Side Story: Just Calling Someone a Narrow-Eyed Public Security Agent Sounds Incredibly Suspicious

Side Story: Just Calling Someone a Narrow-Eyed Public Security Agent Sounds Incredibly Suspicious

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Washington, D.C., United States.

In one of the world’s great cities, in a neighborhood considered prime real estate, stood a certain house.

Though it had a subdued atmosphere, it was clearly an expensive home at a glance. Several imposing black cars were parked outside.

It wasn’t a hideout for some illegal organization. If anything, those gathered there belonged to a government organization.

“...I never expected a visitor to show up out of the blue at this hour. Especially not from across the ocean.”

The person seated at the head of a living room spacious enough to accommodate a dozen people was Miguel Tyler, Vice President of the United States.

Burly men in black suits stood on either side of him, and several more dressed the same way were stationed along the walls.

There was such a wall of muscle that the spacious room seemed cramped. Perhaps because of that, the woman seated across from him kept wiping sweat from her brow with a handkerchief...