Wednesday arrived quietly.
At noon, Xia Yu prepared a large meal for seven interns, and after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, he was bid farewell by the group before he got into the IGO agency's car waiting outside the shop.
The car sped along the road.
Through the window, Xia Yu could see police cars passing by intermittently with their lights flashing.
Turning to look behind him, click, click, he saw that upon his turning, a reporter sitting in the passenger seat of a car behind immediately excitedly took several high-definition photos.
"With such a parade, it is indeed a special assessment!"
Xia Yu laughed.
A man in black, stable and composed, drove the car, while another robust man in black sat beside him, his waist bulging, clearly carrying firearms, and the silver-white metal briefcase he placed on his knees possibly contained a disassemblable long-barrel firearm.
The journey was incident-free and they safely arrived at IGO headquarters.
