Once he was outside of the Secret Service building, Huo Shaoheng looked up at the night sky and let out a long sigh.
Despite his efforts, Bai Yusheng had slipped out of his fingers.
Yin Shixiong walked over and offered him a cigarette.
The two men stood under a large tree, a short distance away from the Secret Service building, and began to smoke. For them, smoking was the quickest way to de-stress and calm their nerves.
Yin Shixiong was halfway through his cigarette when he received a call from the Senate.
"Hello, this is Yin Shixiong speaking. Oh, yes, I'll let him know right away." Yin Shixiong ended the call and then said, "Sir, it's for you. They want you to report to the Senate Hall."
Huo Shaoheng threw his cigarette butt into the trash can under the tree. He packed his M16 assault rifle into its case and tossed it to Yin Shixiong. "Let's go."
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