"What could it be? Military weapons? Chemical weapons? Surely not biological weapons?" Feng Xue assessed the assassins' limits in his heart, stealthily reaching for the Squeezing Driver to ensure he could transform at any moment.
But just then, the "Sharpness" triggered from the assassin label suddenly, a sense of crisis stimulated his brain, making his wildly throbbing veins instantly realize something.
Meanwhile, in the broadcast room, the commentator suddenly stopped chattering and said in a slightly dull tone:
"It's strange, this position was already the best sniper spot, so why hasn't there been an attack? Wait, what is Mr Augustus trying to do? Oh no, he's thrown away his display terminal!"
Watching the gold-rimmed glasses thrown into the air without hesitation by George Augustus, the host exclaimed in disbelief:
