Under the stark light, the bulletproof door of the Lincoln was pushed open.
All the gun barrels on both sides of the highway were aimed in that direction.
Inside the command center, Simon held his breath.
He hoped to capture Song Heping alive.
It was the outcome that could offer him the greatest satisfaction and wipe away the humiliation.
The big screen displayed the helmet camera footage from the field operatives.
Song Heping raised his hands and slowly walked out of the car.
The members of the GRS operational team surged forward and pinned Song Heping down.
Simon kept his eyes glued to the screen.
The expected charge, resistance, or counterattack seemed to be absent.
Even as Song Heping was pinned down he remained very calm, without any struggle.
Everything was going too smoothly.