"Executive officer, there is a level three abyss energy reaction in area B7. People from the Special Investigation Bureau have arrived first, but the situation on the scene is out of control. We request tactical support."
The cold electronic sound echoed in the empty office, unable to break the dead silence here.
Shen Jinting sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city wrapped in neon lights. The collar of the long black trench coat on his body was buttoned up meticulously, as if it were a cage that contained something.
Seven years.
