Devine, the senior agent, slowly raised his hands, and then he felt a hand searching his body, quickly finding his gun and the dagger at his waist.
Once these items were thoroughly checked, a voice came from behind, "You can put your hands down now."
The person behind him pushed him slightly, and he appeared outside the living room, where he saw his wife sitting on the sofa, chatting with a young man, and immediately a person's information appeared in his mind.
Lance White.
Lance turned his head and saw him, his wife also turned and saw him. He didn't see much panic or unease on his wife's face, instead, there was even a hint of a smile.
The two stood up simultaneously. She walked over to Devine, smiling, "You never told me you have such an interesting colleague!"
Devine was momentarily stunned, then looked at Lance facing him, realizing that Lance had used a special identity to enter the room.
What he felt relieved about was that Lance had not done anything to his wife.
