Suddenly gunshots were heard everywhere. The FIB were scattered everywhere, their guns aimed at the men.
"Put your hands in the air!" One of the men said.
Then a sleek black sports car went rushing to the scene, sounding as the brakes pulled and the car went to a complete stop.
The door was opened, and a figure wearing a trench coat and sunglasses stepped out of the car. The figure took a cigarette pack from the pocket of the trench coat, and lit it up with a lighter.
"What do we have here?" The figure said, blowing smoke, walking towards the men. "What's going on here, gentlemen?"