian's face instantly grew extremely sullen.
Just as he was about to say something, a guy in the front car tried to grab a gun, and seeing this, a SWAT officer fired without hesitation.
