Turning around, Malin looked at the woman with the yin-yang haircut halfway through drawing her gun. Her hand, as if rusted, struggled desperately to pull the weapon out, but Malin's spiritual energy stopped her from taking her own path to destruction.
Malin smirked and swung the iron pipe in his hand. The hollow metal tube whistled through the air, striking the fool's hand and breaking it, daring as she was to draw a firearm.
At that moment, Malin's toy car finally stopped on the roadside nearby. Malin walked over to the vehicle, receiving the identification documents from the car's robotic arm, before turning to glance at the Carterburg SWAT team's counterterrorism assault vehicle parked not far away.
Several officers jumped out of the vehicle. Maybe they had recognized Malin, as one female officer quickly approached: "Peru squad leader, thank you for your hard work."
"It's nothing, just loosening up my joints a bit," Malin said casually.
