A New Guest

The Black Rolls-Royce Didn't Stop.

It drove smoothly into the hospital grounds, completely ignoring the 30-40 armed agents pointing their rifles at it.

It was impossible for the driver not to notice them.

Yet, the car kept moving forward.

Didn't slow down.

Didn't hesitate.

Didn't acknowledge the heavily armed GIA forces.

The tall leader of the agents frowned, eyes narrowing.

"Sir, it's not stopping."

One of the agents on the side asked cautiously.

"Didn't we seal off the entire 10-kilometer radius? How the hell did this car even get in?"

The leader's gaze darkened, locking onto the approaching vehicle.

This is bad news.

His instincts screamed danger.

"Shoot it out. Stop the car but don't kill the driver. We need them for interrogation."

His voice was cold, precise.

His head turned slightly, eyes sharpening.

Distance: 150 meters.

"Yes, sir!"