Chương 433: 195 Atmosphere, Tense (Midnight)_2

Art imitates life...

As Glenn Sanderson was about ten meters away, the SWAT captain suddenly said, "Halt."

In the corridor, Glenn Sanderson was the only one walking. So, he obediently stopped, calmly turned around, and looked at the SWAT captain.

The eerie atmosphere instantly filled the air.

Years of vigilance gave the SWAT captain a sense of danger. His hand slowly moved to his gun, and he asked, "Password!"

Officers on both sides also sense something was wrong, and tightened their fingers on their guns.

Glenn Sanderson raised his hand to his chest.

The SWAT captain quickly reacted, aiming his gun at Sanderson and said, "Don't move."

Soon, SWAT officers on both sides also loaded their bullets and aimed their guns at Sanderson.

Glenn Sanderson chuckled and slowly took out a cigarette pack and lighter from his chest; the cigarette pack was stained with blood.

The SWAT captain's eyes were fixed on the cigarette pack, a twitch in the corner of his eye.