The flashbulbs at the press conference suddenly flickered, and Zhang Ming shoved his way through the blockade of reporters, the hem of his suit jacket kicking up a gust of wind.
Wu Wen stared at the empty podium, her nails digging crescent-shaped marks into her palms.
A bulletproof commercial vehicle smashed through three traffic checkpoints, and helicopter rotor blades were already churning up air currents on the helipad.
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