Is it really that unlucky, or has the FBI become so formidable that it won't let him run a single step?
Although shocked and nervous inside, Yang Yi still pointed at himself with a face of surprise and said uncertainly, "Me?"
"Yes, you, don't move, put your hands up."
Someone had already shown their badge, and it was indeed the FBI. Well, it seems the FBI sent out their elite.
Raising his hands, Yang Yi looked puzzled and asked, "What happened?"
It should be his height and body outline that got him noticed, not that his identity had been confirmed, Yang Yi made an initial judgment. If that's the case, then there's still a chance.
"Search him."
The person blocking Yang Yi pulled out a gun, not caring that it might cause tension. He himself seemed a little nervous, so he simply pointed the gun at Yang Yi's head.
Yang Yi's legs looked somewhat wobbly, although not parched, he kept swallowing hard.
"Officer, you must have mistaken me for someone else, I, I..."
"Don't talk."
