A Hot Mess

"What happened?!" someone shouted over the alarm.

Someone else cried, "Was there a foreign invasion?!"

"Are you serious? We are the Secret Service of the imperial capital! If foreign enemies have already infiltrated the Secret Services, we are all doomed!" someone yelled back.

Everyone complained, but they still picked their weapons up per protocol, went to their assigned posts, and prepared to deal with the crisis.

The crisis action team formed in advance put on bulletproof vests, armed themselves with guns, and ran downstairs toward the execution room floor where the alarm had sounded.

Assistant Minister Feng led his people toward the front.

His eyelids had been twitching all morning, and his intuition told him that something would happen today. Something really had happened.

He murmured about it to himself, then quickly led his people toward the execution room floor located down in the third basement.