"Fu-k You!"
By the lakeside cabin, one man cursed loudly while the other did not get angry but burst into laughter instead.
Outside the small wooden cabin, Luo An and Chenier had reached their respective designated spots. Luo An raised his hand for a countdown, preparing to charge into the room after the countdown.
Just then, the laughter inside the room suddenly stopped, and a man shouted:
"Who?!"
At that, Luo An's countdown jumped from three to one. He swung open the cabin door and yelled, raising his gun:
"FBI! Drop your weapons!"
From the other side of the cabin, Chenier also suddenly leapt through the window, raising her gun and shouting:
"FBI! Put your hands behind your head!"
The cabin wasn't very large; there was a bed at the far end, some wooden long tables beside the wall, and in the middle of the room on a wooden chair, a Caucasian man in his fifties was firmly bound by ropes.
