"Put down the gun, did you hear me?" Zhang Ting pointed her gun at Ghost's back and commanded sternly. Ghost inwardly sighed at the misfortune; how could he run into the police at this time? Su Qingyu was in danger at any moment, and he didn't have time to explain, not to mention Zhang Ting was even less likely to listen to his explanation.
"Ting, be careful, he has a submachine gun in his hands," a SWAT officer said to Zhang Ting, eyeing the MP5 in Ghost's hands. Such a submachine gun was a lethal weapon in the city, which made Ghost even more exasperated as he felt like he was being scapegoated by those assassins.
"Chen, disarm his weapon," Zhang Ting said coldly. The SWAT officer beside her responded and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind, briskly walked to Ghost, unloaded the submachine gun from his hands, and expertly cuffed Ghost with the handcuffs.
