The governor's suit was disheveled, his tie askew, and his leather shoes screeched against the ground.
The special operations team members didn't bother with formalities, they just rushed forward desperately, the governor's body being dragged along, his ankles occasionally hitting the floor.
The team captain remained relatively calm, leading the team in retreat while loudly issuing orders over the radio: "Get the bulletproof car to the back door immediately! We'll be there soon!
Leave two people here to intercept, make sure to stop that assassin from getting close!
Contact the Orlando police——no, contact the National Guard directly! I know they have a team nearby, request support immediately!"
The Orlando City Hall wasn't very large, and the hallway from the side door to the back door was only a few dozen meters.
On a normal day, this path would take at most half a minute to walk, but at this moment it felt endlessly long.
