Chapter 289: Keep Making It Up for Me

Cahill pushed open a door and then shouted to the people behind him, "Come in, come in quickly, everyone come in, hurry, hurry!"

Li Yang was the first to walk in, and he even brought his sniper rifle with him.

Here, no one, not a single person demanded that Spark Squad turn in their weapons.

The office was large but simply furnished, with a huge desk behind which hung a NATO flag, and in front of the NATO flag was a very large office desk.

On the desk stood a bottle of whiskey, with a glass next to it, and beside that, a large glass ashtray. Next to the ashtray lay a cigar encased in a leather pouch, with cigar scissors next to it, and beside those, a spray-lighter.

Half of the whiskey in the bottle was gone.

The man sitting behind the desk was somewhat fat, which was normal for a middle-aged American. His complexion was ruddy, and he was wearing baggy desert camouflage. He looked to be in his forties or fifties and lifted his head to gaze at Li Yang with somewhat blurred eyes.