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Shen Mo Han asked the resident engineer surnamed Tang, "How far is the embassy from here?"

The lean engineer, his forehead dripping with sweat, said in a trembling voice: "Two streets, perhaps."

"Alright, let's go down now." Shen Mo Han made up his mind immediately.

Their original plan had been to go down to the garage and drive to the embassy, but when they reached the second floor