Dozens of guns aimed at his head—and Ryan didn't even flinch.
With a bulletproof card and a substitute doll in his arsenal, he was confident.If that first shot didn't kill him? The rest of the scene would belong to him.
"F**k! Another goddamn mole!"
"Sh*t! Is this guy a lunatic? Why would he blow his own cover?"
"Holy crab! Why does DHS keep sending these undercover clowns?!"
The grunts were ready—just waiting for Killian's order to fill Ryan with lead.
But Killian, after recovering from his shock, stared hard at Ryan, curiosity flaring in his eyes.He waved a hand, and though the men reluctantly lowered their weapons, their fingers still hovered near triggers.
"Interesting," Killian murmured. "Why tell me this?"
Killian had seen a lot—easily 80, maybe 100 undercover agents in his life.But this? Someone just walking in and saying "Hey, I'm DHS"?
First time ever.
Ryan smirked, kicked his feet up on the table, and leaned back like he owned the place.
"You hear about the ISIS organ trafficking ring that got wiped yesterday?"
Killian's face didn't change, but he responded, "Of course. I heard it was taken down by a very fierce rookie cop—all on his own."
"Too bad the higher-ups took all the credit."
Ryan pointed at himself.
"That rookie cop? That was me—Ryan Lee, LAPD Hollywood Division. The guy who single-handedly wiped the floor with that entire operation."
Killian froze.His bodyguards tensed visibly.
ISIS may have been an organ trafficking ring and not a war machine, but they had 80, 90 armed men.And Ryan had taken them out alone.
That kind of combat power? Even Killian was intimidated.
F**k! DHS sent this monster to infiltrate us?
Sht! Are they planning to wipe Prometheus out next?*
No way—I have to stop this!
Though Killian remained calm on the surface, internally, he was panicking.All of Los Angeles was already buzzing about a fearless cop who had dismantled an entire criminal fleet by himself.And this guy... just walked into his bar.
Is he even really a cop? Why does he shoot someone every time he clocks in?
I've been running a terrorist cell for years and haven't killed that many people!
Yet they call him a hero?!
The injustice gnawed at Killian's soul.
"So you're the infamous 'L.A. Mad Cop' Ryan Lee," Killian finally said.
"But if you're following DHS orders, why are you telling me all this?"
Ryan's expression darkened.
"I risked my life to save a kidnapped girl. Stormed a ship, killed 93 armed criminals—including a SEAL-level hit squad."
"I wiped out a f**king organ trafficking empire—and what did I get? NOTHING."
"Those government pricks stole all my credit, gave me zero compensation, and now the wife of one of those dead billionaires wants to sue me for murder."
"And let's not forget those bleeding-heart human rights morons—they're trying to throw me in jail!"
"F**k all of them—and DHS is behind it! They just wanted to use it to coerce me into joining your crew!"
Ryan slammed his hand on the table, voice boiling with rage. Spit flew as he cursed every level of bureaucracy.
Killian stared in silence. His microexpression analysis told him one thing:
Ryan wasn't lying.
"Then… you're just pretending to infiltrate us?" Killian asked, cautiously hopeful.
Ryan sneered.
"No."
Killian's heart jumped.
"Whatever plan you psychos have—I'll help make sure it works."
"I want those corrupt scumbags to see what happens when you screw with me!"
Killian blinked.
This guy was serious.
"But we're terrorists. We're going to destroy Los Angeles…"
Ryan leaned in, sneering.
"Look at me. My skin. My hair. My eyes."
"I'm Chinese, buddy. Whether you white guys or Black guys die? Ain't my damn business."