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Sergeant Vancouver looked suspiciously at the SSA of the FBSI who had taken the lead here unsolicited. More or less claimed it. Commander Xiaobo walked through the police station swearing and cussing. Was this the man who was supposed to lead them? The man who was supposed to help retaliate against an alien attack? “What the hell did they say?” he asked.
Xiaobo kicked the desk in the hall of the station once again. With his lips pulled together, he looked at Vancouver angrily. “Sorry,” he roared as he let the air come out of his nostrils hard. “The… Um… the bottom line is that we don’t get any help.”
The officers present heard it all. They naturally looked at Vancouver, the man they knew and, in their eyes, had to be in charge of their team. Sergeant Vancouver felt the pressure. “Wha
