The alarm within the President's Mansion reverberated through every corner, gunfire erupted downstairs, clearly indicating that Ferrari and Jiang Feng had already begun exchanging fire with the approaching Guard soldiers.
Time was becoming more and more pressing.
The only reason Jiang Feng and the other two could still hold off the attack was that most of the Guard soldiers had been lured to an adjacent street by Hassan's decoy strategy.
If they realized it was a trap and returned to the President's Mansion with reinforcements, they would definitely become sitting ducks.
Fortunately, everything seemed hopeful now.
Noel was in their hands.
Song Heping grabbed Noel by the collar, with the gun muzzle pressed against his lower back, pushing him quickly through the red-carpeted corridor.
Isabel clutched her bleeding leg, staggering behind, tears cutting two ravines through her delicate makeup.
