Chapter 31: Shelter_2

If provoked, the attendants and guards would pull the trigger without hesitation.

At worst, these agents could be stuffed into body bags—there are so many dead now that those who draw their last breath in the morning can be pushed into the crematorium by afternoon.

Especially in a place like a hospital, unidentified bodies are not unusual at all.

Once the gunfire starts, that mop, already filthy, can easily clean up the blood on the floor, covering everything.

No one would be able to trace it.

Diaz looked at the hostile gazes and the ominous gun muzzles around him, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, realizing that his usual assertiveness had triggered public anger.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and fear in his heart, slowly raised his hands, and squeezed out a stiff smile on his face:

"Calm down, calm down, don't be nervous. We are just conducting routine inquiries. If you don't know, that's fine, we'll be on our way."