Jim felt like he was seeing a ghost.
If you live long enough, you can encounter any sort of crap.
The Federal Court had never been occupied before, even during the highly publicized courthouse occupation movement. The protests had only taken place on the outskirts, never inside.
Even if there were clashes with the police, they were always outside the courthouse.
How could it even be occupied?
But, as it turned out, this group of bastards stormed inside the courthouse. They exchanged fire with the police outside and even took a deputy marshal hostage.
But upon hearing about drug traffickers, Jim's first thought was of Xiu Nuo.
"Did any contraband get burned?" Jim asked urgently.
"We found some contraband in their vehicles, all intact, none burned."
Jim heaved a sigh of relief, it was good that nothing got burned.
Moreover, at this time, there shouldn't be any important people in the courthouse, which was even better.
It didn't seem like his kind of operation.