"That's Gu..."
Qin Xingfeng wanted to blurt out that it was Gu Ji's analysis, but suddenly realized:
Car bomb, sniper, gunfight in the square.
Everything was exactly as Gu Ji had analyzed that night!
Qiao Jianchang understood and immediately shifted his gaze to Gu Ji, signaling him to approach.
"Mr. Qiao."
"Hmm, since you proposed the analysis report, do you think we should evacuate now?"
Qiao Jianchang's voice was that of a typical middle-aged intellectual, neither as stern as Qin Xingfeng's nor as deep as Li Ruilin's, yet his short sentence was full of oppressive pressure.
Gu Ji glanced around the conference room. Some smaller countries' intelligence agencies were already retreating under their own security protection, but the major powers in the front rows were not moving, especially the US, Russia, England, and France.
