Chapter 4

"Didn't you tell me to find a few actors?"

"I only told you to find actors!"

"These actors were also arranged by Howard's company. How is that my fault?"

"You knew he runs an overseas security business. How could his people possibly be ordinary actors?"

The two of them were getting more and more nervous.

Taking advantage of their argument, the man in black slowly took a step backward.

A SWAT officer immediately grabbed his shoulder. "Don't move!"

The man's body instantly went stiff.

Another officer moved in from the side and reached toward his right waist. "Please cooperate with the search."

The man in black said nothing.

He kept his head down, as if trying hard to control his emotions.

But in the next second, he suddenly slammed his body into the riot shield in front of him.

Bang!

The officer holding the shield stumbled back half a step.

At the same time, the man in black reached his right hand inside his jacket.

"He's reaching for something! Control his right hand!" I shouted.

I tightened my grip on the rifle as the siren suddenly grew louder in my ears.

Two SWAT officers rushed at him at the same time.

The man in black reacted incredibly fast.

Instead of running away after knocking the shield aside, he reached his right hand inside his jacket.

An officer immediately grabbed his wrist.

The man suddenly slammed his elbow into the officer's helmet, then used his other hand to reach for his waist.

"Hold him down!"

The officer with the shield moved in again and drove the shield hard into the man's chest.

The man was pushed back several steps before his back slammed into the armored truck.

Bang!

The entire vehicle shook.

George tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "He's definitely not some ordinary actor!"

I already had my rifle trained on the man's upper body.

His movements were far too skilled.

The way he struck the shield, turned his body, and protected his waist—none of those were reactions someone would make by accident in a panic.

"Control his right hand! There's something inside his jacket!" I warned through the radio.

The SWAT officers quickly moved in from both sides.

The man in black suddenly dropped into a half-crouch and kicked hard at the bottom of the shield.

The officer holding it lost his balance for a moment.

The man seized the chance to turn around and tried to run toward the crowd.

But he had barely taken one step when another officer swept his supporting leg out from under him.

The man in black crashed hard onto the ground.

Even after falling, he kept his right hand pressed tightly against the inside of his jacket.

He lifted his head and snarled. "Let me go! Why are you arresting me?"

The commander shouted. "Get your right hand out!"

The man didn't obey.

Instead, he curled his body up and tried to use his shoulder to cover his waist.

One officer pinned down his back while another grabbed his wrist and forced his arm outward.

The man in black let out a low growl.

Then the black handle of an object appeared from beneath his jacket.

Yvonne's face turned pale. "That's just a prop!"

She rushed to the police line and shouted anxiously. "They're here to shoot a video! It's normal for actors to carry prop weapons! You already found nothing but water guns on the others!"

Frida quickly backed her up. "Exactly! It must be fake! Officer, don't hurt him. If you do, we'll have to pay for it!"

Tony immediately nodded in agreement. "Howard runs an entertainment company. It's normal for actors to carry prop guns. You're making this way too serious."

The commander turned around and shouted. "Everyone, get down! Hands behind your heads!"

Tony tried to argue. "I'm not even with him! You can't make me..."

A SWAT officer immediately stepped forward and forced him down beside the police line. "Get down!"

Tony's legs went weak with fear, and he could only put his hands behind his head. "Easy! My livestream equipment is really expensive!"

At that moment, the man in black suddenly pushed with all his strength.

He drove his arm upward, trying to throw off the officer pinning him down.

But his jacket was pulled open during the struggle.

A heavy piece of metal slipped out from inside his jacket and crashed onto the ground.