The next morning, armed Falcon Team Members lined up and stepped out of the International Building, positioning themselves solemnly with guns at the entrance stairs.
Xia Zhining shed her tracksuit, revealing a tight black leather outfit, her long hair tied high, her wheat-colored pretty face wore a cold, serious expression.
Her slender, upturned eyes added a touch of sensual chill to her demeanor.
She had two handguns hanging at her waist and a dagger strapped to her thigh, with leather boots on her feet. Standing straight-backed at the front of the team, she gazed into the distance.
Deputy team leader Chen Youdong stood at the door accompanying Ling Mo and the others.
Soon, another group emerged from inside.
The five leading members were all injured to various degrees, carrying bulging backpacks, magazine pouches at their waists, and holding submachine guns.
