Half an hour after the anonymous text was sent, the Homeland Security Bureau sprang into action.
Armored vehicles drove through the streets; perhaps learning from the morning's operation, no drones were used this time; people disembarked rapidly to carry out crowd dispersal tasks.
"There, the one wearing the bulletproof vest is our 'Dangerous Prevention' course instructor."
Lu Xiang pointed to the commander set up in the provisional command center, finding the most wondrous aspect of time travel to be this—her teacher's beard hadn't yet grayed, and he hadn't even begun to encounter his hair loss issue.
The same, though, was the instructor's perpetual stern expression.
It was apparent that the commander was particularly enraged at the moment, causing Song Lan to wonder, "Is he always this angry?"
"Not really; he's just typically very strict. Right now, he's angry because of the Psychic Research Institution."