Rayleigh Scattering

Public safety was poor in those years, especially along the coast, where gangs ran rampant and openly defied the police.

A security firm was reported to have been completely emptied out overnight, at dawn, and was suspected of going bankrupt. That same year, a small company specializing in new energy sprang up.

The following year, the new energy company was exposed as a money-laundering operation...

On the third underground level of an office building’s parking garage, the lights were dim and every word echoed. Then came the sudden, chaotic rush of hurried footsteps...

“B3, southeast section, spot 125. Three suspects, armed with Mauser pistols,” said the person running at the front, reporting what they could see.

“Copy, copy.”

“Quick! They’re out of ammo!”

In the vast, silent B3 parking lot, the voices were deliberately lowered, but they were still remarkably clear.

As if they had been heard, the people running ducked into hiding.

At the words, dozens of people surged out from concealed spots all around them.

They had deliberately lured the others here.

Only a few meters from the three criminals, the person at the front grew wary. “They’re about to throw a smoke grenade. Careful.”

A moment later, someone spotted a bomb and shouted for everyone to fall back.

“They’ve got a bomb! Fall back! Get back!”

But the person at the front ran on as if they hadn’t heard, charging into the smoke and tackling the person carrying the evidence. They snatched it from his hands and hurled it backward with all their strength.

Boom.

Before they could throw it away, the bomb went off.

Someone tried to rush forward, but a teammate held them back. The blast sent those nearby flying several meters.

Qingning Club.

Someone kicked open the door and shouted, “Police!” A few people inside had just had all their work for nothing...